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Archive for June, 2001

 
|| June 28, 2001 || 1:41 pm || Comments (0) ||

Like me, has too many posts on the main page. But there is quality hand-in-hand with the quantity over there, so it’s perfectly fine.

 
|| June 28, 2001 || 1:34 pm || Comments (0) ||

Few methods of expression are as powerful as the language of rage. When artfully used, it can be a true indicator of heightened emotion. In this sense, rage means not only violent anger but extreme intensity as well. Therefore, many different emotions can reveal themselves in the guise of rage.”

 
|| June 28, 2001 || 12:35 am || Comments (0) ||

You really should go and read this post by Justin, if you never-ever-ever read anything else of his. That would be fairly stupid of you (to not ever-ever-EVER read anything that he wrote again), but who am I anyway, the fucking Stupidity Police? I think not. If it were so, most of the planet would be serving life sentences.

Just humor me, as usual, and go read it, sporto.

 
|| June 27, 2001 || 11:57 pm || Comments (0) ||

HEY, while I am thinking about it, if anyone can get their grubby little paws on a Jack Off Jill ‘Clear Hearts Grey Flowers’ poster, please contact me. I will be more than happy (of COURSE) to pay, within reason. PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!!

 
|| June 27, 2001 || 11:23 pm || Comments (0) ||

we’ve got the afternoon / you’ve got this room for two / one thing I’ve left to do / discover me discovering you

one mile to every inch of / your skin like porcelain / one pair of candy lips / and your bubblegum tongue

cause if you want love / we’ll make it / swim in a deep sea / of blankets / take all your big plans / and break ‘em / this is bound to be awhile

your body is a wonderland / your body is a wonder I’ll use my hands / your body is a wonderland

something about the way the hair falls in your face / I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillow case / you tell me where to go though I might leave to find it / I’ll never let your head hit the bed without my hand behind it

if you want love / we’ll make it / swim in a deep sea / of blankets / take all your big plans / and break ‘em / this is bound to be awhile

Your body is a wonderland / Your body is a wonder I’ll use my hands

damn, baby
you frustrate me / I know you’re mine all mine all mine / but you look so good it hurts sometimes

your body is a wonderland / your body is a wonder I’ll use my hands / your body is a wonderland

// John Mayer, ‘Your Body Is A Wonderland’

I rarely blatantly recommend artists here, but go buy a Mayer album. The song listed above is quite probably one of the most erotically beautiful ballads I have ever known.The line, “I’ll never let your head hit the bed without my hand behind it” slays me every single time I hear it. Thank you and good night, Gracie.

 
|| June 27, 2001 || 11:00 pm || Comments (0) ||

Strangely enough, the title of this blog appeals to me. It reminds me of the party days, rolling out of bed at 1 pee emm and sitting down, all cobwebby-headed, to write while before my brain got all mucked up with the impending day. Those ‘mornings’ consisted of a hazy-soft warm light, me poised in t-shirt and undies in front of a fresh page. All that clean expanse beckoned me and my pen….

It also reminds me of Sunday afternoons, the quiet soulful time as I prepare for the coming week. The house muted, Reg’s Coffee House toodling softly in the background, meandering about the house and my day and my writing as only Sunday afternoons will allow…..

 
|| June 27, 2001 || 10:16 pm || Comments (0) ||

How could I not love CICTP??