May 2013
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February 2013
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January 2013
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December 2012
1 post
November 2012
6 posts
October 2012
5 posts
16 International Idioms That Describe Heavy Rain →
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1. Argentina: “It’s raining dung head-first.” In Spanish: Esta lloviendo caen soretes de punta. 2. China Hong Kong: “Dog poo is falling.” In Cantonese: 落狗屎 3. Denmark: “It’s raining cobbler boys,” or “raining shoemakers’ apprentices.” In Danish: Det regner skomagerdrenge. 4. France: “It’s raining like a pissing cow.” In French: Il pleut comme vache qui pisse. 5. Faroe Islands: “It’s...
September 2012
6 posts
July 2012
4 posts
BBQ dinner
pineapple-ginger sweet chili Ribs
Atlanta sweet and spicy ribs
Family Recipe potato salad
Apple sauteed Kohlrabi Leaves
Strawberries Balsamic
Triple Sec Berries
Greek style Lemon Yoghourt
Watermelon mint cocktail
June 2012
3 posts
Watchdiscoverynews:
Ann Richards’ Texas
This film looks pretty monumental.
Can’t wait.
February 2012
1 post
January 2012
1 post
I just won my first fucking punk debate
October 2011
1 post
March 2011
3 posts
Dear Job,
I have spent more time today assigning ratings to the songs on my iTunes then my job search.
However… I am going to read a french novel and watch a french film, as a means of getting my french fluency flowing again. Maybe I can find a bilingual job, or relocate to QC
I want nothing
so much nothing
I have chanced a lot
and I have lost a lot
but it has always been worth it
February 2011
1 post
I feel so lonely,
I just want to have someone here to go to sleep with,
wake up late, and just happily lie in bed.
July 2010
1 post
March 2010
2 posts
Listen
February 2010
5 posts
boy morose
Take my picture, I want to see what you see.
Take my picture, I want to pose for you.
Take my picture, I want to see that I still exist.
Have you ever wondered how much I love you?
I’m dying, and I can’t tell you for fear I’d lose you.
Desire Love Dance
January 2010
2 posts
I felt hate. And I felt fine.
I don’t know if you know How damaged I am.
Like a Hiroshima Shadow, a memory of what I could have been.
July 2009
1 post
I was once given a career’s questionaire in high school,
and the top suggestion it gave to me was midwife.
The weirdest part of it all, is that I’ve suddenly come to realise that I would love to.
June 2009
2 posts
Sing Softly to me, Let me hear your voice crack, Speak through clenched teeth, slur, now whisper, now Scream. Let your body shake, let your lungs break, let your chest burst open for all to see. The Blood and Guts, The Pain and Love, All those bottled up feelings. All the moments lost. Break Down, Crumble, Now Stand Tall.
Love can be likened to being kept in silk bonds,
the soft touch, sexy and sensual,
the pain, playful and passionate.
When close, the Cloth brings comfort,
Apart, It constrains.
I feel its Grip,
It tightens, And I begin to wonder wether it will be Body or Bond That Breaks
October 2008
4 posts
The boy sits clothed on an old wooden chair, typewriter before him, window casting light both on the table, and on the bed beside him. a bed on the floor, half made, with the fine form of a woman, clothed in nothing but boy-cut underwear and a camisole. He’s writing words, he’s not sure he’ll ever give to her. A thank you letter, a love letter It’s a photo in black and...
