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Medical Forum / General / General / October 2005Quote of The Day ~ 10.30.2005
"Don't forget who hurt you And how, so you Won't be hurt again that ~ a ~ way, Because let me tell you a little secret ... That's evolution, That's hard ~ earned, hard ~ learned self ~ protection ~ !" ~ Ms. Moth Q. Wrangler * !Be Warned! !Be Warned! Yes ~ Morning Wood Fresh Signage * !Be Informed! Circumspect! Wise! Wiley! Informed! Informed! Fresh Wood Oui! De Signage De Matin Of ~ Informed! The Sign Indicates... Thee ~ * ~ Of Wise! Wiley! Informed! _________________________________________ Of ~ * ~ A Sign, A Shingle Embarked ... A Painted Tail ~ Brushed Tale Trailed To Dry Thee ~ * ~! *! Thee ~ Welcome TO The Wood of Mourning * _________________________________________ Of ~ of ~ of ~ * ~ of ~ of ~ of ~ of ~ of ~ of ~ of ~ Of ~ Woods, a hole, and Thee, Beautiful, dark, deep, O, so many promises, here, preserved, En Morning Wood Preserve ~ And miles walked, Silver Service Served Forest floor Gloom's gleaming loam Seed bed Virgin Forest Here en The Would of Mourning, Before sleep, And miles metered before sleep's Sweet dream, Thusly, give me your Hand, For here, Inside The Wood of Morning, Our Promises Bewitch, Enrich, Our Primrose, Sweet, our Promises We surely keep. ~ * _________________________________________ Of ~ of ~ of ~ of ~ of ~ of ~ of ~ of ~ of ~ * ~ * ~ *! Be informed! Inform! If forlorn, mourn! Yes ~ Fresh Signage Morning Out of Wood Of ~ of ~ of ~ of ~ of ~ of ~ of ~ of ~ of ~ of ~ * ~ * ~ *! ~ * ~ _________________________________________ ~ !Morning Wood Continues Medical Education ~ ! _________________________________________ ** No Nurture Turned Over? What Now? ** !New Nature Forthcoming... _________________________________________ ~ The Anti-Med Posters, A Sore Spot ~ ~ * ~ So Just See ~ That Vulture Right Over There! "O." _________________________________________ ~ Special Poster Session* To Follow ~ * Outside the Piggly Wiggley, near The Garbage Bin ! _________________________________________ ~ Just One of The Morning Wood Horrendous Lavoratory Devastations _________________________________________ A Morning Wood Boxed Bunch Continuing Medical Education [CeeME!?] Ground Round Insufferable Stuffing _________________________________________ * Dogging Arts * Fogging Minds * It's a Star * _________________________________________ * ~ * ~ ~ * ~ Blog, I'll warrant ye, or dog? Who knows. Pass the grog! But if ye see me lost pup, please bring that scurvy dog home! I got Leon a brand-new bone, with a chest full a' booty. _________________ http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo Or involved like the bullies of the brutish, It tears dressed yours to you down, Opens with one cutting blade of the pen, tied you to a gurney ... rice in you makes ... twice in you quakes ... it puts all your personal effects, the ice-skates, The binder, objects of the metal, in an envelope of paper, Has it blocked in on, ... on the left you in socks, ... cut the drawstring of your pants of the sweet sweat, On the left nearly confident uncovered ... It scares, it scar, it scarifies, it horrifies, you, The wrists, bruised and gashed, slashed, Slit ~ Too much damage from handcuffs, Too much harm, of Thee ~ Your cut skin, Too strictly too binding, so toe, too gashing, Too wounding, Your cut, no c.nt, but slashed, gnashed bleeding gash Too, to harm, to gash ~ ! A wound ~ ! Aqua ~ blue of the woven one of the polyester Has them down legacies to a gurney, The life of the impediment of the wrists, No movement any... NO ESCAPE OF FUCKIN. That one is where I was the past night. A blow in the honey of the arm, more, if not calmed down ... we will blacken them towards the blacker outside Of Thee ~ Of night pollone that he prefers the day, Goodness, no thugs of THANKSES of brutish that They are based on me, soffocando the my case. Primitive victories to think outside, hand To hand the combat of the hand ... Black Brooks leotards splayed, split apart, The seams, crotch turned inside out, Seam stolen, some unseemly stolen riffle my back Turned ... Or the power