Call me Anna, she says, hoping they'll get the vague reference, but they never do, mainly because it's too obtuse, and partly because nobody really reads Moby Dick these days.
But it matters not, nothing ever does. She wears her hair swept up and her mind swept away. There are the remains of a meal speckled upon her collar and down the front of her top, but people make sure not to comment. It wouldn't be right, but that's for later.
First, call her Anna. Heroines always had such exciting names, she mourned, drowning in jealousy that she instantly hated them all. She embraced the plain out of spite, and insisted that people called her by her
.
Scalding bathes for Lolita
shake her body up.
And arsenic drinks,
the coroner thinks,
were responsible for the scars.
Now little mother spanish
and stoic papa cry.
Mourning and lamenting,
sister Nola dies -
of suicide, they say.
Two children in a day.
Another wake, funeral cake,
now everyone\'s asking why.
A week goes by
and Lorelai, their sitter in arrears,
confesses all:
\"When those children called
I wished that they would die!
So I bathed the youngest quiet,
after tepid poisoned tea,
and strung her sister,
Nola Whistler,
up on the willow tree.\"
.
Eliot talked of a man - who was not quite.
Of a man leaving through the tip of his umbrella,
exiting on that deepburied day,
all openings are one-way.
He'd never told them that.
Spoke Alice of her looking glass -
not a demure lobotomized Liddell,
but that staring girl, hair, black-shock, wild,
and done up like a beggar-child -
"What did you do with Dodgson?"
Here's a girl to set a story to,
sitting on un-marked leaves
fallen to yellow upon the ground
a cold wish of their's was found:
they did not let their larynx...
come friendly blondes and cut
your throats, they are -
"'T peroxide 's been here with me
since nineteen
Holas everybody.
I haff not been on in ages because I haff been aways away on 't other side pf the world, so forgive.
I came back and went on DaUk and Euro but no-one was on, it made me teh sad to be all wonely. I haff lots of new piccytures to submit so stay posted.
Luff you all.
I love it when websites give out little trials of what it would be like if only we could subscribe! There are so many options to chose from my brain feels slightly dazed.
Last day or term tomorrow [i]and[/i] I'm seeing Coldplay! W00t w00t :boogie: I am the most excited. Then on Saturday I shall be marching in the Make Poverty History march as its being held in my city (Edinburgh) and I'm a little hippie.
Peace and love to all you crazy people
Finally decided to write one of these things. Have today and tomorrow off and I am insanely bored, my friends are being lazy and wont go up town, so I'm stuck in the house with my mother for company, who (however lovely), is not much entertainment. :(
I want to take some photos but I hate taking them when other people are around, so that plans ruined. Darn you all for not being on chat! :shakefist:
:sing: Mass Destruction :sing:
Gotta love that song.