kissing a moose


We are hoarders, out class.
We like to think each volume is a spiderplant, or a begonia,
its greenery inside turning out, hanging gardens -
our bookshelves become our Babylon, -
making the whole room seem alive with growth and wisdom.
Books were never pearls, were never perfect.
We finger the spines occasionally in passing, stroke the dust off,
wonder why they have spines at all.
To lean like pretty girls inside their cases,
to hide inside their musty sleeves.

: Don't die, my pretties. Dynamite Money, I love you.
kissing a moose

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Weinberg et al. (1994) found that one half of "homosexual" women--compared to one third of "homosexual" men--described their feelings as not exclusively homosexual. I also found that two thirds of self-identified lesbian women reported that 5% to 50% of their feelings of sexual attraction were toward men (Rust, 1992).
When boys get slim and girls forget about breasts and even pirates wear eyeliner, the division's bluured. Put on your own self-identified ivy-crown and marry yourself, make love to yourself staring fish-eyed at a mirror. Bonk and tickle and slap and fuck and shag cunt. Love is in a coffee-cup. Love is in the novel adapted too far from the original text to be true, and symbolism weaves into our own mythology so tight to tear them apart would be to rip us.
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    Elephant Man
kissing a moose


"Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
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    bob Dylan
kissing a moose

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A finger up to everyone mocking the suburbs. This is where I watch the rain dripping through the sun while I learn, inside the warm house.
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    jeff buckely ::grace