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fuck the laundry is right! fuck in the laundry room also works...

hey, i just took that how punk are you test. and it turns out i'm as punk as GG allin! gawd i hated that fuck! how can i be 75% punk when idon't even cliam to be punk? ah well, fuck em all and let the genetics lab sort em out!

Hey there, thanks for adding me as a friend. Jinxi really digs on you and seems to always have something to tell me about your journal. I hope works out with your X and you get your poetry back. Take care and have a great night. Thanks. again.

My sympathies for your loss; I lost that generation a long time ago and father 10 years ago. But at least I don't have any ex's to deal with though.

Hope things turn up for you, you seem to have had more than your fiar share lately

hi sweetie... yr eyes are even more wonderful than i can remeber while i'm away from yr journal.

sorry about yr grandpa.

sorry about your grandpa but if its any concalation.. you've got me here for ya!

Baudelaire considered his soul a twin to poe's as well as translating pieces of Poe's into french...although this is french translated to english, obviously...wow am I retard some days.



Voyage to Cythera
Charles Baudelaire
Translated by Rachel Hadas



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Free as a bird and joyfully my heart
Soared up among the rigging, in and out;
Under a cloudless sky the ship rolled on
Like an angel drunk with brilliant sun.

"That dark, grim island there--which would that be?"
"Cythera," we're told, "the legendary isle
Old bachelors tell stories of and smile.
There's really not much to it, you can see."

O place of many a mystic sacrament!
Archaic Aphrodite's splendid shade
Lingers above your waters like a scent
Infusing spirits with an amorous mood.

Worshipped from of old by every nation,
Myrtle-green isle, where each new bud discloses
Sighs of souls in loving adoration
Breathing like incense from a bank of roses

Or like a dove roo-cooing endlessly . . .
No; Cythera was a poor infertile rock,
A stony desert harrowed by the shriek
Of gulls. And yet there was something to see:

This was no temple deep in flowers and trees
With a young priestess moving to and fro,
Her body heated by a secret glow,
Her robe half-opening to every breeze;

But coasting nearer, close enough to land
To scatter flocks of birds as we passed by,
We saw a tall cypress-shaped thing at hand--
A triple gibbet black against the sky.

Ferocious birds, each perched on its own meal,
Were madly tearing at the thing that hung
And ripened; each, its filthy beak a drill,
Made little bleeding holes to root among.

The eyes were hollowed. Heavy guts cascading
Flowed like water halfway down the thighs;
The torturers, though gorged on these vile joys,
Had also put their beaks to use castrating

The corpse. A pack of dogs beneath its feet,
Their muzzles lifted, whirled and snapped and gnawed;
One bigger beast amidst this jealous lot
Looked like an executioner with his guard.

O Cytherean, child of this fair clime,
Silently you suffered these attacks,
Paying the penalty for whatever acts
Of infamy had kept you from a tomb.

Grotesquely dangling, somehow you brought on--
Violent as vomit rising from the chest,
Strong as a river bilious to taste--
A flow of sufferings I'd thought long gone.

Confronted with such dear remembered freight,
Poor devil, now it was my turn to feel
A panther's slavering jaws, a beak's cruel drill--
Once it was my flesh they loved to eat.

The sky was lovely, and the sea divine,
but something thick and binding like a shroud
Wrapped my heart in layers of black and blood;
Henceforth this allegory would be mine.

O Venus! On your isle what did I see
But my own image on the gallows tree?
O God, give me the strength to contemplate
My own heart, my own body without hate!

Stupid boss. Hope you feel better asap!!

Apocalypse
Gerald Stern



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Of all sixty of us I am the only one who went
to the four corners though I don't say it
out of pride but more like a type of regret,
and I did it because there was no one I truly believed
in though once when I climbed the hill in Skye
and arrived at the rough tables I saw the only other
elder who was a vegetarian--in Scotland--
and visited Orwell and rode a small motorcycle
to get from place to place; and I immediately
stopped eating fish and meat and lived on soups;
and we wrote each other in the middle and late fifties
though one day I got a letter from his daughter
that he had died in an accident; he was
I'm sure of it, an angel who flew in midair
with one eternal gospel to proclaim
to those inhabiting the earth and every nation;
and now that I go through my papers every day
I search and search for his letters but to my shame
I have even forgotten his name, that messenger
who came to me with tablespoons of blue lentils.

I'm very sorry to hear that you had to go through that. My nan had a hiatus hernia and used to munch Gaviscon granules to help it and my motherThing had an endoscopy and then saw cats in the ward for the duration of her stay which was a bit weird - and then on one visit they suddenly starting birthing as well so there were kittens everywhere which was greeted with great delight

I'm off for my tests (just routine I believe - I hope!) ahead of my hernia op sometime soon - hoping they'll actually give me a date - an d I promise to bore you with them in retaliation - seriously your very brave. I think the only thing that'll hurt tomorrow is the car park charges

Oh and a Mexx holdall is just a sports bag but from the Mexx outlet shop. They're a chain of "designer" stores across Europe whose clothing style I like. I'm a real hypocrite in this respect as I used to poo-poo people who bought designer stuff (in the sense that they were buying it just for the name) and now here I am doing something similar. WTF!

Work is dumb. That always happened to me to. Never call in sick, always work for other people, and when I really need time off, even if I plan months in advance, I get fucked.
Now I am a full time student and am lazy. Bah
Thanks for the b-day wishes! My day was rad all around. School was fun, I heard from everyone that I love, and I got to eat deep fried vegatables for dinner. Yay
Love your hair color! I dyed mine a chocolate brown and it's just a reddish brown. Meh, at least the roots are gone.
Hope you feel better soon and get to have some fun!

1. thanks it seems like everyone likes them on here and i'm totally clueless... i can't wait to hear them.
2. yeah it's a little difficult but if i had too i could...for me it's stina cause she and my buddy troy talked me into joining this site in the first place...
3. i see, hear and feel them too but i feel them best see them vaguely and only hear them rarely... i sometimes wish i could hear them better so i could understand them... but i geuss it's nice that i can block it out too...

sleeping is awesome.

edit: haha i just saw your occupation. do you work at jerry's stables?
ba dum ching.

[Edited on Jan 23, 2005 8:44PM]

Like a hollyhock is to growing tall already blessed with flowering bases of orgone...and a tendril is to my time in this life of an oubliette....my paean, wishing of daemon...

[Edited on Jan 21, 2005 9:08PM]

Ack, that's so stupid of your brother-in-law
Oh, and I don't mind that you didn't want to do the question thing, doesn't matter
Thanks (about the hair cut thing) I hope it looks good on me *crosses fingers* I've never had my hair that short before.

hey there...
just curious, which japanese place closed early yesterday? i went to tokyo tokyo by the mill sand that place was jam packed when i was there. i don't think they had any intention of closing early either. ah well, guess it's too late for this info eh?
d-day

sadly... it was not even what you think i was off doing with a file of computer photos... i wish it had been. i woudl have been in a better mood

thanks...

you're welcome. I like your profile pic. Do you mind if I add you as a friend?