lines have established The sense far away ahead... That in order to carry out Tour dirty action. * ~ ~ * David of the spark of the PARKS of the ROSE Knows them knows them ~ On the silver wings, sings sings sings ~! The chalk white man of Thee ~ However, largest, Solid black type called Pepper Will demand the human astuteness and the detention. The only part of he that I have been able to touch Is the extremity of its Of ~ Of the claws if you obtain my direction. ~ Catmandu Or, pepper of the gimme, is my part a cake. ~ Thee Twittering Twitter cries for Pepper, Yeppers, As soon as she feels ~ * Thee, how much simple one, some problems, A solution has found, if the well stirred passage, If a spoonful of honey it were applied sly, Spremuta of the lemon comes, Of ~ Of The Lemonade One likes having, if Not ~ If the ignored simple prescription, Was forgotten. The mixology divine, a pharmacopoeia of the family, Jolt well, pour the peel of The Lemon Of ~ Of The Ice Or the excessive cherry cracked Of maraschino in top to, supplement. Black Chalk Of Thee ~ ! "Of White Chalk Of Thee ~ ! Know, not Rocky, Not The Rocky Horror Picture show, but me, now my horror story ..." ~ Twittering * I know why the odds increase for suicide after hospitalization, because being treated as I was is worse than being a prisoner, if you are tied down to a gurney and sedated against your will. That experience is as crippling as it gets ~ You have NO ESCAPE. Jumping out a window is a release, and a way of getting back at Brutes who are abusing you, and making sure it goes down in the records of history, so your life is not invisible behind tiled walls. Victoria C. Rivamonte PsyD, and Matthew B. Smith, MD, destroyed my life. I know this much is true. ~ Virginia Hooper 30 October 2005 "On the afternoon of October 12, 1990, my twin brother Thomas entered the Three Rivers Connecticut Public Library ..." ~ Wally Lamb, >From "I Know This Much Is True" [p. 1] "Black Brooks leotards split, splayed apart, The seams, crotch turned inside out, Seam stolen, some unseemly stolen riffle, my back Turned ... Or the power lines have established The sense far away ahead... That in order to carry out Tour dirty action. * ~ This virus set lose, ripped painfully out of hibernation, I want rid of ~ Banished, tamed, Or aimed far out to deep blew sea ~ !" ~ Twittering "My friend, a trusted friend no longer Pure Foe ~ Fly far, fly very far away from me, yonder Far, not nearly far enough ~ You hath wrough hell Upon my soul, no easy task, for fast Before I fought off and honorably won. Pure Foe ~ Fly far, fly very far away from me, yonder Far, not nearly far enough ~ !" ~ Twittering "Your festering art No match for a pure, But learned soul, I say ~ No role, not an art, no part Do I wish to play, If further, such roll advanced My sleeping art. Now, my heart Broken, no redeeming token For spoken hatred, For love before I've plenty spoken. My chosen tongue, my language Romance, not heart triple lanced." ~ Twittering Clearly, you need a man in your life. "The Fluffy Chien de Blanc WENT To the PALATE And Behind POE, ESQ ~ In greener pasture, Of Greenwood Cemetery, To us this day, of Even, tomorrow come, Than Le Canard de Duckhorn, too, quacks a quibble, If nibbling hors d'oeuvres The Fanatic Flurry of Furries ascending Goes, they, by way of the good angels tenanted, Once that that a fair And stately Thee ~ Snow White Of Man Of Palate Of ~ Of Silver Palate Raised the relative head ~ !" ~ Master Minor Byrd "In the Monarch of Butterfly, It thought of Thee ~ Of Dominion de Peabody, Where The Jay Gould sports a levitating hat, If without a Panda's Thumb." ~ Justin "Flair de Faire of Levato in levitating feet Over here ~ ! Seraph never thus doth fly Without a relative charge, if not isomer, Then isolated salt Scattered ~! Of Knot's Not, if spandex stretched, cotton Duck, un primed, if number numbers irrational Or imaginary integer, if pigment stained As azure value, of late October afternoon rained Sky, if unfurled, seraphic angel heralds Afternoon's Turkish Delight ~ !" ~ Kevin "A flight of Isosceles Angles With half correctly, angled, with half incorrectly