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[ctba/dropbox] [10 May 2036|01:48pm] Sometimes I think I understand the way things work and then I find out that on Neptune it rains diamonds. On this world you can get out of work early, unclog the drain, hear music. Any of the above should prove the existence of God or at least some kind of beautifying engine but in Germany when they couldn't figure out how to tranquilize the polar bear and he was standing in the park, the cage door broken, they shot him dead. Nine hundred pounds——that's a lot of dead bear. Neptune's pretty close to immortal, as we understand the word, and I wouldn't like to be that planet. But if I had to I would take it, the decades of punishing rain, and the fires on neighboring planets I would watch, thankful I was never touched by them, and that the diamonds were mine. + + + Current Roster Examples: I II III IV V VI 22 clouds check the horizon

[roster] [23 Aug 2035|09:25am] ( sweet kristy of the culvert, the ankle turn, the verb imperfect, and sailors' notebooks. in this metropolis of binoculars and chicken bones, in this city black with chicken-wire alchemists and bloody gutters, she feigns a fever in her red brassiere, her lavender dress lilting across headlights of chrome sedans: skin livid-exquisite with light bulbs and batteries beneath sinister-shouldered men, zombie drunk from fermented peaches and her silk stocking smell. sweet kristy of the corset, born of anne boleyn and a bird collector, born of alum and blindfolds, born to unzip men's breath, their clamorous wrists with an alphabet on her breast, a switchblade pinned to her taffeta thigh. where are you leading with your eyelets and hooks, catching men with clothespins and rain in the perfect sphere of your dance hall mouth. ) 2 clouds check the horizon

[pbs i would like to use, possibly again and/or always, aka the most predictable list ever. WIP] [01 Jan 2035|01:47pm] ( When he finally put his mouth on me—on my shoulder—the world shifted a little on the tilted axis of itself. The minutes since my brother died stopped marching ahead like dumb soldiers and the stars rested. His mouth on my shoulder and then on my throat and the world started up again for me, some machine deep inside it recalibrating, all the little wheels slowly reeling and speeding up, the massive dawn lifting on the other side of the turning world. And when his mouth pressed against my mouth, I opened my mouth and the world’s chord played at once: a large, ordinary music rising from a hand neither one of us could see ) 5 clouds check the horizon

[to-do] [31 Oct 2034|07:20am] ( It was the eloquence of the unsaid thing, the nobility of the deed not performed. They looked sideways into each other's eyes, met casually by intention. It was the significance of an absence, the deprecation of what was there, the failure to prove anything that proved his point. Richness is in the ability of poverty to conceal itself. After the curtains deliberately kept drawn, his phrases were servants moving silently about the great house of his prose letting in sunlight into the empty rooms. ) 2 clouds check the horizon

Adrienne Rich [1929-2012] [28 Mar 2012|10:11pm] Diving Into The Wreck First having read the book of myths, and loaded the camera, and checked the edge of the knife-blade, I put on the body-armor of black rubber the absurd flippers the grave and awkward mask. I am having to do this not like Cousteau with his assiduous team aboard the sun-flooded schooner but here alone. There is a ladder. The ladder is always there hanging innocently close to the side of the schooner. We know what it is for, ( we who have used it. ) Reforming the Crystal I am trying to imagine how it feels to you to want a woman trying to hallucinate desire centered in a cock focused like a burning-glass desire without discrimination: ( to want a woman like a fix ) Final Notations It will not be simple, it will not take long It will take little time, it will take all your thought It will take all your heart, it will take all your breath It will be short, it will not be simple It will touch through your ribs, it will take all your heart It will not take long, it will occupy all your thought As a city is occupied, as a bed is occupied It will take your flesh, it will not be simple You are coming into us who cannot withstand you You are coming into us who never wanted to withstand you You are taking parts of us into places never planned You are going far away with pieces of our lives It will be short, it will take all your breath It will not be simple, it will become your will Rift I have in my head some images of you: your face turned awkwardly from the kiss of greeting the sparkle of your eyes in the dark car, driving your beautiful fingers reaching for a glass of water.                            Also your lip curling at what displeases you, the sign of closure, the fending-off, the clouding-over.                        Politics. you'd say, is an unworthy name for what we're after.                                    What we're after is not that clear to me, if politics ( is an unworthy name )

[15 Mar 2012|11:31am] madara, slam and lilith all disapprove of consensual cannibalism. in case you were wondering. 26 clouds check the horizon

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