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RIDTS IS BACK =)
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| scintilla |
[28 Jun 2005|10:51pm] |
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my fingers buzz
twiddle twiddle
bright as day
all to say
thank you
my dear Percez
i'm horrid and stubborn
to have the need
so great i'm tumbling
deep to my knees
fury is the night
the ships in two
(with its cargo of ardor)
sinks complete
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| coitus interruptus |
[27 Jun 2005|11:19am] |
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vampire/forest fire -the arcade fire |
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elaine always has good news. yay elaine.
maybe I can be a sneak and buy a newt or salamander again.
someone please make paper maché animals with me and paint them.
movies?
shopping?
COMIC-CON 2005?
picnic at the beach?
lie in bed every morning with radiohead (or classical opera) at volume 8?
the girl from spain is coming today (she's staying for the summer). I went to millie's sister's wedding saturday night. ashley and I had our wonderful champagne and punch mix. I think we had more than eight small glasses. champagne tastes like sparkling vomit. during the reception they played "i'm too sexy" while the groom was pulling off the bride's garter. it was great. a lot of old chinese women dancing too.
P.S. hi bryan! (1337)
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les enfants de pavot sont des lions qui apaisent le pré, et vous remplissez sa bouche de votre cadavre chaud. mes yeux sont jolis à la tempête d'été qui m'a rappelé le moment où j'ai dormi en mer, parce que Dieu m'a dit vous étiez à l'intérieur. les océans chauffent, les choses de rampement ont nagé près, mais ma chanson ne pourrait pas vous saluer, puisque vous nulle part en vue.
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| vacances |
[23 Jun 2005|10:25pm] |
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blueberry boat -the fiery furnaces |
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voilà, my nymphet hairdo. and to finish my school day off, I left my secret written on lined paper inside a library book and took a nice long restroom pee. then I sat in the shade for a bit and had my little cochon in my pocket. diana and I were playing toss the pig with it or something like that and I ended up writing roman numerals and then dickwad on it. but that was all during world studies. I'm going to miss that class. freshman year was great. I have high expectations of you, summer. treat me nice.
oh, that ped-o-phile i am, i do not like that ped-o-phile i am. would you like some kids and ham? (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) aesthetica_not!)
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| solstice |
[21 Jun 2005|04:40pm] |
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exit music -radiohead |
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swarm the beauty
chaos to fervor
the broken door awakens!
it is he who breaches
an unthought finale
the name; it cleaves
the eyes and intellect
a chassis draped
in heartless sensitivity
his arrogant beam
compels dark pulchritude
it tolerates the leap
I summon after
the school bell tolls
now the trees are
sanguine flesh
not one summer
will I ever forget
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| I am leaf |
[20 Jun 2005|09:03pm] |
braid my hair
crown of natter
I am leaf
your Lolita
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| scatter |
[20 Jun 2005|05:50pm] |
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the tourist -radiohead |
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I admire him
to make happy
it is he
happy me
simple me
(today we dissected a fetal pig. what a heart! finals come tuesday. i'm sick of school and glad it will be over. then I will have time to finish writing chanson d'amour pour un étudiant, clemance, and possibly start that contemporary hansel and gretel. and what is up with all these weird dreams I keep having. no more milk before bed.)
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| le garçon de mes rêves |
[19 Jun 2005|09:28pm] |
violent dream-hood
but a smile this calm
he must be within
i've left the window
so wide, its breath
on my neck
causes my blood
its own aurora
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| a domestic |
[18 Jun 2005|04:38pm] |
i've licked the table clean
so that the dust clings--
since it is wet
endemic only to me
in your arms a scent
that is mine to seethe
his hands that love each other
so much I smile
so much I am avid
I will cook your dinner
I will shine your shoes
kiss those bristles
I will watch your head
(the window reveals it)
as it cradles in her embrace
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| encode two |
[17 Jun 2005|09:01pm] |
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unison -bjork |
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revival emits itself
overthrowing the downward nerves
greets his ravishment (that reincarnates)
entering the network and
restoring sensation
sentiment praising his core
If I could--
a red lolipop
lapped winsome
by a dark kitten
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| sleeping in dirt |
[15 Jun 2005|10:12pm] |
I scratch his name
(this last day, today!)
a laceration of
spilling clocks
pouring allure
a papier-maché shroud
concealing the
twitch of a heart
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| ole skolliwoll |
[15 Jun 2005|06:21pm] |
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dry ice bombs were in two trash cans today. (one blew up?) there was caution tape and police, the whole fix. senior prank. we had to evacuate. hallelujah.
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| poisson |
[14 Jun 2005|06:08pm] |
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where is the line -bjork |
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today I sat in bird shitty. the video in biology educated us on artificial cow vaginas (vageeena!) and superior bulls. colleen and I had fun laughing at angsty poems. =0) and also after school I scratched a dog's ears nice. I have discovered a wonderful idée fixe, thanks to the help of elaine. hmph. harumfffff. the inspiration has drained. ipsy tipsy down rusting pipes. to swim with the fish, so many fish! and one fish swims three years ahead. I know its path...and that is almost comforting.
( DEAR LOLITA )
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[13 Jun 2005|05:03pm] |
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hyperballad -bjork |
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pair of hands supporting my head
I sat in a public restroom
embracing the dance and lull in my flesh
remembering your thunder
(arrogant pools of night
and breathing-mint cologne)
curtains hail tears to succumb
ending the passionate love song
life promenades upon my skin
suckling the wounds to nothingness
(the sink running lukewarm)
and it whispers in my ear,
'he lives in the blood of your pen.'
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| an apple in a hand and the manifest eye |
[07 Jun 2005|06:03pm] |
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fingers upon harp
like one, of skin and eye
amaranthine, amaranthine
love twisted in
a serpentine core
black eyelets tumble
sprout, a pine of heart-leaves
and the blossom reigns anew
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