Paris dans les feuilles

Je cherche ma mère à Paris,

Avant qu’elle devienne ma mère,

Au milieu des feuilles des livres,

Qui décrivent les rues, les jardins,

Les trottoirs devant les cafés,

à Paris.

Ma mère comme je l’ai jamais connue

La jeune, la sauvage, la rebelle,

S’exilée de la Terre Sainte,

Pourquoi eset-ce que je la chercherai ?

Toujours je suis elle ( Read more... )

Lily Marie "What's the worst thing you can call a woman? You're probably thinking of words like slut, whore, bitch, cunt. Okay, now what are the worst things you can call a guy? Fag, girl, bitch, pussy. I've even heard the term "mangina". Notice anything? The worst thing you can call a girl is a girl. The worst thing you can cal...l a guy is a girl ( Read more... )

Lily Marie Women only own 1% of the world's property. Women work 2/3 of the world's labor hours yet earn 10% of the world's wages. One woman per minute dies from complications in childbirth. WOMEN MAKE UP 70% OF THE 1.5 BILLION PEOPLE LIVING IN ABSOLUTE POVERTY. These are UN statistics. I am re-awakening to something that I feel... is going to ( Read more... )

There was something sad in the way she said, “I love you” as I walked out the door that morning. It didn’t trouble me as I walked down the street to the car, or as I drove to work. I got on with my day.  When I walked in the door that evening the first thing I noticed was the picture of us smiling over filet mignon and lobster on our ( Read more... )

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My father had been dead three weeks, so naturally I was surprised when he walked into his study. He looked the same as ever, far better than that caked-on makeup look the have at funerals. I must have turned three shades of green because he looked over and said, “Hey, boy, what’s wrong? You’re looking like someone stepped on your ( Read more... )

The important thing to remember is not to go to pieces when everything goes wrong. Screaming until your head explodes might seem viable, but as a practice it is overrated. I have my own personal worst case scenario: the USS Indianapolis. I joined the Army to avoid the Navy; by avoiding the Navy I stand a much better chance of never being eaten.

The ( Read more... )

The priest and the hooker were dead when I got there. That much I’m sure of. He was sitting up in bed in a pair of pinstriped boxers and she was next to him in nothing at all. Both of them had copper coins in their eyes, curiously larger than pennies and jaundiced with age and wear. There were ragged red holes in their chests, almost in identical ( Read more... )

I just went to the vending machine at work. The vending machine has probably 75 items one might choose from, each with a number that corresponds to its place. The keys on the pad are printed with big white numbers and also in braille....

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There is no indication how a person who might need the braille would choose an item from behind the smooth ( Read more... )

 To Those of You Born 1930 - 1984  ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED THE 1930s, 40s, 50s, 60s, 70s and 80s ( Read more... )

The rain poured down on the dark forest. It was a forest that had only begun to know the footprints of what would one day be men. The forest had ravenous creatures in it cloaked since by intervening ages, things that dragged screaming into the darkness weaker creatures to tear them to shreds under the dark canopy of the jungle night.

Stooped and ( Read more... )