Saturday, 7 November 2009

MANNERS? WHO HAS THEM?

What is it about guests that like to move everything and change everything. My scales to my horror have been altered, they now weigh me in kilos instead of pounds.. Obviously they had no idea of my eating disorder, this has sent me into a panic. It took me 25 minutes to change them back. Why is it that friends feel totally able to drink Champagne out of your fridge without replacing it or bring guests back without asking. I would never do this in another persons house without their consent. Manners seem to have gone out of the window.

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Kraxpelax said...

SCANDALE

Les absences coïncident à la comparution dans le salon en réplaçant cettte incidente en soi, c'est le reveil s'éffaçant; voici le rêveur en sortie losque la panique se déclare observateur néutrale,. le président a vous compri, les criants invités se précipitent des tables d'hôtel. - Qu'elqu'un d'autre fut dans un réduit qui se propage déhors comme une infinité de petites vestibules, applaudissements de portes qui s'ouvrient où qui se frappent, une averse de distraction, elle ne cesse pas, la catatrophe est décommandée à cause de pluie continuelle.

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SONNET XXXIX FOR KATIE

I went downtown, saw Katie in the nude
on Common Avenue, detracted soltitude
as it were, like a dream-state rosely hued,
like no one else could see her; DAMN! I phewed;

was reciprokelly then, thank heaven, viewed,
bestowed unique hard-on! but NOT eschewed,
contrair-ee-lee, she took a somewhat rude
'n readidy attude of Sex Prelude; it BREWED!

And for a start, i hiccuped "Hi!", imbued
with Moooood! She toodledooed: "How queued
your awe-full specie-ally-tee, Sir Lewd,
to prove (alas!), to have me finely screwed,

and hopef'lly afterwards beloved, wooed,
alive, huh? Don't you even DO it, Duu-uuude!"

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Casualidad sopla la sangre
de alguno señor desconocido
durante los pocos restantes
momentos del resplandor de faroles

que se vislumbran tras el follaje
flameando de las obsesiónes
igual efimero como gotas
del cinzano de la soledad –

En aquel tiempo me levanta
dentro uno incidente avejentado
que en seguida palidece
al camouflaje de abstraccion;

chica, nadie conoce que tus grisos
ojos significan aún; con todo
el sueño que hube evacuado
tu escudriñas nuevamente.

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Consider Sex and time, procreation, reincarnation. Trigonometry! I envisage the time axis as the repetitive tangens function. Do you see what I mean? What can be tentatively derived from this notion? Clue: orgasm AND birth pangs at tan 0.

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