Hey all,
How is everyone? I hope everyone is doing well. The holiday season is upon us this week. I can't believe it's Thanksgiving already. I do love the holiday season, but I think it makes me act weird too. I'm not sure why, but I always find myself doing some strange stuff when I realize that it's that time of year.
It's just weird. I don't do anything dangerous, or anything like that. Let me try to explain. I just realized I was doing something strange this weekend, and then realized the time of year.
I got out of work last night and went to do some much needed food shopping. When I got home I locked my door and immediately took all of my clothes off. I have been that way ever since, and don't plan on using clothes until I have to go back to work on Monday morning. I have no reason for doing what I am doing. It has nothing to do with being horny, or anything like that. I just decided to do it.
Am I the only person that does stupid stuff like this? I don't even know why I am doing it. It just feels good and I enjoy it.
Well, that's all I wanted to say for now. I will probably write more tomorrow. Let you know how I am making out, lol
If anyone else suffers from the same affliction - doing weird stuff for no apparent reason - please do share. I am just hoping I am not the only one! lol
And yes, here are some more of my lame attempts at poetry!
For Jane Austen
Speak I must in my ineptitude
To thank you for words cleverly written;
Be it not equal, this is my gratitude---
Only for you, my dear Jane Austen!
Every scrap of genius it is my wish to find---
Pieces of you stolen by two hundred years!
I can hardly believe your brilliance of mind---
The wit of your pen has reduced me to tears
Of unsurpassed mirth! Oh, stiff are my jaws
But still I read on, when truth from a page appears;
It is a truth already known, yet I pause
In disbelief, and stare at the words that pierce
Souls. Layer by layer, how can this be?
The shock is so brazen, so elegant,
That I cannot stop for the life of me.
Courageous woman, too brave, too excellent!
Further on I see what are feelings in ink.
When Elinor kissed Marianne's hand,
When Anne's eyes devoured Wentworth's words, I think,
I'm sure, such are scenes as forget I can't.
How silly to ask why you were single---
Do they ask about Dickens's mistress?
But what about your novels?---Not one is little.
What has marriage to do with genius?!
What will I learn when I read you again?
Oh, how can this be, my dear Jane Austen?!
Lost
Perhaps there is a depth we can fall into
an ocean or a surge of something greater, more powerful
more prone to wake the senses rather than numb them in the aftermath
like in the inclining steps Elijah took towards heaven
or the swirl of the paintbrush by Hobbema into avenues, endless avenues
Perhaps Love is the inquisitor
and Hate the dismissal of substance
within the smallest of things
Perhaps, the heart
takes a hold of objects when pulse is not readily available
ah the object of love...
so defining of a soul
Why do we write at all
if murder does not happen, if the guts of something remains intact
the murder of ignorance
or tolerance of the truth without definition
or sacrifice
Some write to invite
some to repel
some write from love, of themselves
and others
from need
and some for declaration
but most
from the bleeding of humanity
Perhaps there is a depth to share
without the rules of art and language
that says maybe I am just stupid, but I just feel this
and think that
in this momentary space
and I feel
like it is none of your business
but
out of habit in writing ...
I feel lost
again
in this momentary life
without the right answers
to display on screen
Well, instead of writing an entirely new blog, I decided just to add onto this one. More silly questions from me. How many others have joined other social websites, like Tagged, Myspace, etc., only to be disappointed by the people on there? Maybe I am just spoiled, but after being a member here for a year and a half I think my expectations are too high for the other places. I guess what I am really trying to say is that I really enjoy being a member of Suicide Girls.
I just recently joined Tagged and I am ready to quit already. I have like 60 friends on there, but I only talk to 2. The others have just asked to be my friends and never say anything. Or should I say, they never say anything intelligent.
So, to get to my point here, thank you to everyone on SG for being who you are and challenging me every once in a while. I do enjoy it. And I hope you enjoy me on here.
A few weeks back I had mentioned that Kelly had gotten me a fun present for my birthday. I want to share a few pictures of it with you! lol Hope you like.
