I just got finished writing my reviews for both Tarantion and Mulholland Drive. Being the genius I am, I saved neither and had only an incomplete version of my long review of the latter. My computer shut off, all was lost. Now I'm just sighing and saying **** it and move on. I'm far too busy with coursework to re-write those reviews, and the decade will be far too over when I find the time again. Instead I will reveal my top four, with little alternatives for reviews: ...
Soft, Sensual, curves Moonlight dancing over waves, rock, sinking into sand, Waves caressing the shore, Soft tides of pleasure, stroking the oceans very core...
Though I cannot stand to eat mushrooms, ever since I was a kid I have had a certain fascination with wild mushrooms. There was always something about them which would draw me in, and that I took delight in. I loved traipsing around my grandma's backyard looking for mushrooms just to study and observe, and to say the least I never quite grew out of my "mushroom phase." I still have a sort of whimsical attachment to the mushroom, part of this reason is because of my ever ...
The other day I was talking to a friend who told me the story that's in the following poem. I also happen to know that the other things I wrote about her and about me are true. While this poem does express vulnerability, it is not an autobiography as much as it is a meditation upon who I am at the moment, what I think I might want; a perusal of our society's insistence on happily ever after and white weddings,the fragile nature of love, and perhaps, our insistence that we get to write all the lines ...
Updated 03-12-2010 at 01:02 AM by qimissung
Inspired by the song Far Away Boys by Flogging Molly Far Away Boys He remembers a pair of eyes green as the Emerald Isle, her smile, morning sunshine sweet gentle warmth, as they fade away into the dust and dirt, the vast land of endless beige sand and a sun that was not a lover nor a friend. Far away boys Far away boys In a stolen scrap of shade he will ...
Recent Comments
