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Tales of imagined or real girl-hood happiness

Imagined or real--it's my life...

28 July 1989
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----- * Awesome Spanish Phrases * -----

*Brilla brilla estrella pequeña/Twinkle twinkle little star

*Separación entre la iglesia y el estado/Separation between church and state

*Todos los puntos en el mundo/All the points in the world

?/El LiveJournal?/ Damn, my Spanish 3-4 skills rock!

----- * Mis poemas favoritas * -----

the perks of being a wallflower (Pg. 70-73)

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Chops”
because that was the name of his dog
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X’s
and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Autumn”
because that was the name of the season
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and he asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go to see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Innocence: A Question”
because that was the question about his girl
And that’s what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle’s Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
His father snoring soundly

That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
Because that’s what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn’t think
he could reach the kitchen.
--Stephen Chbosky


Letter to an Aspiring Junkie

Let me hip you to the streets,
Ain't nothing happening.
Maybe some tomorrows gone up in smoke,
raggedy preachers, telling a joke
to lonely, son-less old ladies' maids.

Nothing happening,
Nothing shakin', Jim.
A slough of young cats riding that
cold, white horse,
a grey old monkey on their back, of course
does rodeo tricks.

No haps, man.
No haps.
A worn-out pimp, with a space-age conk,
setting up some fool for a game of tonk,
or poker or
get'em dead and alive.

The streets?
Climb into the streets man, like you climb
into the ass end of a lion.
Then it's fine.
It's a bug-a-loo and a shing-a-ling,
African dreams on a buck-and-a-wing and a
That's the streets man,
Nothing happening.
--Maya Angelou

y OtRoS......



We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.
--Gwendolyn Brooks

y OtRoS......

This Is Just To Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
--Dr. William Carlos Williams

y OtRoS......

this is the garden: colours come and go,

this is the garden:colours come and go,
frail azures fluttering from night's outer wing
strong silent greens serenely lingering,
absolute lights like baths of golden snow.
This is the garden:pursed lips do blow
upon cool flutes within wide glooms,and sing
(of harps celestial to the quivering string)
invisible faces hauntingly and slow.

This is the garden. Time shall surely reap
and on Death's blade lie many a flower curled,
in other lands where other songs be sung;
yet stand They here enraptured, as among
The slow deep trees perpetual of sleep
some silver-fingered fountain steals the world.
--e.e. cummings

---- * Escrituras Famosas * ----

Marrying Absurd

I sat next to one such wedding party in a Strip
restaurant last time I was in Las Vegas.
The marriage had just taken place;
the bride still wore her dress, the mother her corsage.
A bored waiter poured out a few swallows of
pink champagne ("on the house") for everyone but the bride,
who was too young to be served.
"You'll need something with more
kick than that," the bride's father
said with heavy jocularity to his new
son-in-law; the ritual jokes about the
wedding night had a certain Panglossian
character, since the bride was clearly
several months pregnant. Another round of pink
champagne, this time not on the house,
and the bride began to cry,
"It was just as nice," she sobbed,
"as I hoped and dreamed it would be."
--Joan Didion

Fahrenheit 451

"Well," she said, "I'm seventeen and I'm crazy.
My uncle says the two always go together.
When people ask your age, he said,
always say seventeen and insane.
Isn't this a nice time of night to walk?
I like to smell things and look at things,
and sometimes stay up all night, walking,
and watch the sun rise."
--Ray Bradbury

Romeo & Juliet

Help me into some house, Benvolio,
Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses!
They have made worms' meat of me: I have it,
And soundly too: your houses!
--William Shakespeare

Psalms 23

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
he leadeth me beside the still waters. He
restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths
of righteousness for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the
shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with
me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of
mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil;
my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy
shall follow me all the days of my life: and
I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
--The Holy Bible


Proud follower of Jesus Christ.

---- * Cotizaciones* -----

*"At the end of eight years, after learning how to write Latin poetry, play the clavichord, talk about falconry with gentlemen and apologetics with archbishops, discuss affairs of state with foreign rulers and affairs of God with the Pope, she returned to her parents' home to weave funeral wreaths."

*"The warm grip of the squid's mouth enveloped me like a mother's womb."

*Math (in Ebonics): Der be 3 ho's and I cap 2 o'dem, how many ho's be left? (1 ho)
--William (Billy) Lee-Wagner

*::Bobby Hill would like to say, "Yo Cherice, you stone-cold-fox, what up?"::

*cirquedreamer: Fo shizzle ka pizzle w/ a little dizzle in da nizzle and a quizzle in da yizzle with a hizzle down with da mizzle? fo shizzle? izzle kapizzle? rizzle da tizzle ka uizzle rizzle mizzle wizzle?
--Laure Y.

*And remember, God is watching you!
--Monica Manughian [Ayla's Mom]

*"God is ♥ " & "Family is ♥ " & "Friendship is ♥" & "♪ is ♥"

I rejoice | in the happiness | only He brings

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