How is everyone? I hope everyone is doing well. The holiday season is upon us this week. I can't believe it's Thanksgiving already. I do love the holiday season, but I think it makes me act weird too. I'm not sure why, but I always find myself doing some strange stuff when I realize that it's that time of year.
It's just weird. I don't do anything dangerous, or anything like that. Let me try to explain. I just realized I was doing something strange this weekend, and then realized the time of year.
I got out of work last night and went to do some much needed food shopping. When I got home I locked my door and immediately took all of my clothes off. I have been that way ever since, and don't plan on using clothes until I have to go back to work on Monday morning. I have no reason for doing what I am doing. It has nothing to do with being horny, or anything like that. I just decided to do it.
Am I the only person that does stupid stuff like this? I don't even know why I am doing it. It just feels good and I enjoy it.
Well, that's all I wanted to say for now. I will probably write more tomorrow. Let you know how I am making out, lol
If anyone else suffers from the same affliction - doing weird stuff for no apparent reason - please do share. I am just hoping I am not the only one! lol
And yes, here are some more of my lame attempts at poetry!
For Jane Austen
Speak I must in my ineptitude
To thank you for words cleverly written;
Be it not equal, this is my gratitude---
Only for you, my dear Jane Austen!
Every scrap of genius it is my wish to find---
Pieces of you stolen by two hundred years!
I can hardly believe your brilliance of mind---
The wit of your pen has reduced me to tears
Of unsurpassed mirth! Oh, stiff are my jaws
But still I read on, when truth from a page appears;
It is a truth already known, yet I pause
In disbelief, and stare at the words that pierce
Souls. Layer by layer, how can this be?
The shock is so brazen, so elegant,
That I cannot stop for the life of me.
Courageous woman, too brave, too excellent!
Further on I see what are feelings in ink.
When Elinor kissed Marianne's hand,
When Anne's eyes devoured Wentworth's words, I think,
I'm sure, such are scenes as forget I can't.
How silly to ask why you were single---
Do they ask about Dickens's mistress?
But what about your novels?---Not one is little.
What has marriage to do with genius?!
What will I learn when I read you again?
Oh, how can this be, my dear Jane Austen?!
Lost
Perhaps there is a depth we can fall into
an ocean or a surge of something greater, more powerful
more prone to wake the senses rather than numb them in the aftermath
like in the inclining steps Elijah took towards heaven
or the swirl of the paintbrush by Hobbema into avenues, endless avenues
Perhaps Love is the inquisitor
and Hate the dismissal of substance
within the smallest of things
Perhaps, the heart
takes a hold of objects when pulse is not readily available
ah the object of love...
so defining of a soul
Why do we write at all
if murder does not happen, if the guts of something remains intact
the murder of ignorance
or tolerance of the truth without definition
or sacrifice
Some write to invite
some to repel
some write from love, of themselves
and others
from need
and some for declaration
but most
from the bleeding of humanity
Perhaps there is a depth to share
without the rules of art and language
that says maybe I am just stupid, but I just feel this
and think that
in this momentary space
and I feel
like it is none of your business
but
out of habit in writing ...
I feel lost
again
in this momentary life
without the right answers
to display on screen
Well, instead of writing an entirely new blog, I decided just to add onto this one. More silly questions from me. How many others have joined other social websites, like Tagged, Myspace, etc., only to be disappointed by the people on there? Maybe I am just spoiled, but after being a member here for a year and a half I think my expectations are too high for the other places. I guess what I am really trying to say is that I really enjoy being a member of Suicide Girls.
I just recently joined Tagged and I am ready to quit already. I have like 60 friends on there, but I only talk to 2. The others have just asked to be my friends and never say anything. Or should I say, they never say anything intelligent.
So, to get to my point here, thank you to everyone on SG for being who you are and challenging me every once in a while. I do enjoy it. And I hope you enjoy me on here.
A few weeks back I had mentioned that Kelly had gotten me a fun present for my birthday. I want to share a few pictures of it with you! lol Hope you like.
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caroline:
papavee:
Sounds pretty normal to me. You are not hurting yourself or anyone else, so why not.