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These trite, tattered, ponchos and scarfs say p*ss and five bucks about me.
I cut my own lawn with silver nail clippers
Supported by short, grody fingers
Tell Me What You Think?
That have been blistered pressing wire hangers downtown, Nebraska
and f*cked real bad scraping pie crust drippings from the bottom of my landlord’s gas oven.
I sweep the porch before heading off, Tulsa Welding School,
place’s like a feild day scent, latex caricature.
Ovens claming, Tight wound metal devices,
like the guts of a clock,
tick-tockin’.
and studio girls and boys, gather because of collected pompous attitudes,
to share slick, icy gestures
lip-lockin’
without me.
I snort ashes from the thighs of virgins,
And chew the human adrenaline gland.
Clearwater is a perfume luxury,
Fish rot while they’re still swimming.
Mexico City
I bought buckets of cheap jewelry
On my visit, to dig for buried treasure,
But I didn’t like the weather.
Now I’m back and wearing leather,
Waiting for my umbrella.
The first days are spent comptemplating what I know I know.
A fraction is a division problem.
Mile long one step equations force children over jungle gym tops.
A man owns the river I went down to draw,
“Tresspassing,” the sign complained,
Holding me back with a silver chain.
I keep on walking.
Instead of water, mud and garbage sunk on the bottom of natural crater
When the silver thawed, swampy pickle trees with thin trunks drooped like tired d*cks,
Exhausted sucking moisture from the soft mother bricks.
Over the gloss and sticky dirt carnival, hurricane disaster,
Plastic bag habitat, Silver man tricks
CLEAR WATER IS A PURFUME LUXARY,
FISH ROT WHILE THEY’RE STILL SWIMMING.
I sat to draw what I saw,
and it all turned out quite charming.
I seek pleasure. I seek the nerves under your skin. I am old hero, older then wacko pervert superf*cking man. I am wh*re who seeks experience. Excitement. Curiosity. The only conscious thing in our world is to love and be loved. Seek the hollow thrill. Say how you really, really feel. I am sister of the gods and gods own daughter slaughter. Will you be my daddy? Will you be my girlfriend? The single family who branches out from Rome, to Australia, to Brazil, and Puro, to Africa and Nebraska. Desire is a heat rash, but no illusion. Teeter forever on those golden scales, then sing me into eternity. I wanna be you lover. I wanna be your man. Day old Joey with gray hair, premature baby cries heart into salt canal. Secluded movie stars don’t get paid for sagging breasts. Cashier boy’s Calvin fixed scent lingers deep after hours, take a shower, pick some flowers, stolen change. We’re all here now and everything’s okay. We’re all coming over now, and we won’t be leaving right away. I fall into a pit. Pit of sh*t and sh*t. Inside of it. I skip like so many school kids, think of when time stops, electricity. I am inside a cartoon and I can’t feel a pinch but I like it like that, like it like that, like it like that. These trite, tattern ponchos and scarves say p*ss and five bucks about me. I grow the fur of an animal under my arms and cut my own lawn with silver nail clippers, supported by, short, grody fingers, blistered pressing wire hangers, scraping pie crust drippings. Place is like a field day scent, latex caricature. Ovens and clamming steel machines like the guts of a clock, tick tockin’, rock n’ roll, tick tockin’, my generation, beating. Can you feel? Stink.
Also which do you like like better? And what is the type of person that pops into your head when thinking of a person named Tiffany or Felicity?Where Did The Names Tiffany And Felicity Rank On 1994 Popular Names List (girls Names)?
Can some one please proofread my story. I would be greatful. Thanks Can Someone Proofread My Story Please!!!?
The Magical Lamp
It was daybreak when a young, poor farmer, Digio Arbalistarius, stepped outside and made his way to his field. Every day for Digio was the same; he would get up, eat breakfast, and begin working on his farm till dusk. It was strenuous work, farming was, but Digio didn’t complain. He was happy; life on the farm was simple and good. Digio arrived at his field and took out a bag of seeds. He carefully began to embed them into the ground. Kneeling down, something had caught his eye. Sticking up from the ground, several feet in front of him, was a shiny golden handle.
“What in the world could it be?” exclaimed Digio, as he excitedly made his way towards the strange object. He bent down and pulled the handle. Out came a small golden lamp, so shiny it had looked as though it never been in the ground to begin with.
