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| Author: | PlaceofRage [ Sat Nov 12, 2016 3:34 am ] |
| Blog Subject: | Til human voices wake us and we drown |
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me. I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black. We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown. --TS Eliot-- |
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| Author: | PlaceofRage [ Sat Nov 12, 2016 2:54 am ] |
| Blog Subject: | Where have all the flowers gone? |
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pYii6nxhvUk I love this song. I was a Marine once, I would have died for this country. I was one of 8 that made sharpshooter in my platoon. I wasn't wanted even there. Everything has been going wrong from the day I was born. "Long time passing..." 
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| Author: | PlaceofRage [ Sat Nov 12, 2016 2:49 am ] |
| Blog Subject: | Well... |
That was really no help at all, was it? There is apparently no one on Earth I can relate to. If I do things a certain way, this could someday become a newsworthy account. If I do it different, I will never be seen again. C'est la vie. I need to think about this. Futility of life. "Good-bye and thanks for all the fish!" -- Douglas Adams-- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ld6fAO4idaI "How many ears must one mane have... before he can hear people cry?!"
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| Author: | PlaceofRage [ Sat Nov 12, 2016 2:30 am ] |
| Blog Subject: | The Truth is Never Far Behind |
You kept it hidden well. A man can tell a thousand lies. I've learned my lesson well. Hope I live to tell the secret I knew then... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Di-etRm4cN8 |
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| Author: | PlaceofRage [ Fri Nov 04, 2016 6:17 am ] |
| Blog Subject: | A POEM FOR DIRTY GIRLS WITH DIRTY MINDS |
I hear the noises in the silence I carry in my pocket, coated in lint and melted chocolate. I am a dirty girl with a dirty mind because that is the best kind. I see what the cat sees in his golden eyed world. In the darkness I am called away, via the howling of the N train, carrying home the disenchanted. A secretary by day, and a furry cat by night. There is a job you hang at the door, and a noose by the coatrack. Step quickly to the side, look for the winding maze. Standing on a rickety chair to change the lightbulb, a run in your stockings then on to the other life. Modem to modem the call of a new breed, with electric eyes and silicon souls, there is love in the dimly caught glow. Lips parted and light another cigarette, death curls easy around your head, and they say it tastes of peaches. Dreaming of the circus bears, tunes to dance to that are never played for you. A twenty-one gun salute! If you go out in a hail of bullets. But it's all fantasy, and you go to sleep on a bare mattress as dawn peaks over a sullen city, with lipstick on her collar. Taking what you want -- but there is nothing really you want. Except the chance to be a big big ship moving from port to port, the eastern starboard, and now you matter still as you drift further to sea to see a dirty girl with a dirty mind. the worst kind of dirty. subversive solutions and no hope, but a love for the champagne words, and the rich rich light that falls on all. |
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