| Deer Tracks | Richard Brautigan |
[24 Dec 2009|08:25pm] |
Beautiful, sobbing high-geared fucking and then to lie silently like deer tracks in the freshly-fallen snow beside the one you love. That’s all.
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| sparkly tree time |
[24 Dec 2009|08:24pm] |
 winter time kitty.
( tree & sweater day & wine drinking )
it's hard to believe that christmas is tomorrow. when i was younger i remember how long it seemed to take for this day to come every year. now it's just..here! i don't even think about it. the "joys" of growing up. my presents are wrapped and ready to be opened. we're planning on presents at 8am, mimosas! then brunch at my uncle's house.
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| Long Distance Every Sign | Steven Heighton |
[24 Dec 2009|01:46pm] |
Long distance every sign — another poem the road gave you. Another song the aerial sucked out of sound waves into the car far gone on the freeway filed to sand behind your tires or the forest trail growing in behind you or the paddles' footprints, fading in a bay at dawn, as ice knits closed after your stern and keeps pace —
At the wheel could you feel above you the sun's wheel turn and shuttle you into dark, and home — and see the dashboard's green galaxies at dusk evolving, burning and by dawn burnt down (I want to wake at the wheel still driving somehow changed, want you there beside me as the road unwires like a heartline, lilting and we near another elsewhere want you there at the wheel, at the wheel I still believe for as long as it turns I can clutch the sun I can steer and brake time to a hold — )
These times I still believe in every poem the road gave me though at daybreak they shrink away like a distance every sign, and the road that seemed by night a bare arm unbroached by any watch and reaching ah, into dawn, emerges
Mondayed — bone-beige — manacled with quartz — a scar in the suburbs
of a clock-skulled place.
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| The Snow Is Deep on the Ground | Kenneth Patchen |
[24 Dec 2009|03:35pm] |
The snow is deep on the ground. Always the light falls Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.
This is a good world. The war has failed. God shall not forget us. Who made the snow waits where love is.
Only a few go mad. The sky moves in its whiteness Like the withered hand of an old king. God shall not forget us. Who made the sky knows of our love.
The snow is beautiful on the ground. And always the lights of heaven glow Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.
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| Christmas commissions |
[24 Dec 2009|07:10pm] |
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| jewelry stands and wall mounts |
[23 Dec 2009|07:12pm] |
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I was wondering what your favorite jewelry stands or wall mounts are, and where from! I'm trying to decide if I should buy one or make one.
related to that, if I were to make one, I want to use this mirror that I have in my room. the frame's made of wood that I want to paint white, what kind of paint would I use for that? if I bought chicken wire or something similar, could I just staplegun it to the back of the frame or would I need to do something different? and a picture, so you can see what I'm working with!
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| Kitchenette Building - Gwen Brooks |
[24 Dec 2009|01:35pm] |
We are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan, Grayed in, and gray. “Dream” makes a giddy sound, not strong Like “rent,” “feeding a wife,” “satisfying a man.”
But could a dream send up through onion fumes Its white and violet, fight with fried potatoes And yesterday’s garbage ripening in the hall, Flutter, or sing an aria down these rooms
Even if we were willing to let it in, Had time to warm it, keep it very clean, Anticipate a message, let it begin?
We wonder. But not well! not for a minute! Since Number Five is out of the bathroom now, We think of lukewarm water, hope to get in it.
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| Show Us Some...Tacky Christmas |
[23 Dec 2009|08:13pm] |
My mother asked me earlier today if we were having our usual Friday post. When I told her no, she suggested having a 'Tacky Christmas' thread. I'll get it started early.

Let's make her happy, shall we? Pictures can come from anywhere do not need to be your own, of course.
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| Mod Entry |
[23 Dec 2009|05:56pm] |
Hey Everybody I just wanted to wish a nice Christmas time to those who will celebrate it. I hope you will have a wonderful day. A great winter time to the rest of us :)
Thanks for making this community such an interesting place to be, thanks for all your support and suggestions, I appreciate that.
Merry Christmas. =)
Your Mod, Carmen
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| Holidays. |
[23 Dec 2009|11:07am] |

Whichever one you're into, enjoy it.

Besides my Mom briefly straying from God's path in the mid-80's, being seduced, like many religious people, by Lee Major's stuntwork, and renouncing our faith and joining a FALL GUY cult, my family has always worshiped the elders from the SHAZAM TV show. While I went through that normal teenage period of discovering eastern religion (KUNG FU: THE LEGEND CONTNUES, MAGNUM PI), and questioning the logic of the faith of the people around me (how can a TV show get canceled for my sins? Will the second coming, a Hollywood remake, ever really happen?), I had an intense experience that brought me back to Shazamity. I was painting a huge mural of The Commodores on my living room wall, indulging in my old, bad habits of being naked and squinting, and loving Lionel Richie's hair, and as I finished my artwork, I took a step back and realized I had accidentally painted the elders. I fell to my knees, all doubt being lifted from my soul. The sound of the smooth jazz I used to listen to when I strayed, became a choir of angels. I felt the doubt being torn from my mind by the invisible hand of Jackson Bostwick. 'They don't move their mouths because they don't have to, not because of budgetary constrictions ', I thought. And since then my life has been fulfilling in that way that only telling the same story over and over again, and acting righteous about everything can make it.
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| Bed frame help |
[23 Dec 2009|08:54am] |
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All the furniture in my room is white except for my bedframe which is a cherry wood type thing. It drives me insane. I really wanted the Aneboda frame from IKEA but of course they don't ship and there are no IKEA's around here. Has anyone seen something similar for around the same price (under $150) that will ship (I'm in the US)? My bed is a full if that helps. I already checked Ebay and Craigslit to no avail. :(
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| Alena's Bedroom |
[22 Dec 2009|04:12pm] |
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My name is Alena. I am living in Atlanta, Georgia with my parents. This is my bedroom:
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| My new (first) home |
[22 Dec 2009|02:05pm] |
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I am a teacher in Yakima, Washington. Yakima is about two and a half hours southeast of Seattle, across the Cascade Mountain Range. I hope you enjoy my 1925 stucco bungalow. ( More )
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