Shakespeare may have died 396 years ago today, but he springs back to life with Milton Glaser’s stunning 36 faces of William Shakespeare.
He’s taking me out on Friday (!!!)
D.C.
Met a guy. He has manners. And a college degree. Therefore not a total nimrod.
His initials are DC, which are very fitting because he’s a geek, and I think of DC Comics when I think of him, haha.
I will love him if he promises to love me back.
Eat your heart out, DGJ.
I am discontent with the following:
- Men
- Politics
- People
- The world.
Who then, should come running along to save me? Yes, this time I really am the damsel in distress- so exhausted of being superwoman 24/7.
Fuck it- I love this song, no matter what anyone thinks.
When life goes to the gutter, this is what I ask it.
Flowing
With the river I go
Flowing with the water
Seeping in the toxins
Of nature’s release.
I flow, flow, flow
Trinkle like the rivulets
To the arms of uncertain affections
Pretending that I am permanent
In your eye’s desire.
Does it matter,
Your chauvanism?
No-
That which flows knows no lines;
Wiggle, wiggle, feeble, feeble
The lines blur and I am yours
Open to your brutish sense of feeling,
Secrecy never before so appealing.
Erratic as the waves that crash
When the Earth thunders and the world shakes,
My movement varies by the way that you move-
It’s the feeling of water in a vessel,
Flowing with the curves and folding at the ridges;
You build a wall and then build bridges.
Seems like your sense of loving is more like
Stagnation-
We sit and simmer in this neglect we call discretion.
