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nirix5Windows are for cheaters,
chimneys for the poor
Closets are for hangers,
winners use the door-
-so use it, Rosie, that's what it's there for.
I can make perfect cake.
But ask for cupcakes at your peril.
It nearly cancels my fear of death, my dearest said,
When I think of cremation. To rot in the earth
Is a loathsome end, but to roar up in flame- besides, I
Am used to it,
I have flamed with love or fury so often in my life,
No wonder my body is tired, no wonder it is dying.
We had great joy of my body. Scatter the ashes.
"Cremation" Robinson Jeffers
Me?
I was born in New York City. On my mother’s side I’m descended from rich Europeans, pirates, and witches. On my father’s side you can find a Vice President of the United States and a Bishop of Dublin. Which means that my whole family’s illegitimate. Between my parents and my Uncle Phil (who knows everybody) I can beat anyone at Six Degrees of Separation. I’ve lived on both coasts and in the middle of a desert where the lawns were incredibly green. I worked in a chocolate factory in New Jersey with a bunch of Ecuadorians- the only Spanish I picked up was “How are you?” and “Asshole.” I like to have adventures. Motorcycles turn me on. So does Angry!Legolas.
Currently, I'm a Criminal Justice major at Occ-On-The-Rock in Sadexcuse, New York. I am not a Criminal Justice major because I watch too much CSI. I am a Criminal Justice major because I want to be a kung-fu fighting, witty, sarcastic, sometimes uber-bitch CSI princess nun, just like my hero.
If investigation falls through, there's always Plan B. Because some people were just meant to swim around all day in fishtails.
If becoming a mermaid falls through, there's Plan C. Incidentally, this is where my journal title comes from. Sonora Webster rocks my world (and my great-grandfather's... he used to go watch her dive.) And if PETA has a problem with my running a horse off a forty foot tower-- well, they can just talk to the business end of one of my arrows.
I take pictures at wakes.
I have Mary Sue eyes; other than that I’m pretty plain looking.
I sing opera and jazz and collect notebooks that in turn collect dust. I start stories and don’t finish them. It’s best that way. I’ve been in search of the perfect poem for about two years now. I hate talking on the phone, but I like to ice skate backwards. I collect tiaras, and wear them whenever I get the chance.
I listen to anything other than country, the one exception being “Goodbye Earl.” Which is fun to sing at karaoke.
There are always grandiose plans. Sometimes they work. Sometimes they don’t. In the end the only thing that matters is… well, something. Something profound.
Check out StarsAndTrucks, my writing archive.
~~~~~~~
I think I'm going to change this up a bit. God knows it's been long enough.
chimneys for the poor
Closets are for hangers,
winners use the door-
-so use it, Rosie, that's what it's there for.
I can make perfect cake.
But ask for cupcakes at your peril.
It nearly cancels my fear of death, my dearest said,
When I think of cremation. To rot in the earth
Is a loathsome end, but to roar up in flame- besides, I
Am used to it,
I have flamed with love or fury so often in my life,
No wonder my body is tired, no wonder it is dying.
We had great joy of my body. Scatter the ashes.
"Cremation" Robinson Jeffers
Me?
I was born in New York City. On my mother’s side I’m descended from rich Europeans, pirates, and witches. On my father’s side you can find a Vice President of the United States and a Bishop of Dublin. Which means that my whole family’s illegitimate. Between my parents and my Uncle Phil (who knows everybody) I can beat anyone at Six Degrees of Separation. I’ve lived on both coasts and in the middle of a desert where the lawns were incredibly green. I worked in a chocolate factory in New Jersey with a bunch of Ecuadorians- the only Spanish I picked up was “How are you?” and “Asshole.” I like to have adventures. Motorcycles turn me on. So does Angry!Legolas.
Currently, I'm a Criminal Justice major at Occ-On-The-Rock in Sadexcuse, New York. I am not a Criminal Justice major because I watch too much CSI. I am a Criminal Justice major because I want to be a kung-fu fighting, witty, sarcastic, sometimes uber-bitch CSI princess nun, just like my hero.
If investigation falls through, there's always Plan B. Because some people were just meant to swim around all day in fishtails.
If becoming a mermaid falls through, there's Plan C. Incidentally, this is where my journal title comes from. Sonora Webster rocks my world (and my great-grandfather's... he used to go watch her dive.) And if PETA has a problem with my running a horse off a forty foot tower-- well, they can just talk to the business end of one of my arrows.
I take pictures at wakes.
I have Mary Sue eyes; other than that I’m pretty plain looking.
I sing opera and jazz and collect notebooks that in turn collect dust. I start stories and don’t finish them. It’s best that way. I’ve been in search of the perfect poem for about two years now. I hate talking on the phone, but I like to ice skate backwards. I collect tiaras, and wear them whenever I get the chance.
I listen to anything other than country, the one exception being “Goodbye Earl.” Which is fun to sing at karaoke.
There are always grandiose plans. Sometimes they work. Sometimes they don’t. In the end the only thing that matters is… well, something. Something profound.
Check out StarsAndTrucks, my writing archive.
~~~~~~~
I think I'm going to change this up a bit. God knows it's been long enough.
