shojo

I wrote an entire journal update flouncing about the trivial details of my day when, alas and alack, the computer thought it would be good fun to arbitarily shut down Internet Explorer. Oh, you silly PC, will your wacky and homocide-inducing antics ever cease? Haha. So instead of what I wrote earlier, you'll all get some poetry.

Not my poetry, though. Good poetry.

O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting
fingers of
pruient philosophers pinched
and
poked

thee
, has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy

beauty . how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and

buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
(but
true

to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhytmic
lover

thou answerest


them only with

spring)

- E.E. Cummings

OMG LOL WTF U SAID CUMM!