Thursday Evening Poetry-
Well, my fanciful gents and ladies, ol' Pribski's gonna be off taking ye olde GRE tomorrow morning, so no Friday Morning Poetry. Due to the general sense of doom that is laid across my shoulders (I don't wanna hear any bitches talk about how easy it is) and also due the the fact that tomorrow begins the bewitching month, I thought I'd have a special fright night Thursday evening poetry. Enjoy. And wish me luck.
The Fearsome
Time plays upon my vertebrae
And brains
Refrains
Of danse macabre
Like xylophones
Alone
In halls of stone
Fell drums thrum, beat and throb.
I turn and seek to glimpse his mask,
So pale
I quail
Think not to ask
If his lined face
Bodes ill,
Or fair--a thrill
Of doom! Please lend me grace.
He smiles, laughs crackling, paper thin.
Dry rasp
And grasp
Bare bone to wrist.
He's clutching tight--
And cold,
So musty, old,
Pervades my soul with blight.
My screaming sorrow, wept away,
His dance
Perchance
A sight to see.
A joy to him
Is fear
Now dance so near
With him--my vision dims.
The dark smells like a burning leaf
My sins,
His grins,
I see his teeth.
His gasping breath
Is hoarse
And wretching, forced
Through lips alight in death.
Have nice Fridays!
hey, is it me or is "get low" the greatest song ever written? I know its been out for over a year, but I just saw the video for it again and proceeded to go into a trance-like state.
"To the window/To da wall /Till the sweat drip down my balls/Till all these bitches crawll/Till all skeet skeet motherfucker all skeet skeet goddamn/To all skeet skeet motherfucker all skeet skeet goddamn/
truer words have never been written. lil' jon is the south.
oh well, australian football is coming on, so i gotta go.
Labels: music
The Return of Friday Morning (or afternoon) Poetry!
rejoice, ye masses! Or else sing out your lament.
Dinner
"A hearty helping, Danny dear?"
"Oh no, I fear I'm full.
For whilst you cooked that joyous meal,
I feasted on this skull!
A fool, you say? It was quite dumb.
But it was pearly white!
And shimmered so seductively
To whet my appetite!
"I couldn't help but eat the skull--
Deliciousness assured...
But now I find I was quite wrong-
That bone tasted of turd!
But now I don't know what to do!
For still my belt is tight!
Oh woe, lament my day is through
I'll struggle through the night,
With nightmares dark of tasty skulls
A-dancing in my fright.
And laughing taunting 'Skulls you eat!?!'
They'll say, 'That's just not right!'
'What idiot would eat a skull
While dinner's on the stove?
You've hitched up with the Crazy Van
And rode while Madness drove!'
'You let him drive you to the edge
Then feasted on his skull!
He fooled you, made you eat foul bone!
To folly you were lulled!'
'For now when food is heaped on high
And filled with goodness, pure
You cannot even lift a fork!
You fool! You dolt! You cur!'
So no, in shame, I must refuse
This dinner, though it looks
To be quite good, you skillful chef --
I'll eat when next you cook!"
Back with a weirdness. Friday morning Poetry.
for all of you in the barn who care, swish m/f swish is now gainfully employed. i been chillin' with adults with various developmental disabilities, helping them integrate into the 'mainstream' community. so far, every day's been chock full of hilarity, but i gotta say the best story i have to tell (and this is mostly for flynn's benefit since he made a special request) has nothing to do with any of the clients. ahem...
it seems that last sunday sept. 19, one of my coworkers was arrested along with her boyfriend and two of his 'colleagues'. apparently they had all been under investigation by southern indiana police for some time. they were apprehended sunday while trying to fence about $60,000 worth of stolen goods. three of the stooges were taken into custody without much trouble, but my coworker's boyfriend made a 'run' for it. he jumped off the roof of their apartment building and broke his back. d'oh. anyway, on monday she was being held without bond awaiting her arraignment. with her one phone call, i guess she called her momma who then called work to let us know that shireen wasn't feeling well. of course, we bought it until my boss read the newspaper. we all had a good laugh, rearranged the schedule to fill in the now empty spaces previously occupied by ms. shireen, and went home. tuesday morning, now arraigned and prowling the streets, shireen called us to say she'd be missing another day because she needed to 'renew her driver's license.' again, laughs were had by all. that's all for now. i might have an update within the next week. james, i hope that suits your fancy.
and you thought andrew martin was a genius. check
this out...
"here we are in wartime, yeah. gettin' ready for the war."
you might find a couple doozies missing from the state department's
list of countries where al-qaeda is known to have operated-- namely the 'axis of evil'. this page was put up shortly after 9-11.
now, granted i haven't lived in a 'western' country in a while....but please tell me that these guys represent most teenagers today.
or tell me that they are some crazy anomaly i won't have to worry about beating up when and if i do go back to north america...
hey, big surprise here:
U.S. weapons inspector: Iraq had no MWD
so what i'm wondering here, with all honesty, is why isn't there any move for censure or even impeachment. because this fucker gets away with everything, when, in all likelyhood, he should and will go down as one of the worst presidents we've ever had.
it makes my fucking blood boil, friends. i'm sitting here shaking.
Labels: iraq
some questions:
1: has anyone seen the movie "Candyman"?
2: If yes, would anyone like to participate in a discussion surrounding its meaning?
3: why does the candyman, who was killed in the 1890's, clearly wear clothes from the 1970's, when the movie takes place in 90's?
4: Virginia Madsen: nice rack, yes or no?
"it was alway you helen"
Labels: film
first might I say- awww...kitty
secondly, so I'm moving to Chicago in a few short weeks. I'm gonna crash on Megan's couch until I get stuff figured out- ya know, a job, a place. If anyone happens to know of sweet places to live or cool jobs I should take, drop me a line. I'm excited to get back out of Ohio, though I will miss the 1,000 birds that have made a home in the trees outside our house, coating our lawn and deck in feathers and shit.
Anyway, give me downlow!
dear sarge collins,
as you await your cruel, watery grave at the steely hands of ivan, remember that this is punishment from beyond for foresaking the glorious north. don't fear the reaper.
also:
if you thought, like i did/do, that the hummer h2 was a piece of shit (thanks, arnold!), well...click on the image:
just for a lark i decided to visit wakefirerecords.com and see what gary's been up to (i had "prime time playaz" in my head, and couldn't stop thinking about how "we're all molecules...wow.") i typed in the URL, but it didn't work. i did a google search for wake fire records and mission man, and nothing showed up.
is wake fire records defunct? did gary hang up his hat? does it have anything to do with the uptown sax guy moving away, or gary's defeat in the "battle for pj's" this spring, or liz holland hitching up with steve "rumpdog" norman?
first 12rods, now this. gentlemen, i ask you: what's next? is andrian martin going to stop rocking townie jam night? it would be a sad day, indeed...
Labels: mission man
hey
whatever happened to the norwegian nightmare christian bakke??
This one is for Dan. And all the people out there who love "librarian porn."
Librarians in Pornography
" Librarians are always concerned about their image, and much attention has been paid to that image in novels, television programs, and advertising. However, there has been little attention paid to that image in pornography. I presented a paper on this topic at the 1990 Conference of the Popular Culture Association / American Culture Association in Toronto."
Ahh the internet.
Private Sean O'Reilly eased back from the
embankment and fixed the officer with a guardedly wry
look....