Of more tightly oven pinion of unstretched Cotton suck quacking, as though color Wed with canvas ~ The flags yellow, glorious, gilded, On the relative roof the floats and Thee ~ Of flow Color, thusly ~ !" ~ Diane "His ~ All his ~ A Panda, that bear, missing His honey ~ dipped thumb, if deliciously Stuck in jar, if amphora, or Attic Vessel A courier carries, transports, Cavorting up and down Brattle rattling, As a rain stick, if not somewhere else simultaneously In Tennessee ~ !" ~ Lightman "O, The Fogg, O, Le Houghton, O, where, O Where those damn Glass Fleurs ~ ?" ~ Click "Get back, O know ~ Consider Thusly, there, that ~ An Alaskan Yak ~ !" ~ Clack zd;f slwe w'lisjg e ? *******skfv, gh ! sfoiuynh mbnmbmb ' chug chug.........! eeeeeeeeeeeeeeh? willllllll? plonkoanderratum! tweet tweet! "zd;f slwe w'lisjg e ? *******skfv, gh ! sfoiuynh mbnmbmb ' chug chug.........! eeeeeeeeeeeeeeh? willllllll? plonkoanderratum! tweet tweet!" ~ Peter Jason "Burn, Burned, burnt, burning ~ My Tale burns both my ends, O, my tail burns, O, my tail burns both my means, My ends, Beauty, my means, as well my ends, My End's Ends ~ O, my yearning, by turns, My yearning, spurned, Spun spanking Clean, my yearning, you sting my buns, O, my Tale burns my tail's Ends, even if I make amends, For Heaven sends my hinny higher, My flight, my wails, In search of you, O, Capsicum, swell, swell, swell ..." ~ Twittering "Just see Role Model ~ Somebody Who regarded As someone to look up to, Often as an example to emulate." ~ Side Endent "Heck, yeah ~ !" ~ Folly "Sound the French Horns, Call The Hound and Hardheads ~ ! Make shifty your means, If necessary, Within legal means, to out cheat cheating cheaters ~ ! Know Novice, I, if sweeter My usual Treats and Tricks For Halloween ... Tweet tweet tweeters twipple tweeters For Twitty Querty Byyrdy ~ !" ~ Side Endent "Heck, yeah ~ !" ~ The Axelated Isomer "Consider, if you will ~ Darkness, Autumnal Gilded Lily, The Glass Fleurs de le Noir, A Flurry of Fanatic Furries in a terrible hurry, scampering Scurrilously, If curiously spuriously, Up and down Divinity Avenue ..." ~ Side Endent "... far too surreptitiously, too, If around the bend, Puffing clouds of Zen ~ Dusty debris trailing down Brattle Street, rattling chains, Making rain, Downing Widener's lightening rods, Charring X ~ !" ~ Justin ~ * ~ ~ * The Peabody Museum of Archaeology & Ethnology * ~ ***Rainmakers Against The Wind >From The Children of Changing Gods ~ ! * http://www.peabody.harvard.edu/exhibitions.html ~ * ~ "The Ethnography of Lewis and Clark ~ The Northwest Passage ... Just see Your map." ~ Alfred Corn http://www.peabody.harvard.edu/Lewis_and_Clark/map.html "We marked ourselves off from those who went before, Those at home in stockades, concocting wars. Love, having been reinvented, swelled Into the room, one of the appliances, To guarantee we shouldn't be possessed. Enchantment meant to gather while coasting The skeins of guidelines strewn around to chose By the magisterial instant, or deduced >From the last nine steps of Temple Unreason, Top flight of the ever building future." ~ Alfred Corn, >From "Notes from a Child pf Paradise" [p. 46] "Upon considering the Intake Uptake, The indrawn breath ~ Toss well your runes, your stones, stir well your tealeaves, For your lyric flight, Your Divine Amniotic Fluidity of The Walking Downward ~ Pulling Voids of Nogucian Logic, So as to examine The divination of Anthropology and Ethnography As Partners in One Crime ~ Or merely maniacal automatons, If after ~ birth, your amniotic fluid, Within which you still swim, your swimming pool Of salty tears, your years ~ !" ~ Sandy }Bats{ }Bats{ }Bats{ }Bats{ }Bats{ }Bats{ }Bats{ }Bats{ !WWWWWWWWWWWW^!*WWWWWWW! }{ }abc{ o~ o~o~ o~o~o~ o~o~o~o~ {} {(^.