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[30 Nov 2009|09:54pm] |
You were the promise at dawn,
I was the morning after.
You were Jesus Christ my Lord,
I was the money lender.
You were the sensitive woman,
I was the very reverend Freud.
You were the manual orgasm,
I was the dirty little boy.
And is this what you wanted
to live in a house that is haunted
by the ghost of you and me?
Is this what you wanted ...
You were Marlon Brando,
I was Steve McQueen.
You were K.Y. Jelly,
I was Vaseline.
You were the father of modern medicine,
I was Mr. Clean.
You where the whore and the beast of Babylon,
I was Rin Tin Tin.
And is this what you wanted ...
And is this what you wanted ...
You got old and wrinkled,
I stayed seventeen.
You lusted after so many,
I lay here with one.
You defied your solitude,
I came through alone.
You said you could never love me,
I undid your gown.
-leonard cohen "is this what you wanted"
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[19 Nov 2009|03:29pm] |
I am working hard on my story and it is improving and that's a very satisfying feeling. Hemingway says that talking about your work is masturbation and a jinx but how does that apply in the age of the internet? Can I still type this? Ack.
Anyway I would like to thank my livejournal for being a place where I could write beginning scraps and ideas for so many comforting years. And now one or some of those old thoughts and feelings are being revisited and manipulated. This was a fabulous sounding board.
This is where the dum thoughts go now:
well, that's the one that goes in my boot and comes along for the ride.
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[12 Oct 2009|03:56pm] |
I would have had her cremated
or a viking procession-
set ablaze and sent off to sea!
But she wanted decomposition
the grand cycle
the great return.
She always harbored a selfish predilection
for being eaten.
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[12 Oct 2009|03:17pm] |
1. love too much
2. there is no such thing
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[12 Oct 2009|02:54pm] |
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you know, i think capn dan really is a musical genius.
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