Devious Journal EntryI deleted some stuff that embarassed me.
I still haven't written a sestina.
~ramonaquimby
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Forever: februaryThere is one thing we love about February-- The light. The sky pulses orange, fades blue and we let five-thirty in through the cold wall. The street is stained with snow. In the window across the way, yellow-butter lamplight melts through the glass. We arch together like a Hardanger fiddleForever: february
and its strings; your eyelashes flutter like notes from a fiddle pulsing to the beat of each day. February. February. Too cold for the sound of dirty snow-water as it melts down the drainpipes, too cold still, love, to dance through the blue skies
by ~ramonaquimby
seven-minute sonnetA perfect couple caught my eye upon the IRT one day. The nose-pierced girl, the skinny guy-- such hipster love, I have to say is something that my friends might scorn. But guy and girl stood fresh-faced, tall, their hands entwined, their Converse worn. And looking down, I glanced at all my imperfections, noting first my bitten nails, my freckled face my banged-up legs (and what was worst and made me feel most out-of-place): My hair a fuzz, my dress askew. Oh, why can't I be more like you?seven-minute sonnet
by ~ramonaquimby
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the dinner partyTonight she eats with flexing, twitching hands upon the table. Vulgar girl, she rhymes some doggerel at them. Her mouth and hands are locked in gestures mocking them with rhymes. They chuckle. She stands up and lifts her hands to call for quiet; announces without rhymes that she is tired, and for their work of hands this evening she gives thanks. Politest rhymes of gesture spill out as they clap their hands at her, refrain from cheerful vulgar rhymes. She trundles off to bed, clenches her hands. Each finger curled down, the hands are rhymes. But as she leaves, they're stathe dinner party
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- Current Residence: the dirty have, as they say.
- Interests: scandinavia and things that are aesthetically pleasing
- Favourite movie: mary poppins, mulholland dr, blazing saddles, the producers, willy wonka, casablanca, marx brothers
- Favourite band or musician: beatles/jefferson airplane/boudewijn de groot/annbjørg lien/under byen/csny/värttinä/
- Favourite genre of music: electronica, rock (normally of the classic variety), stuff not in english, classical
- Favourite artist: jan vermeer is my one love. monet is close behind. + caspar david friedrich & edward hopper.
- Favourite poet or writer: tracy chevalier, rebecca wells, francesca lia block, j. fforde, jk rowling, borges, gibson, marquez
- Operating System: Windows XP
- MP3 player of choice: ipod
- Favourite cartoon character: calvin&hobbes?
- Personal Quote: "Evil will always prevail, because good is dumb."
- Tools of the Trade: a sick, sick mind and obsessive tendencies.
- Website: http://pouletinbondage.livejournal.com
- AIM: princess valinda
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Time to watch the fun...
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be happy.
Got a revolution Got to revolution
Hey I'm dancing down the streets
Got a revolution Got to revolution
Ain't it amazing all the people I meet
Got a revolution Got to revolution
One generation got old
One generation got soul
This generation got no destination to hold
Pick up the cry
Hey now it's time for you and me
Got a revolution Got to revolution
Come on now we're marching to the sea
Got a revolution Got to revolution
Who will take it from you
We will and who are we
We are volunteers of America
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