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( Apr. 29th, 2009 10:37 pm)
In honor of National Poetry Month (and for [livejournal.com profile] realpestilence ) I am posting a poem I really enjoyed reading this semester.

by Janice Harrington

And the mornings were cast iron.
The men's overalls, the women's hair,

and the nights were cast iron. The clatter
of kudzu leaves was the clatter of iron lids.

And the flies that settled wore cast-iron wings.
And the stench of the outhouse was a cast

iron stench, and the baby's cry fell heavy
as a frying pan. And the rain was cast iron,

each splat of gray a skillet lid, each spill
a kettle of potlikker.  Their beds were cast

iron and so too the thighs wrapped round
his hips and the way he shook and withered

out. The heat was cast iron, and the greasy
sun dripped its lard light against their skin,

sweat welling like water sprizzled on a hot
griddle. And their skin was cast iron,

and living was fatback, turned slowly
and browned, what you had to eat, even

if it wasn't the best.  And cast iron their sleep,
cast iron their throats and their jubilee.

If a man is paid eight cents for a pound
of cotton that is cast iron too.  If he leaves

for Detroit or Kansas City of Chicago, he'll pack
a cast-iron suitcase and fill it with cast iron.

And if he says, Things'll be bedda up here,
his smile will be seasoned an impermeable.

I also had the pleasure of seeing Harrington do a poetry reading, and she was rather interesting to watch (many of her poems use onomatopoeia, and she is very meticulous about her intonation.  And she often sings). 

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( Feb. 16th, 2007 09:41 am)
I stole this from [personal profile] cyn_ful who stole this from someone else... etc. etc.

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 103.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 2 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
6. Tag five people. Or not, it's entirely up to you.

"If you're looking to grab something, I can do better than pepper spray."


LOL... Joe Morelli stuck up on Stephanie, surprising her and she grabbed her pepper spray because she didn't know it was him.  If you think he's talking about what he's talking about (he's her... BF of sorts... when they aren't pissed at eachother), then yep... you are right.  What a totally perverted comment that this managed to be.... :-)  This is from 'Four to Score' by Janet Evanovich.  Great series... you should read it.  :-)  I'm already halfway through book 4, cause I'm rereading the whole series, and I just restarted it... 3 nights ago.  They are so addicting that you can't put them down. 

I'm not gonna tag 5 people though, cause I'm lazy.  I can't even get people to fill out my little quiz thingy about me!
Okay... so a friend had this quote up in her AIM profile... but NEITHER of us can remember where it is from. If you can point me in the right direction of the link (even story name and author would work), that would be awesome! It's driving me crazy!

The quote is this - “ Whatever I said that made you remove your hands. I take it back,” Draco said imperiously.

“ Okay, so what does that mean?”

“ Put your hands on my ass, Potter,” Draco said through gritted teeth.

Any help would be awesome! *throws candy hearts to you!*
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( Apr. 6th, 2006 09:57 pm)
I've just decided that I absolutely love these quotes!!! The author does an amazing job at describing things.

"You can’t hang on to your tadpole yoghurt for more than a minute or two." (and THAT would be another way to say 'shooting your load')

also... you have to love this one...

“What the hell does that say on the back of his t-shirt?” Blaise said, barely more than a whisper.

Draco had to clear his throat before the words came out. “I believe it says, ‘Fudge packing, crack smoking, Satan worshipping motherfucker’,” (in response to a t-shirt a veryyy sexy Harry is wearing)

and this...

It took him a worryingly, pathetically short amount of time to crash the yoghurt lorry (in response to finishing off his morning wood).

They are from 'Big Dick, Come Quick' by Calanthe. The 4th chapter (Part Four) probably has the single most delectible masterbation scene I've ever read... and I read ALOT. If nothing else... at least read the beginning of the 4th chapter for that!

Just thought I would share that... if you havent read the story... go here http://thehexfiles.net/viewstory.php?sid=3598 to read it. It's awesome!


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