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[26 Oct 2006|09:19pm] |
Another excerpt from my Political Theory notes:
"Number One. Number Two. Number Three. Fourthly. What is law? I don't even know about law. I get hives if I even look at law. What the fuck is a law? Who makes these laws? I've been there, I've done that. www.horseness.com. That's actually a website. Greg wants to get out of here very badly because he is starving. Geoff is taking notes for some reason. I'm just writing a sort of stream of consciousness about what is going on around me instead of listening to Thompson. I don't even know what he's talking about. CONSILIUM PLEBIS!!!!!!!! LOL. Invade the executive authority of the consuls. Excluded altogether. The short answer is WAR. The Punic Wars. None of whom should be called Donald Rumsfeld. CONSILIUM PLEBIS was unequipped. Glancing at the character of the Senate."
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| I wonder how many times I've posted this... |
[15 Sep 2006|11:38am] |
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Nine Inch Nails - Something I Can Never Have |
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I still recall the taste of your tears
Echoing your voice just like the ringing in my ears
My favorite dreams of you still wash ashore
Scraping through my head til I don't want to sleep anymore.
You always were the one to show me how
Back then I couldn't do the things that I can do now
This thing is slowly taking me apart
Grey would be the color if I had a heart.
In this place it seems like such a shame
Though it all looks different now, I know it's still the same
Everywhere I look you're all I see
Just a fading fucking reminder of who I used to be.
You make this all go away
You make this all go away
I'm down to just one thing
I'm starting to scare myself.
You make this all go away
You make this all go away
I just want something,
I just want something I can never have.
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| this has continued to be my favorite poem |
[26 Aug 2006|01:49pm] |
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Bjork - Sonnets/Unrealities XI |
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e. e. cummings
it may not always be so; and i say
it may not always be so; and i say
that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch
another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch
his heart, as mine in time not far away;
if on another's face your sweet hair lay
in such a silence as i know, or such
great writhing words as, uttering overmuch
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;
if this should to be, i say if this should be –
you of my heart, send me a little word;
that i may go unto him, and take his hands,
saying, Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face, and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands.
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