I Gotta Get Going Some Time...
Ok- so now I have in-house Internet access. Calling your service provider up repeatedly and threatening litigation does work after all. the guy who came to fix our line up told me that he was begged to do the job today. Note: this was after a particularly sarcastic phone call from me ("Are you sure someone's coming, because that's what you said the last three times" etc etc).
So now maybe-perhaps-we'll see if I can update on a more-or-less regular basis. Plus there's the dreaded-but-still-exciting NaNoWriMo thing, which everyone else apart from me is taking seriously. (Cast lists? Plot lines? You mean I can't just fictionalize my essays?)
Also, will have to go off to London soon, bad weather notwithstanding. 'Hujan emas' by big fat derriere.
By the way, I have just discovered that how difficult it is to stay angry when you're given flowers. Hmph.
I Stayed Too Long in the Shower
Why should I blame her
That she filled my days
With misery or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men violent ways
Or hurled the little streets upon the great
Had they but courage equal to desire.
W. B. Yeats, 'No Second Troy'
- I went to a talk on the destruction of evolutionary theory. Oh, my short attention span.
First Mammal to Wear Pants (Apologies to Pearl Jam)
Tell me
little Ape-man,
Who taught you
those little tricks?
Who taught you
to dance attendance
to the histrionic music
of my whims?
Who was she
that trainer from Vegas
with legs
reaching to your seventh
hell
of lustful delight?
Did she teach you
that wonderful Art
of whispering bittersweet nothings
in my bleeding
ear?
Your words like
delicate morsels
of stale oysters.
Who taught you
my little Ape-man
that trick you do at
parties
of looking at me
like there's no one else
While you do
every girl in the room?
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Confessionary
Forgive me
my little games
of hide-and-seek
when I make you count to
ten
while I run to conceal
me.
Forgive me
my little bursts
of tag
when I make you catch up
to the person I think
I am
and laugh
when you trip.
Forgive me
my little habits
of saying
only what you want
to hear
when what I wish to say
lies prone
in the ether.
Forgive me
my little white
lies
Before everything
we have
turns black.
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Life as we know it
Take one puppet
Tie with string
Make it feel as if it's dancing
to the beat of it's own
drum.
Take one puppet
Knot with dreams
Make it feel as if it's using
a mind of it's very
own.
Take one puppet
Glue with hope
Make it live as if the life it has
belongs to no one
else.
Take that puppet
Throw it on my
fire.
Let the strings dissolve
like melted fat.
Until it's nothing
Nothing
At all.
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If you're going to be in London tomorrow, check out the Forum.
nads went at 15:07