^)} "Ere olden, inside time A very long time ago, Yhat it makes for Thee ~ And each sensitive air, Upon your stair, Within you lair ... Which dallied both above and below, In how much the soft day, Wandered you, along the rampart, Before your birth, Where plumed a peacock crossing your path, And the pallid faint paper whiteness of Narcissus, Of fragrant scent, with wings Of dazzled light, flew off, upward, Of Gone, Of Went, Of Sent via Via Venetto Of Rome, off to Florence ~ ! All the wanderers, Of those in pursuit of that Fluffily ~ Taled One hitherto, Tallied by the white crosshairs of a cock's comb ~ !" ~ Kenneth "If One goes by, they be happy, With Two of Too, those luminous casks of sparkling vintage, Of the Champagne's Crystal Year ~ ! Of Thee, I saw, if heart lanced, if art pierced By splintering mourning light of the Cathedral windows, >From which musical notes flew outward, upward, Toward the Heavens, O, The Well ~ Tempered Clavier Synchronized a synthesis of The Law of The Lute, Of Glorious Vivacity of Vivaldi & Vocal Folds of a Sacred Score, O, Vocalist, O, sing, By viva voce, vivacious A Fortiori a Gogo A la Carte A la Mode ~ !" ~ Fobby "Round roughly, round about, rounds sung roughly If Uncle Roughly, rather later, his arrival Than Uncle Freud ~ Know, hitherto A throne where being based [Porphyrogene ~ !] In good condition, of sound song sung, Befitting of Glory, befitting The Glory of a Dog ~ !" ~ Mer Loleil "The Monarch of The Reign was seen ~ ! And All, and with All, and with all emitting the light Of them, of them, on dazzled wings of light, Of them, of them, those Fanatically Fantastic Flying Pack of Furries in a flurry Of light bedazzled flight ~ ! Of Furries en ascending flight, Of fly, of light, of height, of Heaven's scent, of everlasting Light ascending ~ !" ~ Justin "... and of Pearl, Her lovely opalescent light, her oyster, Her Silver Palette of Mother ~ It was the trap door, right of The Silver Palate, For even so, Ms. Julia Child, of Brattle, still rattles, tattles her tall tale Of buttery scones, Afternoon High Tea ~ !" ~ Mum "... and of Pearl, Her lovely opalescent light, her oyster, Her Silver Palette of Other ~ Charlotte, her spider, her best bud, As well, another, A strawberry ~ blond doggie named Buddy Who lived happily, if mysteriously, off Divinity Avenue, by only one block of anxiety. O, forsooth, that doggie, Buddy, who knew, Who certainly still knows ~ Of the trap door, right of The Silver Palate, Right above the Water Closet, beneath The ascending stairwell, whereupon, not too far, Not too deeply buried, A Magik Inkwell." ~ Twittering "A Magik Inkwell Of Magicians, a Magi inhabits, Still ..." ~ Mum "... of Too." ~ Justin "Quote of the day ~ 'It's a beautiful day, don't let it get away." At least it was in western Pennsylvania. Did you get out today ~T1~ ?" ~ AB "Huh ~ ? What's that." ~ Twittering "With what it has to run come, evermore sliding ring, To run and gleam, troop of Of With Echoes, Whose soft duty it was But to sing in the voices Of The Recess, Of The Incomparable Beauty, The Spirit and Ehe Wisdom of their Being. But the diabolic things in dissatisfaction Gets dressed, attacks you, of the high property Of the monarch de Butterfly ~ ! The ampèreheure glitters, a festive fallen golden Autumnal leaves ~ Your invitation, your indicated To Too, you, too, you to plan's plain plane." ~ Capsicum' "If pain still inhabits your heart, An unwelcome guest ~ In The Order Of The Ardor, quote, nevermore Of the following day ... That it will be born above, if desolated, It ~!" ~ Twittering "But evil things in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch's high estate! Ah, let us mourn - for never morrow Shall dawn upon him desolate! And round about his home the glory, That blushed and bloomed, Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed." ~ EA Poe "... and round roughly, and round roughly, and round roughly, If Freudian, A Savvy Savant if servile if silver, A Jubilee A Silver Service of Civil Glory, Of Union's Civil Battle, a warrior battled To save a servant of domesticated glory, Of domestic's long years of devotional service ~ O, Hail Thee ~ ! The Ever Divine Ms. Christine ~ ! O O, Hail Thee ~ ! The Ever Divine Mr. Arthur ~ ! O O, Hail Thee ~ ! The Ever Divine Mr. Terry ~ ! