Okay okay okay. So anyone who has taken an english class in college has probably read this poem, but thats okay because it is the best. yes. ever. 
I have some serious dad issues, and as I dig into this one I get all teary eyed. Ah, the broken family, and how we try with our rubberbands and glue...
Those Winter Sundays
Sundays too my...
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I have some serious dad issues, and as I dig into this one I get all teary eyed. Ah, the broken family, and how we try with our rubberbands and glue...
Those Winter Sundays
Sundays too my...
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Well it's tough to have a crush
When the girl doesn't feel the same way you do
Well it's tough to have a crush
When yer best friend breaks the news
Perhaps you'll find me feelin' better,
In a day or two
But it's tough to have a crush on you
Well, it's tough to have a crush
Who ever knew, such hellabaloo
Well,...
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Well it's tough to have a crush
When the girl doesn't feel the same way you do
Well it's tough to have a crush
When yer best friend breaks the news
Perhaps you'll find me feelin' better,
In a day or two
But it's tough to have a crush on you
Well, it's tough to have a crush
Who ever knew, such hellabaloo
Well,...
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I think that I would like to be a photographer.
This could be made difficult by my not being saavy with a camera. Still, I think I could get by if I start by selling pictures of the chicago skyline or something. Or maybe a famous baseball player. I could hang that one up on a wall and put all the prints underneath my other...
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This could be made difficult by my not being saavy with a camera. Still, I think I could get by if I start by selling pictures of the chicago skyline or something. Or maybe a famous baseball player. I could hang that one up on a wall and put all the prints underneath my other...
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I think the reason I am so bad at journal keeping isn't that nothing ever really happens in my life, but that I've always approached online-hood as an ability to be someone else (one thing among many that I am crap at).
Seriously, I'm listening to The Weakerthans, why pretend I'm all Tom Waits all the time?
Years ago I dropped out of school certain...
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Seriously, I'm listening to The Weakerthans, why pretend I'm all Tom Waits all the time?
Years ago I dropped out of school certain...
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polli:
are churros always filled with caramel?
polli:
well... tonight it was caramel filled! and it was good! i'll go on tasting them! it'd be my next job... why not?
Hello invisible and probably non existent fans/admirers/readers. Ive returned thanks to the sweet email offer SG sends to ex-pats of the site.
I've much on the agenda. Not really, but I must update my preferences when I get the time. I see Gogol Bordello will be a big thing soon as they have a banner on the site. Rad. Am I supposed to hate them...
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I've much on the agenda. Not really, but I must update my preferences when I get the time. I see Gogol Bordello will be a big thing soon as they have a banner on the site. Rad. Am I supposed to hate them...
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So I started re-re-reading The Stranger by Albert Camus. I loves it.
I just finished Ali Smith's "The Whole Story and Other Stories." If you've never read her before, you must! She is simply amazing. I've read her "Hotel World" and became an instant fan, but this book of short stories was even better. There was one slow (and rather long) story right in the...
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I just finished Ali Smith's "The Whole Story and Other Stories." If you've never read her before, you must! She is simply amazing. I've read her "Hotel World" and became an instant fan, but this book of short stories was even better. There was one slow (and rather long) story right in the...
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esme:
I'm going to send you an email. Then you will have my email address. Then we can still be friends. So there.
esme:
Oh, ps....I bought The Whole Story. I can't say I was floored, but I liked it a lot.
"Just because you're better than me doesnt mean I'm lazy,
Just because you're going forward doesnt mean I'm going backwards.
The factories are closing and the army is full,
I dont know what I'm going to do.
I've come to see in the land of the free
there is only a future for the chosen few."
"Wearing badges isn't enough days like these."
Billy Bragg...
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Just because you're going forward doesnt mean I'm going backwards.
The factories are closing and the army is full,
I dont know what I'm going to do.
I've come to see in the land of the free
there is only a future for the chosen few."
"Wearing badges isn't enough days like these."
Billy Bragg...
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meniscus:
The Adirondacks rule. I stayed in a place in Keene Valley last year--frickin beautiful. Have you done the 46 peaks?
Be careful hiking in the woods during hunting season. My advice--don't wear antlers.
Be careful hiking in the woods during hunting season. My advice--don't wear antlers.
illrevue:
dude, that's one of my favorite songs ever...
it's too bad you don't round here...I would suggest we go out for a drink...
it's too bad you don't round here...I would suggest we go out for a drink...
Life is so fucking depressing.
meniscus:
In general, or is there a specific cause?
illrevue:
yes, it can be...what's up?
Hello.
I've done a fine job of staying just busy enough to not have time to swing by the site, and yet matain a level of stasis that precludes any really interesting journal entries.
