April 27th, 2007
|01:09 pm - ennui|
Tea leaves thwart those who court catastrophe,
designing futures where nothing will occur:
cross the gypsy’s palm and yawning she
will still predict no perils left to conquer.
Jeopardy is jejune now: naïve knight
finds ogres out-of-date and dragons unheard
of, while blasé princesses indict
tilts at terror as downright absurd.
The beast in Jamesian grove will never jump,
compelling hero’s dull career to crisis;
and when insouciant angels play God’s trump,
while bored arena crowds for once look eager,
hoping toward havoc, neither pleas nor prizes
shall coax from doom’s blank door lady or tiger.
March 4th, 2007
|08:07 pm - epiphany|
this journal doesn't do me justice. not at all.
Current Mood: amused
February 15th, 2007
|04:08 am - hem hem|
it appears bran has poofed.
January 26th, 2007
|10:19 pm - my journal makes me feel like i can tell people things|
the other day i was walking down the road, when i met a talking tortoise. i said hello, and he said hello back. that's how i knew he was a talking tortoise, and not just a regular tortoise.
i said, "dear mr. tortoise! it is so utterly frigid out-of-doors; i dearsay a small animal like you should be at home where it is safe and warm!"
he replied to me, "kind miss human, i am a tortoise: i am always at home!"
i then shared my sandwich with him. it was tunafish.
after we had finished our sandwich, i regarded him once again.
"mr. tortoise," i began, "i do wonder if you could assist me."
the tortoise replied, "i shall do whatever i am capable of doing."
and i said, "i need a friend."
the talking tortoise was very capable of assisting me. i made a friend.
and that is the story of how i met mr. tortoise.
Current Mood: chipper
December 30th, 2006
January 2nd, 2006