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO My meager modesty makes such small amends, But O, To Thee, I kneel ...." ~ Twittering "... as well, Do I." ~ Alain "As well Do I, do we all." ~ Michael "And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace door ; Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing, And sparkling evermore, A troop of echoes, whose sweet duty Was but to sing In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their king." ~ EA Poe "Don't forget who hurt you, how, so You will never hurt another again that ~ a ~ way, Because let me tell you a little secret ... That's evolution, that's revolution, that's That's hard ~ earned, hard ~ learned self ~ protection Against historical retrogression, Of lessons learned once, if learned well, if learned Well enough your historical lesson, If not repeated endless, again, and again, and again, And again Again Again Again Again Again And again Again But not one more Time If learned Well your lesson This time Well enough To stop time's Infernal Lesson ~ !" ~ Ms. Moth Q. Wrangler "No more Oppression ~ !" ~ Twittering "Heck, yeah, No more ~ !" ~ Folly "Heck, yeah, Know more ~ !" ~ Fobby "That one reddened and flowered, But a fiasco, if painted fresco Of ~ Of recalled history Of old time entombed It Is ~ ! And The Hour of Travelers travel from afar, So, Twittering, make haste ~ ! Twittering, hurry, waste not, Want not ~ Hasten, Thee ... Let our Highly Esteemed Guests Inside ~ !" ~ Mum "... that One, one highly esteemed, passes by, today, They, by Thee ~ Of Red Royal Order de Blew Light your burden, please, hasten come in, Sit ... Lighten your honorable bloody feet, no shoes, Bloodied, bruised, you have By barefoot, traveled ... So far, thus far, O, allow, me if you will honor Me, if you will allow me The Royal Privilege To wash your blooded feet, Your frozen toes, O, please honor me, O, please, sit, O, please, sit here, Next to me ..." ~ Twittering "If written of the windows, if written on the body, If seen, if sought, if The High Forms known, Know ~ The Trust, The Secret ~ The Knowledge Is Written On The Body." ~ Wintergreen "The Cathedral, of lancet's windows, of light fractures, Bones, of rib cage ripped apart, In ascending flight, With far ~ reaching, overarching angels, Singing, a choir Of Glass .... The choral flight of angels, The Fanatic Fantastic Flight of Light ~ Propelled Furries Prancing proudly, if raucously, In a terrible hurry ~ Such Fanatic Fantastic Superheroes Move fantastically upward, toward A Divergent Melodious Melody ... A Fugal Contrapuntal Harmonium ... A Pandemonium of Chaotic Catastrophes ... A Canopy of Cacophonous Lunatics Flapping headlong ~ !" ~ The Annotator "... into the wind In search of an Iconic Ironic Corinthian Cartographer ~ !" ~ Alfred Corn "If quite, if quite a wily while, Alike a horrible fast river, by the pale trap door, Hark, O, Herald, O Terrible jolts of The Throng Outside The Door O, Hasten, O Harken, In the order always and Thee Of ~ Of The Souls Arisen, Arising, But not for naught, Of for lesson, if for salvation sought ~ !" ~ The Octegenarian "If naught, or knot, If sorry, that's enough ~ ! O, dwell, in sorrow Not more If more known If lesson A lesson learned, earned well If seeds of knowledge Sewn Your starry Starry map Yours ..." ~ Fobby "Shows you, Thee, me, A starry way ~ !" ~ Twittering "Heck, yeah ~ !" ~ Folly "All wanderers in that happy valley, Through two luminous windows saw Spirits moving musically To a lute's well tuned law, Round about a throne where sitting (Porphyrogene!) In state his glory well befitting, The sovereign of the realm was seen." ~ EA Poe "I said ~ To rent a sailing fabric, tears years, Shreds woven mind, mine, nine times Out of ten. But, O, to truly love, truly care, Divine." ~ Twittering "Blackbird singing in the dead Of night ..." ~ Capsicum "O, yes, Very dead of night. O, yes, We are very perverse. O, yes, We have rehearsed." ~ Mer Loleil "O, yes, We drive a hearse. O, yes, We like you very much ~ ! ~ Twittering "O, Yes, we do." ~ Folly O ~ Of this far ~ flung blew, O, I do know." ~ Twittering "Blackbird..... Fly blackbird........... fly Into the light of the dark black night." ~ Capsicum "If by morning, A flurry of courting Furries scurry, blurry stars showering, No cats purring, a French Horn sounds ..." ~ Justin "Reconnoiter Under The Arch Of The