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Posted by kid_A on October 3, 2001, at 11:37:08
back again from engerland... more pints, more theft, more traffic, more pints, uh... more cold, more heads on sticks, more ventriloquists...from london past whipsnade to birmingham and back... long boring planerides, airport security, paranoia and medication withdrawl...
even if you think you'll be back in time, bring a spare just in case... dont trust your packages with people you've just met, even if they have bought you a pint...
smoking in england is equivalent to needing financial aid... 6.00 per pack hurts ouch...
alcohol is plentiful and encouraged at every moment of the day...
its starting to get cold, warm jacket weather, jumper weather... the sun is starting sheath itself behind the sky like a little pocket knife...
i hope everyone is doing, well...
...
..."And the salt of God's belly
where I floated in a cup of darkness.
I long for your country, fish.The fish replied:
You must be a poet,
a lady of evil luck
desiring to be what you are not,
longing to be what you can only visit."-anne sexton
Posted by fluffykitty on October 3, 2001, at 17:32:45
In reply to Where the pigs don't fly... I do..., posted by kid_A on October 3, 2001, at 11:37:08
> back again from engerland... more pints, more
Yo M8!
>back... long boring planerides, airport
Fancy that! If it was boring it wasnt hijacked so be happy!
> alcohol is plentiful and encouraged at every moment of the day...
RIGHT!
Did you bung any fobs while there?! 8-) Last I was in London it was fob city and we were bunging as fast as we could! ;-)
In fact the cute red telephone booths were filled with smutty literature so we felt it our duty to rip them all out when we used one. We would be like, 3 down, 14,367 to go! :)
Posted by susan C on October 3, 2001, at 18:02:11
In reply to Where the pigs don't fly... I do..., posted by kid_A on October 3, 2001, at 11:37:08
'The time has come,' the Walrus said,
'To talk of many things:
Of shoes-and ships-and sealing wax-
Of cabbages-and kings-
Ang why the sea is boiling hot-
And whether pigs have wings.'Tweedledee, from Through the Looking-Glass by Lewis Carroll
KidA, I even looked it up for you in my Modern Library first edition published 1936. Purchased in LA in the summer of 1970 when I was hitch hiking (remember when everyone did that, even girls) with a friend from Seattle to San Diego. A State Patrol officer picked us outside Oxsnard (what an odd name) and drove us through LA cause there was a 'disturbance' he wanted us to avoid...
Welcome home Kida, when and where do you get to go next?
mouse living in bookshelves
susan C> back again from engerland... more pints, more theft, more traffic, more pints, uh... more cold, more heads on sticks, more ventriloquists...
>
> from london past whipsnade to birmingham and back... long boring planerides, airport security, paranoia and medication withdrawl...
>
> even if you think you'll be back in time, bring a spare just in case... dont trust your packages with people you've just met, even if they have bought you a pint...
>
> smoking in england is equivalent to needing financial aid... 6.00 per pack hurts ouch...
>
> alcohol is plentiful and encouraged at every moment of the day...
>
> its starting to get cold, warm jacket weather, jumper weather... the sun is starting sheath itself behind the sky like a little pocket knife...
>
> i hope everyone is doing, well...
>
> ...
> ...
>
> "And the salt of God's belly
> where I floated in a cup of darkness.
> I long for your country, fish.
>
> The fish replied:
> You must be a poet,
> a lady of evil luck
> desiring to be what you are not,
> longing to be what you can only visit."
>
> -anne sexton
Posted by sar on October 3, 2001, at 21:22:08
In reply to Re: Where the pigs don't fly... I do... » kid_A, posted by susan C on October 3, 2001, at 18:02:11
welcome back, kid!