“Excellent, it must be my lucky day,” Digio chortled joyfully, “I can make 15 darics off of this trinket.” Digio, curious to see if any other treasures lay inside, decided to open the lamp. BANG, BANG, BANG three thunderous sounds came from the lamp, piercing the serene landscape and utterly scaring Digio. From the lamp came a vast, menacing, purple genie. Petrified, Digio dropped the lamp and ran towards the direction of his home.
“Do not be scared, mortal, for it is you who released me from my magical prison. For a thousand years I have been imprisoned. Imprisoned by the magic of King Darius for crimes I did not commit. But imprisoned I am no more, for your honorable deed has freed me. You shall be rewarded,” roared the genie. Upon hearing of the reward Digio stopped dead in his tracks. “Should I go back?” wondered Digio, “Is this a trap, or will I truly be rewarded?” Digio stood, petrified as a rock, several minutes wondering if he should trust the genie. At last Digio came to the conclusion that the genie was telling the truth and cautiously made his way back to the lamp.
“Oh great genie, I’m glad to see that I have done you a favor,” appeased Digio, still quite shaken.
“A great favor you have done. You have freed me, the great genie Saleed. For your great deed you shall be rewarded.”
“What might the reward be,” expressed Digio in utter disbelief of his fortune.
“You shall be awarded one wish,” the genie bantered. “Think well, before you make your wish, for you only have one wish, and one wish only.
“What shall I wish for,” thought Digio. “Shall I wish for a spouse to reprieve me of my loneliness? Or perhaps of a new spade, my old one is worn down.”
At last the genies patience began to wear down. “Perhaps you should wish for a great treasure. One that will make you wealthy beyond belief,” exclaimed a greatly agitated genie.
“That is a great idea,” responded Digio. “Genie, I wish for a treasure, one that will make me wealthy beyond belief.
“So it is,” declared the genie. With a snap of his fingers, a map appeared in the genies hand. “This map will lead you to what you seek. But beware; the journey will be a callous one. You will have to prove your desire. Farewell farmer, good luck on your quest.” With those words of farewell and another snap, the genie disappeared leaving behind only the golden lamp and the map in Digio’s hands.
“This is meant to be,” thought Digio, unrolling and gazing at the map. It was a simple map. From it he had learned that his first step to walk north, several kilometers towards the town of Isfahan. Just before he was to reach the gates of the town, he was supposed to spot a cavern, at the very end of the cavern lay his treasure.
“I wonder what the treasure is?” wondered Digio as he excitedly set outwards on his quest. As Digio made his way towards the cavern he thought of his spoils and what he was going to make of them. “When I succeed and become rich, no longer shall I work,” thought Digio. “I shall build myself a castle and live out my life in luxury.”
Digio continued to ponder about his treasures, as he walked and walked. At last, after what felt like ages he could see the gates of Isfahan in the distance. Digio looked around, quickly. Off in the distance, one hundred yards away he caught glimpse of a cavern. Barely able to hold his excitement, Digio ran towards it ready for the riches that lay inside.
It was an expansive cavern. Bigger than anything Digio had ever seen before.
“Better get started,” exclaimed Digio as he made his way into the dark depths of the cavern. Walking a short distance Digio caught a glimpse of a dim light. He walked towards it, not knowing what to expect. As he drew nearer and nearer he could see that it was the beginning of a corridor, dimly light by a series of torches on the walls. He also spotted a table; upon it laid a note and a short sword. Hurrying along to the table, Digio read the note:
Beware; your greatest fear lay ahead
Use the sword or you will be
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I have just finished reading the book and apparently the book and the movie have two different endings.
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Why don’t women and girls organize and all go out in groups to collect firewood and water so that they won’t as likely be victimized? Also, why don’t they fashion weapons-sharp sticks, rocks in a scarf or bag to weild, whatever. It’s just strange that this little bit of survivalism hasn’t developed in that particular community. This is a serious question. Anybody out there involved in the camps who can answer?
Thanks- African Refugee Camp Question:?
P.S. I am aware of the women distributing solar water heaters, but I’m asking for the women and girls who don’t have this “luxury”, and of course they stll have to schlep the water to heat. ???
I have just finished reading the book and apparently the book and the movie have two different endings.
Why do you think Holly acted the way she did. Would you say it was all a facade?What Are Your Views On The Character Holly Golighly In Breakfast At Tiffany’s?