liars pleasure (a burnish)
You lie astonished in the love of you,
Your lessons of frugality fragile.
Of course the open darkness
With laughter scripts the good will
Of obedience into a mask of abundant code.
The similarities are naked; delirium
Improvising, the crumbs of our bodies
In the exact center of pregnant
Cheeks in the service of Venus; sweet
Smelling breath, pretty as
Bitter fear and funny madness, mantra
Of still-bright monotone finding Heaven
Like the moon, to rise and fall again,
Specimen of lilly-white grace, okay
To be a character of dying suprise
In a bed of scenery, waiting in aureoled
Abyss. An ovation not hard to bear.
from:undersamesky
You lie astonished in the love of you,
Your lessons of frugality fragile.
Of course the open darkness
With laughter scripts the good will
Of obedience into a mask of abundant code.
The similarities are naked; delirium
Improvising, the crumbs of our bodies
In the exact center of pregnant
Cheeks in the service of Venus; sweet
Smelling breath, pretty as
Bitter fear and funny madness, mantra
Of still-bright monotone finding Heaven
Like the moon, to rise and fall again,
Specimen of lilly-white grace, okay
To be a character of dying suprise
In a bed of scenery, waiting in aureoled
Abyss. An ovation not hard to bear.
from:undersamesky
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I'm always up for herbal remedies. I'll have a look.
I would go ahead and talk to Anna if I were you, she's one of the friendliest, most forth-coming people around here. I wouldn't blitz her with poetry though - it's hard to know how to react when a stranger posts a poem in your box (I would imagine). I'm always wary of talking to the actual SG's, but it's mainly because there are just so many people clamouring for their attention. I don't want to be a nuisance. For instance I've been very tentatively talking to Charley recently, but I just left a longer - and rather more familiar - post in her box and I suspect it's scared her off. C'est la vie in SG land.
I've just started "On The Road", by the way.
Eye.
i'm doing pretty well, how 'bout you? just a little bored, nothing to do on a saturday night. last night i hung out w/ some folks from my department and we all got way drunk. you know when you find yourself spooning a straight girl on the floor of someone else's apt, it's time to go home.
anyhoo. but all these kids are real straightlaced, and so that's a little weird for me. i was told that one of my tattoos is "a little scary."
and i ALWAYS get compliments on this particular tattoo!
oh and ps: lackwit is right-- you are such a beatnik! so does that mean you snap your fingers rather than clap at shows?
hee hee hee!