I feel disconnected from 52% of the population, and, really, probably most of the other 48 as well.
"...suckers and fuckers and stupid retards..."
mmmm. the sweetness of the moldy peaches...
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I've done a fine job of staying just busy enough to not have time to swing by the site, and yet matain a level of stasis that precludes any really interesting journal entries.
I feel disconnected from 52% of the population, and, really, probably most of the other 48 as well.
"...suckers and fuckers and stupid retards..."
mmmm. the sweetness of the moldy peaches...
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esme:
Wow. Where's home? I had sort of assumed it was Dixon since, well, why else would you be in Dixon?
I agree. It's so confusing and makes you realize that you really do make choices about the company you keep, even if it is subconscious or unintentional. I mean...it's not like 52% of my friends are psycho...so where do all the psychos come from? Not Cook County, I'll tell ya that.
I agree. It's so confusing and makes you realize that you really do make choices about the company you keep, even if it is subconscious or unintentional. I mean...it's not like 52% of my friends are psycho...so where do all the psychos come from? Not Cook County, I'll tell ya that.
illrevue:
middle america....and church...
Gray Room
Although you sit in a room that is gray,
Except for the silver
Of the straw-paper,
And pick
At your pale white gown;
Or lift one of the green beads
Of your necklace,
To let it fall;
Or gaze at your green fan
Printed with the red branches of a red willow;
Or, with one finger,
Move the leaf in the bowl
The...
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Although you sit in a room that is gray,
Except for the silver
Of the straw-paper,
And pick
At your pale white gown;
Or lift one of the green beads
Of your necklace,
To let it fall;
Or gaze at your green fan
Printed with the red branches of a red willow;
Or, with one finger,
Move the leaf in the bowl
The...
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erica:
Are you retarded?
illrevue:
i wrote a song 12 years ago called grey room...
The Same Troubles with Beauty You've Always Had
I still get the occasional snapshot in letters
crowded with bad news and rage and futile self-
aggrandizement, pictures of you in London or Belgium
or Corfu, depending on what man you're with taking you where,
or small-town modeling for hair salons or Florida
clothes stores, and I can see you're still someone whose
beauty is exercised...
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I still get the occasional snapshot in letters
crowded with bad news and rage and futile self-
aggrandizement, pictures of you in London or Belgium
or Corfu, depending on what man you're with taking you where,
or small-town modeling for hair salons or Florida
clothes stores, and I can see you're still someone whose
beauty is exercised...
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esme:
Here you go...
It's so frickin hard to pick /one/...I feel like any poem I write, on its own, falls short. Anyway, as they used to yell in my high school writing club "No disclaimers!!!!"
A love poem for friends and strangers
Every day the neighbors three-year-old calls the dog in.
The dog is called Peter. The boy
has a clipped voice, like he has been raised
in another country.
My daughter is a wiseman
in our pageant.
She is seven. Her eyes
are too big for her face. The boy
plays an angel. He sits high
on two bales of hay and smiles like an angel
is supposed to smile.
My daughter holds a red box
that stands for myrrh. Over Marys shoulder
she sees the angel boy fall asleep
just before the presentation of the gifts.
She remembers the day he was born. She
remembers his thin pink eyelids.
The night before she had watched
Snow White. Prince Charming knew
he would marry Snow
even when she was tiny, curled
in her bassinet under soft blankets.
My daughter says she will be Prince Charming.
She is old and wise and can see
lifetimes from now, standing
on their porch somewhere beautiful
and distantCanada
or Californiathey call the dog in.
He soars around the corner
toward their voice.
It's so frickin hard to pick /one/...I feel like any poem I write, on its own, falls short. Anyway, as they used to yell in my high school writing club "No disclaimers!!!!"
A love poem for friends and strangers
Every day the neighbors three-year-old calls the dog in.
The dog is called Peter. The boy
has a clipped voice, like he has been raised
in another country.
My daughter is a wiseman
in our pageant.
She is seven. Her eyes
are too big for her face. The boy
plays an angel. He sits high
on two bales of hay and smiles like an angel
is supposed to smile.
My daughter holds a red box
that stands for myrrh. Over Marys shoulder
she sees the angel boy fall asleep
just before the presentation of the gifts.
She remembers the day he was born. She
remembers his thin pink eyelids.
The night before she had watched
Snow White. Prince Charming knew
he would marry Snow
even when she was tiny, curled
in her bassinet under soft blankets.
My daughter says she will be Prince Charming.
She is old and wise and can see
lifetimes from now, standing
on their porch somewhere beautiful
and distantCanada
or Californiathey call the dog in.
He soars around the corner
toward their voice.