I haven't written for a while because I've been busy with school, and also I've been kinda sick; been coughing a lot, scratchy throat, etc. Not a full-blown cold, and it's not gonna be, either. I'll start the Tarot thing again next week; I'm just not into it right now.
However, it is Journal Poetry Day, so here is a little something else from the Sacred Sex Devotional. This is by Charles Baudelaire:
Since everything about her is as balm to me,
There is nothing to be preferred.
When all delights me, I do not know if
One thing seduces me more than another.
She dazzles me like the Dawn
And consoles me like the Night
And the harmony that governs all her beautiful body
Is too exquisite
For impotent analysis to
Enumerate its many harmonies.
O mystic transformation
Of all my senses fused into one!
Her breath makes music.
Like her breath makes perfume!
We're hopefully going to see Nixon tonight at this event! Be there or be square, Portlanders!
However, it is Journal Poetry Day, so here is a little something else from the Sacred Sex Devotional. This is by Charles Baudelaire:
Since everything about her is as balm to me,
There is nothing to be preferred.
When all delights me, I do not know if
One thing seduces me more than another.
She dazzles me like the Dawn
And consoles me like the Night
And the harmony that governs all her beautiful body
Is too exquisite
For impotent analysis to
Enumerate its many harmonies.
O mystic transformation
Of all my senses fused into one!
Her breath makes music.
Like her breath makes perfume!
We're hopefully going to see Nixon tonight at this event! Be there or be square, Portlanders!
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Okay I just made friends with the Enter key. My journal's all respectable now.
If Eddie Izzard became the Doctor he could take along some of his dresses. I rather like the idea of a man in a frock waltzing about through time.