|
[31 Mar 2008|10:24am] |
more in my journal,
ps; i love new friends ♥
|
|
|
[22 Jun 2007|08:47pm] |
|
|
|
[07 Aug 2006|09:28pm] |
i decorate our house in my mind
our small bed, with the tattered but soft quilt
your black sheets on
the peach and blue flowered mattress
next to it on the red bedside table:
my small mary mary quite contrary lamp
your dostoyevsky and my sylvia plath
a pack of cigarettes and a few inky pens
a woven rag carpet
your silly dress shoes and my flats
below my sheath and your jacket
the lace curtain hides the ugly life
outside the window
and the birds as well
but we can hear them in the morninig
calling calling
perhaps a bag of bird seed
to feed them from our palms
sits on the window sill
a few seeds scattered on the floor
the breakfast table covered with remnants
a crumb of toast and a juice cup
a smear of jam left on a knife
near by our little green tea set
and a tin of leaves
on the door a small white blessing
made of "pure cotton rag" paper
small black holes
to complete our happiness
oh, this could never be.
i miss you, i do i do.
|
|
|
[11 Jun 2006|08:10pm] |
I would think that this, as it is without art, to be not allowed.
However, take this as an opportunity to indulge in your creativity:
Any party decorating ideas?
|
|
|
[06 May 2006|03:38pm] |
|
|
|
[06 May 2006|01:05am] |
|
|
|
[12 Apr 2006|08:59pm] |
Bow down to your master, who rides above
The swirling masses of rebuked mankind.
Hold him high, while he like raged warrior
Stabs the mangeld corpse of humanity.
Blood, like love, makes great our own legacy
From which children's children find great, and hold
Our own unnatural crimes in high esteem.
Bring forth the warring passion of glory!
Come brawling love, which doth tear our own heart
From that which in oldertimes made it gay,
Feel the power and glory of action
That turns whispers of the world into cries.
Reach out! and bow to that which you worship.
He, consuming all, leaves no war sword clean.
based on the Iliad and Prufrock melded.
|
|
|
[05 Apr 2006|01:23am] |
If you came with a warning label, what would it be?
I wanna hear it.
I'm making a musical project called "WARNING" exploring this very question, using audio samples of you beautiful people telling me what yourwarning lable is.
So make recording (WAV, MP3, etc), don't be shy. Prove that Windows Sound Recorder is not totally useless!
Link submission here or email them warning@gorginzola.com.
|
|
|
[31 Mar 2006|06:18pm] |
|
|
