To my Poe-ette (Leo Monkey) on her birthday

Jul 30, 2012 20:55


"Thou," I said, "art sure no craven."
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Nothing more olympic_chill August 6 2012, 16:29:45 UTC
YOU GET ME!!!

A priest friend of ours says he often imagines me wagging my finger and randomly quoting, "Nevermore!" Of course, I love the idea of it, because I'm attracted to randomness and ambiguity. And I love it when something makes no fucking sense.

On the contrary, this poem ... and the images ... have so much meaning for me. And for you, too, which is the beauty of it.

Edgar looks so fly in aviators! Naked Hemingways are good, too; must use my imagination more!

Oh, my goodness! Have you ever seen those author action figures? We ought to market a naked version. Like naked Emily Dickinson and naked Lord Byron (with his club foot). Who wouldn't want to see that?

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Re: Nothing more sisterglitch August 7 2012, 02:58:49 UTC
Who am I to scoff?

I just went to an art opening.
Miniatures of enormously fat naked men ina varietyof skin tones -- sculpted (molded) out of soft latex.
They jiggled when you poked them -- and you were ENCOURAGED to poke them.
Who wouldn't want to do that?

No fucking sense... makes me want to DANCE!

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Re: enormously fat naked men olympic_chill August 9 2012, 22:19:19 UTC
Oh, my! And pray tell, where did you poke them? LOL

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