The Bad
Misanthropy wouldn't be so tempting if not for some truly misguided anthropoids. Take Ms.
Antisepticblood, for example. She's just your typical, misunderstood, Wiccan poetess who's usually scoping out Hot Topic for likeminded bisexuals when she isn't "weeping." From the black cauldron of her heart froths forth such utterances as:
the smoke
emgulfed by my lungs
swirling
like the chaos
only i can know
and survive...
(
Maddox feels her pain)
That's just a taste. Her corpus of poetry has had such a profound effect on me that I've decided to em-corporate a whole entryful of it into this post. If you find yourself similarly moved, be sure to comment on the bottomless depth and surefire publish-ability of her work. Since her interests include "anger" and "despair," any bashing should be appreciated.
~* goddess of the indulgent darkness *~ (antisepticblood) wrote,
@ 2004-06-22 02:31:00
Current mood: hopeful
Current music: switchblade symphony
my soul...
darkness...
the night
black....
like my soul
ppl always tell me my poetry is so deep...
i wonder if i can get it published someday...
but no, that would be hoping for too much...
all hope is meaningless.....
In conclusion, let Ms.
Antisepticblood be a warning to any of you that might have considered peeking at random Livejournals.
Better
- Today, while I was reading the back of a bag of K.C. Masterpiece chips, I thought, "Gimme a break." And, to my surprise, my thought sounded just like John Stossel.
- Later, I noticed that I had seen simultaneous rain and sunshine on at least 3 separate occasions and, before I knew what was happening, I had already thought "that the devil must be beating the hell out of his wife." I took that unintended pun to be a good omen.
Best
- I found a program that converts any Gregorian calendar date into its French Revolutionary calendar equivalent. Woohoo!
- And, with magnolian's full cooperation, I coined a new synonym for "fart."
Brown-noise.