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El perro y el hombre de Dios by ramonaquimby, literature

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El perro y el hombre de Dios

Un obispo salió de la iglesia y caminó a través de la ciudad. Después de un rato entró en un barrio muy pobre. El obispo llevó ropa fina y blanca con telas de oro, y él empezó a preocuparse del estado de su ropa. Las calles estaban llenas de lodo y quería mantener la limpieza de la blanca. De repente, un perro viejo cruzó la calle enfrente del obispo y se sacudió. Gotas de agua sucia voló de su piel y manchó la ropa del obispo. El obispo se puso con rabia. -¡Maldito perro!- gritó él. -¿Por qué no tengas cuidado con tu comportamiento? Está

Forever: february by ramonaquimby, literature

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Forever: february

There 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 fiddle 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 of the spring. Red lights flicker feebly through the window. A siren bites, hungry, through the

seven-minute sonnet by ramonaquimby, literature

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seven-minute sonnet

A 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?

A word to the unobservant by ramonaquimby, literature

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A word to the unobservant

If you haven't noticed: The cherry-blossoms are gone from the trees and the flowers still in the ground look a little faded and uncomfortable, like certain doctors' receptionists. The bankers on the subway stand used-up, washed-up; they no longer smell of money and new suits. If you haven't noticed: We always forget until this time of year swings around again, forget that dance we do to the tune of emergency generators switching on, all over the city. The papers say we flock in droves to the beaches, but we know that no one familiar is ever there. If you haven't noticed: Summer love is what the suburbs are for; we can do not

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El perro y el hombre de Dios by ramonaquimby, literature

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El perro y el hombre de Dios

liquidate by ramonaquimby, literature

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liquidate

its serene shell- shiny rippling cool and pleasant to the touch cannot fool me- I know of its dangers On a calm day it seems almost like Plastic Wrap covering a container of Jello or like the foamy skin of hot chocolate protecting the sweetness that lies underneath do not be fooled. there is no sweetness beneath what looks so calm only a world of no sound muted colors stinging eyes wriggling arms kicking legs struggling lungs trying to break the peaceful surface with your grasping hands trying, trying- and failing … the plastic wrap swallows you, digests you, pushes you under Composes itself and is calm onc

happy earth day by ramonaquimby, literature

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happy earth day

my head's in your lap and you're stroking my hair smoothing it with your fingers while talking of shark-fin soup. your words spin a tale of horror: animals caught in a net, struggling. along comes a man, and with a slash-! cuts off their fins and throws their bodies back into the salty sea leaving them to die. but all i can hear is your heartbeat from the night before when we were lying so close still echoing on in my ears.

maybe. by ramonaquimby, literature

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maybe.

Maybe there is a world where people know who they are and what they're meant to do where arguing is unheard of and no one is a disappointment where there is a place to go to feel safe and where tears are only happy and no one ever has to run and hide and be afraid Maybe there is a world where people honestly care where no one doubts their own self-worth and money isn't everything where people can work things out and where no one is selfish and where no one is afraid to go outside and just sing Maybe there is a world where when someone cries, someone is always there to make sure they are okay. Maybe there is a world where no o

my love is like by ramonaquimby, literature

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my love is like

My love is like ice on the city sidewalks You look at it- so inviting, it is You step on it and its rough texture grips your foot and you take another step and then you're sliding, sliding, hitting the pavement, a harsh reminder of reality and then you get up and do it all over again switching from the ice-world of love to reality is oh-so-painful but it is worth it Worth it to feel the lingering effects of my love almost like the dim smell of smoke long after the candles have burned out and to experience the taste of love, not my love, but love itself- beeswax lip balm, cool and inviting on your dry, chapped lips the color

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About ramonaquimby

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United States
Deviant for 19 years
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Current Residence: the dirty have, as they say.
Favourite genre of music: electronica, rock (normally of the classic variety), stuff not in english, classical
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: ipod
Personal Quote: "Evil will always prevail, because good is dumb."

Favourite Visual Artist

jan vermeer is my one love. monet is close behind. + caspar david friedrich & edward hopper.

Favourite Movies

mary poppins, mulholland dr, blazing saddles, the producers, willy wonka, casablanca, marx brothers

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

beatles/jefferson airplane/boudewijn de groot/annbjørg lien/under byen/csny/värttinä/

Favourite Writers

tracy chevalier, rebecca wells, francesca lia block, j. fforde, jk rowling, borges, gibson, marquez

Tools of the Trade

my mind

Other Interests

aesthetically pleasing things, cold places, latin america

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ramonaquimby

Aug 24, 2009

Guys. GUYS.

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[Wow, I haven't written a journal since first semester sophomore year.  My bad!] I have stopped by to say that I HAVE WRITTEN FAN FICTION.  I am finally giving back to the community I so greedily take from :-p  Except, wait!  I won't be posting it anywhere except a filtered entry on LJ!  Mwahhahhhhahhhhh. (As anyone who went to high school with me knows, insanity ensues when I am single!  If only he knew what he unleashed upon the world XD) Errr...I probably won't update this journal again for another year and a half, or something.  I don't even know who reads my DA anymore...my account on here is like a forgotten child.  Don't call CPS on

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ramonaquimby

Dec 14, 2007

Devious Journal Entry

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I don't really use this much anymore. I deleted some stuff that embarassed me. I still haven't written a sestina.

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ramonaquimby

Oct 24, 2006

ravnen flyver om aftenen...

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Sorten Muld is an AMAZING band. And uhh, just to make this entry have a point, I'm working on a poem or two, so hopefully I shall post those.  Soon.  College does amazing things, but it also makes your creativity kind of sad.