okay you music connisseur you, see if you can dig this:
hyper-ballad
we live on a mountain
right at the top
there's a beautiful view
from the top of the mountain
every morning i walk towards the edge
and throw little things off
like
car-parts. bottles and cutlery
or whatever i find lying aroundit's become a habit
a way
to start the dayI go through all this
before you wake up
so I can feel happier
to be safe up here with youit's real early morning
no-one is awake
I'm back at my cliff
still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
on their way down
I follow with my eyes 'til they crash
imagine what my body would sound like
slamming against those rockswhen it lands
will my eyes
be closed or open?I go through all this
before you wake up
so I can feel happier
to be safe up here with youBJORK
Posted by kid_A on October 4, 2001, at 12:39:59
In reply to Where the pigs don't fly... I do..., posted by kid_A on October 3, 2001, at 11:37:08
OF ROCKETS AND FLOWERS
rockets are cocks and
flowers are cunts,this is all that you
need know in lifeevery other night at
7pm, the mailman
brings fresh milk and
stays until latei am in love with
flowers, how they smell
how they feel, the
touch on your skini think i am in love with
loving them most of alli think i want to
devour them whole like
lions did yoni think i want them
to myself, so that
my mourners can
grieve me in some
filigree chophousei want flowers for
my ears, so that i
can be baptized and
my sins will be
secreted under God's
living room carpeti want flowers in my
bed at night because
they will surround me
and keep me safe
from vampires and
tax meni want flowers for
mother, eight dollars
or so worth of grief
so they can wilt for
her as time permitsi would like flowers
instead of drugs
please, so i can
wake in the morning
fresh in my own
holinessand in love i would
give you 1 single
flower, which is the
whole world, and that
flower would be all
of me, and you could
eat its petals and
grind its stem into
a paste for your
eyesand at Jesus's feet
they laid flowers, and
whipped him with flowers
until he bled them, and
in the end, when he
was reborn, they took
off the wreath of flowers
around his head and
replaced that with thorns
so that people might
die in the cause of
His nameand we could put
flowers on rockets,
and that might mean
something, but right
now, it doesn't, just
as precedence has
meant nothing but
its literal sense,
and we might light
them as little roman
candles, in the
honor of some long
dead general born
in the year of
the dog, just as i
amand i anoint you
with flowers,and i suffocate your
love with flowersand i am suffocated
by them as well, so
don't feel so badand i eat flowers
at night and they make
me drowsy like a
sermonand i wear them around
my wrists so that
i am reminded of
their beauty and
impermanenceand i feed them
to Bill, who lives
on my street so that
he can speak more
of Jesus and
Niggersand i crush them,
and make wine of them,
and get drunk on them
as my life gets grifted
away from meand God bless the
flower, and God bless
the rocket, of whom i
have said little, but
for whom needs paid
it's respect in the
form of this word
here, Saturnand let all the little
cherubs bless us
with flowers and the
Tet show us the
magnificent power of
rockets, and let
us dance for our
dead, and let us
dance for our love,
and let us dance
for our dead
love.
Posted by kid_A on October 4, 2001, at 12:47:55
In reply to Re: Where the pigs don't fly... I do..., posted by fluffykitty on October 3, 2001, at 17:32:45
>
> Fancy that! If it was boring it wasnt hijacked so be happy!ah yes, but if virgin atlantic could just figure out their own airport's security policy then i could have taken my cd player on board, as i was rightly allowed to do so (re confirmed by security agent at the gate) !!!
>
> RIGHT!
>Get In!!!!!
> Did you bung any fobs while there?! 8-) Last I was in London it was fob city and we were bunging as fast as we could! ;-)
bung, got it, throw, fob... thats cheat or a watch really... you lost me!
> In fact the cute red telephone booths were filled with smutty literature so we felt it our duty to rip them all out when we used one. We would be like, 3 down, 14,367 to go! :)
yes yes yes!! theres a big crackdown, so a few weeks ago when i was there last (imagine that), me and my sister made it our duty to collect as many of them as possible... my favourite one was the picture of tyra banks and something about transexuals!!! love the porno phone booths... god love soho with its utterly inseperable mix of record shops, fruit stands, sushi bars, clubs and toppless bars and shops full of smutty magazines... god bless it all...
Posted by kid_A on October 4, 2001, at 12:57:41
In reply to Re: Where the pigs don't fly... I do... » kid_A, posted by susan C on October 3, 2001, at 18:02:11
"See Paris, Tristram see!" And many - oh, wonder
Many - a thousand more, he showed by name
And pointing hand, whose life love rent asunder."-dante's l'inferno, canto V
hitchiking?! only in the seventies... my parents even picked up one when we were all on vacation somewhere...
hmmm... im a disturbance that you might want to avoid... it depends on how much ive had to drink and what your tollerance for mayhem is...
> Welcome home Kida, when and where do you get to go next?
>to sleep in my own bed which is just fine with me, and all the stars wraped around my head like Jesus's wreath of fire...
!!
AMNESIAC resisting arest.
Posted by kid_A on October 4, 2001, at 13:04:53
In reply to Re: Where the pigs don't fly... I do..., posted by sar on October 3, 2001, at 21:22:08
> okay you music connisseur you, see if you can dig this:
>dig it!? i can live it... beautiful... im up and down about bjork, but she's beautiful and odd and did i mention odd?
how about this one:
can you hear them?
the helicopters?
i'm in new york
no need for words now
we sit in silence
you look me
in the eye directly
you met me
i think it's wednessday
the evening
the mess we're in and-- the city sun sets over me
night and day
i dream of
making-love
to you now baby
love-making
on-screen
impossible dream
and i have seen
the sunrise
over the river
the freeway
reminding
of this mess we're in and-- the city sun sets over me
what were you wanting?
i just want to say
don't ever change now baby
and thank you
i don't think we will meet again
and you must leave now
before the sunrise
above skyscrapers
the sin and
this mess we're in and-- the city sun sets over me.
-pj harvey "this mess we're in"
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