Meddy Christmasu!
Christmas SpiritedMerry Christmas one and all, old and young, Jew and Gentile, idiot and retard. I hope you're all having a great day, I know I am.
But there's still more caroling to do, so I'm off with my non-subscribed self!Ta!
Yaa!
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Sonnet: I never know exactly..I never know exactly what to say When hate and blow bring tears to your soft eyes; My throat constricts, my heart knows not the way To send its easeful words to still your cries. I’m like a soldier with a blunted blade, I’m like a doctor lost to proper cure, I long to see, while trapped within this shade, That smile return upon your face so pure. But this is hope: that smile defies the scars. It calms my brow and fills my sense with joy. That smile I would not trade for all the stars, Or all the gems that Heaven may employ. So let this song,Sonnet: I never know exactly..
by ~Yaanon
Bawk: A Tragicomedy.Bawk: A Tragicomedy
[Enter a CHICKEN from stage right, walking slowly along the city streets, its head hung low.]
CHICKEN: [Sadly]. Bawk bawk… [The CHICKEN stops at center stage, lifting his head and looking around, raising its wings slightly.]
[Pleadingly]. Bawk? Bawk bawk bawk?
[A WOMAN walks out from the left, past the CHICKEN.]
[Approaching the WOMAN]. Bawk bawk?
WOMAN: [Squawkingly]. Get away from me, you filthy
by ~Yaanon
The MountainsThe mountains looked like a woman that evening, sleek, slender in the dying sun. There she lay where the mountain range once stood: her gentle head rested comfortably on a pillow; her hair tossed in curls wherever they fall; her small, soft breasts exposed, waiting for the touch of twilight; her round, plump stomach carrying the child of the earth, a child waiting to be released from those wave-like legs that stretch on down the road for miles. I almost thought I heard her speak then, when all was quiet. I don’t know what she said or if she said anything at all, but if she did, I’m sure it was for me.The Mountains
by ~Yaanon
What Took You So Long?We drove along the 94, my father and I, driving 50 miles an hour even though the sign said we could go 60. We drove in silence, not saying a word to each other since we entered the car. It was the late afternoon but the sun shone as if to say no, it will be day, at least for a little while longer. The sky was almost entirely cloudless, except for one giant of a shape: rolls upon rolls of fluffy white making an almost wave-like image in the ocean of the heavens. My father saw this wave as soon as I did, but he decided to speak. You see that cloud there, he asked. I nodded, not feeling much for talking. Back in the islands you can see those kinWhat Took You So Long?
by ~Yaanon
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Ode to PoesyO love, O art, -- Where is Poesy? So cunning and so sweet, That should she someday come to me In rhyme and metric feet, Would she, I often wonder, sink from sight; Or would she move my merry hand to write?Ode to Poesy
She has called upon me before, And I, the same of her. Yet still I wish to hold her more, And pray, be blessed further. For I have known the taste of her sweet kiss; That dulcet opiate of ageless bliss.
She has sang of the dusk and dawn,
by ~Aluscardum
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- Current Residence: In Xanadu did Kubla Khan...
- Interests: Writing, reading, loving, things that make a human life worth living, ya know?
- Favourite movie: Harold and Maude, Le Testament d'Orphée, American Beauty, Pulp Fiction, The Libertine, Grease...
- Favourite band or musician: Leonard Cohen, Tom Waits, The Shins, Rufus Wainwright, Beethoven, Bach, Mendelssohn, Tchaikovsky...
- Favourite genre of music: J-Rock/Pop, Classical, 80s, Folk/Rock, anything that sounds good, really.
- Favourite artist: Doré, Fuseli, Dalí, Cocteau, Blake, Monet, Rembrandt, Turner, Amano...
- Favourite poet or writer: The Romantics, Baudelaire, Shakespeare, Dumas, Poe, Lovecraft, Milton, the Earl of Rochester, Issa
- Favourite photographer: John Kingsnorth. :D
- Favourite style of art: Romantic, Impressionist, Surrealist, Symbolist paintings or other art that looks yummy-riffic.
- Operating System: Windows.
- MP3 player of choice: Toshiba 10 Gig "Gigabeat," named "Beatrice"
- Wallpaper of choice: The kind that tastes good.
- Favourite game: Twisted Metal, amagad.
- Favourite gaming platform: Playstation 2.
- Favourite cartoon character: GIR, Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo, Don Pachi, Monte Kurisuto-Hakushaku
- Personal Quote: Hugbees, Iä, Indeed, Inbeef'd, Inbeeféd.
- Tools of the Trade: Keyboard, pencil, notebook, a bottle of cyanide pills and instructions on how to kill myself.
- AIM: yaanonhobohunter
- MSN: Yaanon@hotmail.com
- Yahoo: evilkarasin
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