Vodpod videos no longer available.Some dolls.
Posts Tagged ‘Drama’
Easter at Christmas
In Art, Confessional, Prose on October 5, 2009 at 10:57 amThis moved me:
As does everything from Joseph Young.
Publishing Genius is offering a couple of promotions for his book, Easter Rabbit. For the next five pre-orders, they’ll send out Matthew Simmons‘s book, A Jello Horse, which I haven’t read, but sounds pretty good. It might be too late for this, I don’t know. I don’t even know if I ordered in time or not.
The other deal is a dare. They dare you to read all 3K words of Easter Rabbit in one sitting, and if you can do it, you get your money back. That’s it. Just do it, tell them you did it, plus 50 words of what you thought of it all (which they’ll post on their site) and you get your money back. They think you can’t do it, because, according to publisher Adam Robinson, “It’s too long, even though it’s so short.”
I believe him, but I’m a sucker for a dare. So we’ll see.
We are in love
In Film, Mathematics, Philosophy on October 2, 2009 at 12:01 amWhen we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.
—Blaise Pascal
Maybe crying
In Confessional, Link collage, Photography on September 30, 2009 at 5:43 pmMaybe crying is childish but in a good way.
Maybe crying isn’t everything.
If you were standing next to someone who was visibly upset, maybe crying?
Maybe crying after orgasm is a result of pain or of hurt feelings.
Other times I dream that, after a few drinks, we find ourselves in the sauna at YMCA talking about the old times, laughing, maybe crying.
i understand maybe crying for an oscar or a grammy, but a kids choice award?
Maybe crying is an exception.
On the other hand, maybe crying is a functionless byproduct of increased autonomic activity in distressed individuals.
Pay Raises — Maybe Crying To The Mayor Will Get Results From City.
Maybe crying is something you should try more often.
I was rubbing her back and it seems like she was sad and maybe crying, I’m not sure.
You’re thinking: Maybe crying‘s not such a bad idea…. Whoa. Hold it right there.
Not shrieking, necessarily, but maybe crying and acting cranky.
BRAND: And maybe crying a little bit on the outside.
The leaves on the paths ran like rats
In Art, Beverage, Poetry on September 26, 2009 at 6:40 pmWhen the elephant’s-ear in the park
Shriveled in frost,
And the leaves on the paths
Ran like rats,
Your lamp light fell
On shining pillows
Of sea shades and sky shades
Like umbrellas in Java.