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Main Entry: ca·thar·sis Variant: also ka·thar·sis /k&-'thär-s&s/ Function: noun Inflected Form: plural ca·thar·ses also ka·thar·ses /-"sEz/ Definition:purging of emotional tensions This is a cataclysmic reaction and noone's watching. good morning tv, they're looking so healthy our minds get dirty when we're nearing thirty The court of Elsenor is full of actors. so is this 'real' world. i've got persona's but still, noone's watching We were looking for the chicken seller last night and he never came bummed off the hobbit,but i still felt the same he has dark eyes which were prettier when dilated they were so dark he couldn't see we were all frustrated. the weather was biting,but i was throwing off the layers huffing ,puffing ,breathing out, all my secret prayers the sky was an old tv which someone forgot to repair but it didn't matter too much,when rot was in our hair 30 minutes later i was disappointed.the show just moved too slow. arrived back home and decided to create a drama .One that was all my own. you were just my entertainment for the night please don't take it the wrong way it's not that i'm a bad person,but sometimes i just stray . the court of elsenor is full of actors ,i gave you the lead role the acid words weren't mine.i wasn't in control. it was the end of the play, not the end of a century but we were still kept in the dark. when the lights came on, we were still blind,hiding behind closed doors. i confess now,i slept easy, i heard you didn't sleep till 4 . standing in the corner,you weren't on my mind void of gravity or guilt when i stepped across the line. heavy whispers and demons just sank miserably to the floor buzzing,restless,indifferent- i still wanted more. ____________________________________________________________________________ some of them want to use you. some of them want to be used by you. one of the many riddles life throws at us from time to time baby,can you just help me along... ______________________________________________________________________________ augustus tarquinius smith III doesn't want to follow percival percy cornelius because the former is scared.we are distrusting, and by we i mean it in the royal sense. gussie doesn't know why he's become so antisocial,but he is not in favour of partaking in any danger. guss loves you like the fat boy loves cake,and by cake guss means hash browns, but he doesn't know if he can trust the others. this is a creepy town,especially when all are asleep.percy may be fine licking windows,but guss is picky with the company he keeps. maybe by the time guss is 40,guss will have no friends,but that weight is easier to carry, then a lifetime of shame on his hands. augustus tarquinius smith III doesn't want 'you' to go, and has made a vow to have more fun than 'you'. Unfortunately, he has found himself unable to execute the latter at this present moment in time.When 'you're' bathed in yellow light and warm between your sheets, gussie will be gagging on his cheap storebought wine and staring at the jaw's poster on his wall. having fought countless battles and emerged unscathed (more or less),gussie knows somehow he'll get through this weekend.despite your different activities lapsed between a few hours, maybe your weekends wouldn't be so different after all. 'you' will have your blood feverishly pumping through your veins and gussie would be red from the headrush too. both of you will feel like the characters at the final scene of 'farewell my concubine', but live for the promise of being resurrected. talking in the third person is tiring work. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________ dirty little monsters keep dying in the halls stinking up the carpet,dirtying up the walls. this is beautiful, you are beautiful i wish i could just hug you and never let you go i wish we could hold each other till we fuse into one being and only lasers and lightning can split us apart i wish we could be 80 because we'd have forgotten the past by then, and live for the present completely and passionately like every minute was the last. i wish we were joined by the hip, so we'd always share the same point of view i wish we shared the same soul,so whatever touches me, touches you i wish zeus could use his lightning bolts,to weld this rift back together i'd hate to believe them when they say that nothing lasts forever. __________________________________________________________________________________________________ s went out tonight in my place to get the chicken. she might have some tonight, and get baked, all in my place of course. i don't mind staying in, festering becomes me, in all sense of the word 'becomes'. my room is a total wreck. i would take a picture but i forgot to bring my camera. mrs g brought a dog into my room. his name is jack.i lied through my teeth that i loved dogs but seeing jack was such a refreshing change.you know you've had it with a place when you prefer seeing animals to people. nothing much happened today,but much could have happened if i could bring myself to go out and get it.i wish i could just have life walk up to me and deal whatever it plans on dealing to me, in all sense of the word 'deal'. it just occured to me that i don't make new year's resolutions. i used to in order to please my parents and fool them into believing that i am trying to be a better person.but what's wrong with the person i am now?it's a rhetorical question. don't answer that. my report for my mock interview came in and according to mr h it is very encouraging. one of the boxes asked after the 'interviewee's body language' or something like that to which miss j remarked on my 'relaxed but confident' stance.she didn't know it was taking me so much to come across that 'relaxed'. i was just about as relaxed as a hamster wearing a corset doing pilates on its running wheel. it doesn't even matter,i'm going to screw up my real interview anyway. i used my parents as scapegoats today for dropping my drama exam.i'm just too lazy to prepare for it.this resulted in my teacher relating this 'inspiring' story about an ex student of hers who had spinal bifida and managed to get top grades for her lamda exam which was then the decidng factor of her getting accepted into oxford.i know this is mean,but i was just thinking, if i had spinal bifida i would be an overzealous go-getter too because otherwise,what would i have other than a vast collection of crutches. my afterthought was ,if i had spinal bifida,i'd use it to my advantage and use my pocket money to fly to india where the weather is nice and balmy and beg from unsuspecting,self-righteous tourists who subconciously subscribe to the fascist mentality of western superiority.they would give pretty generously to an asian cripple stranded in a foreign place amongst a sea of 'dark-skinned people', oh deah! i don't mean anything i have said of course. it was truly an inspiring story and i'm very happy for this legendary model of a girl.Although i do wonder about the political correctness of her examiners still referring to her as the 'disabled one'. like,isn't that rude or something?even though she has a hole in her spine,she does have a name you know. _________________________________________________________________________________________________ i speak with the disquieting humour of an atheist. not that i have anything against atheists of course. but many evangelical catholics would have stoned me or committed me to an exorcism if they saw me now.i could be seen as crossing over to the dark-side of non-catholicism! or even worse.... protestantism! the horror! evengelical boot camp...how funny would that be.... i dislike hamlet with a passion... hey nonny nonny nonny this was the text i sent l in the library today whilst we were frantically scribbling our papyrus's of shit down. i thought it was pretty funny,even if i do say so myself. |