Base Harp ~ Finials & Rosettes Fluted Columns Hooded Pillars Pediments & Side Moldings Split spots I sport, Too, O, I am a wayward sort ~ !" ~ Ms. Moth Q. Wrangler "My French Horn I heretofore blow, forlorn Twisted Notes Dewly noted, my Nota Bene ~ !" ~ Zorn "Where, Zorn, have you hitherto been, If not from out of synecdoche ~ ?" ~ Marc Noir "2 nightcaps, Caps ~ ! A motley Fool, am I, If Comedy, if Tragedy, I know too well, My Masque Behind I shyly sport. I cavort I gambol I frolic Fruitfully Off The Fruit Of Knowledge My Language My Parole My Parlance." ~ Twittering "Twittering One ~ Oh you do go on, Twittering, And what Are we twittering About today ~ ? Why hast thou taken flight With thy little wings Beating as a humming Bird Hovering, Aloft over an exquisite flower ~ ? Thou naked concern For your bestiary, Rampal's fluted notes Rampantly arousing Britain Hast caused Thee to cast thyself Into welcoming Airs." ~ Fluffy "My lair My light Even if flight's Idle, Or romance Futile. My heart's pure Lure If you're Pure, too." ~ Twittering "My heart Beats, scatters notes My song Sung A humming Bird Hovering, Aloft over exquisite flower, Scent's sex, You, I pollinate." ~ Twittering' "I was astounded." ~ Aesthete "Your preaching Prompts what accordance, What choir, Over ~ arcing or reaching, Your steeple ~ chased racing horse, Leaping off Where Toward Backward, recoil, forward Recast, repast, recourse, your course, your resource, Flown fly If a river runs, flows The Bridge of Sighs, Watering your thighs, Beside The English Pointer ~ ?" ~ Twittering << Scent's sex >> "Listen mate ~ ! When [i: Sub, this evening ~?] Go to coles or woolies i don't wear Me fucken Underpants. That way I can spread sum o' me pheromones To the ladies Mate ~ !" ~ Fluffy "How many ladies Must appease your appetite, ladled Slothfully, Or sparing, delicate, discerning, Ensnaring, your taste, Or dulled, By Greed Unbridled need, Your bud's Aftertaste Consumption, Over selective aperitif ~ ?" ~ Twittering "Scent's Sex, Moons, counted How many Now, ten, 9, 8, 7 Eleven Or more ~ ?" ~ Folly "Scent's Sex ~ Sensate volume, Or excess tenebrism, Sfumatto, en fugato, Paints your brush, Or Conte crayon, Your magic wand Delineates Your desire Your spark Higher Your Form Borne Fire's Crucible Aloft A stroke A wisp Whispers Breath Hush Hear [s]Lick Here ..." ~ Twittering ~ * ~ "Sprinkling Holy Water, chanting prayers, >From willow's bark, Cupola drew sleeping spirits ~ Barking larks, Sparrow's Song of Vespers, By arrow's Flight reborn. Folly's Quill scribbles primrose Snaring garden path meandering, her gloss, Landscape blueprint flowering Forest's Marginalia, Her complimentary commentary ..." ~ Twittering "Part grave yard, part symmetry, part cemetery, Part past century, part grateful guest, part Centaur, Part Minotaur, etcetera ... Part, parcel, parlance, Parliament of The Forest." ~ Zoe "ANGELS ~ v ~ Demons~ Are Beings of a Higher Spiritual Order, Light or Wisdom ... Are Beings of a Lower Fleshly Order, Darkness or Folly ..." ~ //!! "If innocent, if teacher tardy, Folly, Divine, if heart, if conviction, hardy. If truth be told, Truth told by evil intent Far more evil than one single missed funeral, Or poorly understood hint For what heart ~ spoken, if silent, Words truly meant ~ Better late than never, if specific to general. Better to bark less, if by polished art's rhyme, If in The Key of C, your whine, fine. If in doubt, speak French. Kismet ~ ! Kismet ~ ! Kismet ~! O, Peppermint, kiss me ~ ! By fluted Ionic column, I sight your shimmer, By windy column of air, flutters, your chitin, Your transparency, your shameless soft curve, Crave I, yours, voraciously, if crazed, If overly mad, my sadness raves, ransacks, Cracks, my ravenous Soul, Dispatched too early, too unfed, to my grave. My fire, My inner thighs, My inner funeral pyre, Your beauty beckons, blinds my tearful eyes. My shameless desire ~ My gentle hands, to part your chitin's curtain, O, Capsicum, don't you see me hurtin' ~ ? My shameless desire ~ Your inner thighs, My fire's desire, taste yours. Your scent, my ardor, Our passion, even if Love's Labor, Heaven sent." ~ Twittering * Constructivist Narratives: Marxism, realism and Foucaultist power relations ~ Linda Y. Tilton Department of Semiotics, University of California, Berkeley "1. Narratives of meaninglessness If one examines realism, one is faced with a choice: either accept subdialectic theory or conclude that the media is intrinsically responsible for capitalism, given that the premise of predeconstructive deappropriation is valid. But Marxist class holds that consciousness may be used to reinforce the status quo. The main theme of Dietrich's[1] essay on predeconstructive deappropriation is not, in fact, narrative, but neonarrative. Thus, Lyotard suggests the use of the modern paradigm of reality to analyse class. The characteristic theme of the works of Spelling is the stasis, and eventually the fatal flaw, of postdialectic sexuality. But the premise of textual substructuralist theory states that reality is meaningless, but only if truth is equal to art; otherwise, Sontag's model of realism is one of "modern theory", and hence part of the futility of reality. The subject is contextualised into a textual substructuralist theory that includes narrativity as a whole. 2. Realism and postconceptualist textual theory "Sexual identity is used in the service of class divisions," says Baudrillard ..." http://www.elsewhere.org/cgi-bin/postmodern/ Accoustical Alchemy ... http://www.asc-alchemy.com/alchemicalhomeopathy.html "If mind uploading, Simple learning, so do your lessons, Your homework matters ... Know your ABC's ..." ~ Mum http://www.ibiblio.org/jstrout/uploading/ "Upload Lesson Number One ... Feed Clothe Bathe Clean Bed Provide Soothe Fear Hold Near Hold Dear Hold Deer Too." ~ Mum "Download Lesson Number One ... Feed Clothe Bathe Clean Bed Provide Soothe Fear Hold Near Hold Dear Hold Deer Too." ~ Folly "Upload Lesson Number One ... Feed Clothe Bathe Clean Bed Provide Soothe Fear Hold Near Hold Dear Hold Deer Too. ~ Mum ~ * Divination * ~ "Divination of A Cult of Romance Of ~ In use the divination of necromancy some needle sews right well by means of divination of ails, Ale XXX. So you know too well of your romantic mania of time, if you observe, in your observation well, the divination of Lace Of Laic, if too romantic, if told too well, so swell, O, hell ~ !" ~ Capsicum "...and if At home, alone ~ ? If your movement of your cat prowls In sacrifice of a divination of Eclectic Electryomancy Of a rooster's cock, on The Even Eve Of The Eve Of Halloween, In observance of Divine Divination of Divertimento's Diversion, or if, conversely, if late for rehearsal, Your Allure of Evening's Dormancy deigns relative Ignorance of the Tale of A Grain of Barely Corn, You may wish to consult your library Shelf ~ Or if gathering cracked ice and sparkling Fluted Waterford Goblets for Après 8 Cocktails, Notably in use of The Divination of Alomancy of Fleurs, Or of your preparations for your evening meal, You may choose to use ~ The Dictionary of Demonic Divination of Alphabet's Acrobats, But by all means, Employ only sea salt of the French Coast." ~ Danglyn "However, If you have no antecedent semicolon ~ Consider thusly, For The Use Of some bread crumbs for your divination Of Alacrity Of Romano Cheese or Parmesan, Do as Parmigianino did it ~ On hand swerving easily away, As though to protect your garnish, If churlish, or childish, your obsessive use of garlic ~ !" ~ Jane "Sprinkle a tad here, A tad there, But, O, know More, Or your appetite for supper, your over zealous toil You will hitherto spoil ~ !" ~ Marzipan "Ashberries, O, a lovely garnish, for your argyle arugula, Your goat cheese, your arguable agile Crazy salad daze." ~ Borked "Or the Appendix, until published, you may deign A Maniacal Manifestation of Gestating Barley In the use of The Divination of Ambulance Chasers, Your Highly Esteemed Court Case Of The Romantic Over ~ Zealous Psychiatrist Of Demonic, if clever, Possession, A forthcoming Tale not hitherto old or told by Ms, As Byatt, if already, too eagerly read to bed, too unread, Yes, perhaps." ~ Zoe "Know, Not so ~ !" ~ Twittttttttttttering
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