hold-on please!!!
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fuck i just deleted it...... so much for timing!
change begins with discontent.
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~Czeslaw Milosz
The candles burned out long ago, Justine.
Other people walk your paths by the Niemen.
While I enter into a union with you, quite amorous.
I could touch the heavy blak tresses
That you, just now, are loosening. I weigh in my palm
Your no doubt abundant breast. I look in the mirror
At your gray eyes and the deep red of your lips.
You are big, strong, broad-shouldered.
Twenty-four, you don't like to be called
Young lady. And your dreams are telling.
No reason to be ashamed in front of me, who comes from an epoch
That will be called shameless. Mrs. Orzeszkowa
Would stop her pen. Your romance with your cousin
Left to our guesses, the flow of blood,
Spots on the linen, passed over in silence.
Yet for me your fleshiness, Justine,
Is important, you have to appear entire
So that your pride and angry integrity
Shine, surprising. Where do they come from?
What dialogues go on between body and soul?
In your land, good and evil were measured by the grave.
Who would remain faithful to it, who would not.
(In other words, a serious corrective
Was introduced into the tangle of motives and desires.)
That novel can't be summarized for foreign readers.
In you they would find only another woman
Proclaiming equality of classes, like George Sand.
And now, Justine, comes old age, a ready chapter
But not to be written by Mrs. Eliza.
You gave birth to sons and daughters, gradchildren grew up.
You rest your hands on a gnarly cane, the mother of a tribe,
The last of your kin and your contemporaries.
In floury snow you see sledges, convoys of sledges.
you hear, feel, that this is how it looks, the end
Of the earthly country. Never again an echo
Of a song sung on the Niemen, the flight of swallows.
Never again fruit harvests in the village orchards.
The bars of cattle cares slam, one after another.
They carry you, by ancient trails, to a land of shadows and murders.
Though you never existed, let us light candles,
Here, in our study, or in our church.
see Ed's church?--he's breathing fire.....
She's a Brick House...
~T.
[TEN CHARACTERS!]
see Ed's church?--he's breathing fire.....
Trinity seems to think she is always right... and who am i to judge...?
she's a wizard of chaos, that one, so who's to tell....?--i know if she gave me just one real chance i would lock my lips there forever.... but right now i'm pretty much starving, so it's off to Order dinner and finish my beerS....
p.s.....i like that screen name J
I'm glad you like my screen name.
i think she probably is right almost all of the time.... but it sucks when her pm-inbox is full and one cannot express the fact.....
see Ed's church?--he's breathing fire.....
im hurt by the wizard of chaos analogy.... you have had a plethora of avenues to explore and haven't... and I don't always think I am right. I am usually a level headed person who can view all sides,... but when my heart or love is involved it's a bit more complex!!
p.s. Is that the BrickHouse Tavern in Burnsville???
Fuck up...the USA...
Look at me...I can rig...
The presidency!!!!