shitokoff
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My self-summary
Joni Mitchell --Dream Flat Tires
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iRv73_B7sVI
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My life closed twice before its close—
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me

So huge, so hopeless to conceive
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell. ~emily dickinson
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“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.”
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If you know who wrote the above line I will probably want to marry you!
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One day I was thinking about the people I’ve met – specifically, the really strange ones. The more I thought about them, the more I realized that they were like me: free, uncompromising, boldly displaying their strengths, and unashamed of their weaknesses.

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Daddy -- Sylvia Plath ( from Ariel)
You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.
Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time——
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one gray toe
Big as a Frisco seal
And a head in the freakish Atlantic
Where it pours bean green over blue
In the waters off beautiful Nauset.
I used to pray to recover you.
Ach, du.
In the German tongue, in the Polish town
Scraped flat by the roller
Of wars, wars, wars.
But the name of the town is common.
My Polack friend
Says there are a dozen or two.
So I never could tell where you
Put your foot, your root,
I never could talk to you.
The tongue stuck in my jaw.
It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every German was you.
And the language obscene
An engine, an engine
Chuffing me off like a Jew.
A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.
I began to talk like a Jew.
I think I may well be a Jew.
The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna
Are not very pure or true.
With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck
And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
I may be a bit of a Jew.
I have always been scared of you,
With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.
And your neat mustache
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You——
Not God but a swastika
So black no sky could squeak through.
Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you.
You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man who
Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.
But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue.
And then I knew what to do.
I made a model of you,
A man in black with a Meinkampf look
And a love of the rack and the screw.
And I said I do, I do.
So daddy, I’m finally through.
The black telephone’s off at the root,
The voices just can’t worm through.
If I’ve killed one man, I’ve killed two——
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.
There’s a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I’m through.
What I’m doing with my life
Recipe of the day : Tomato Rice Soup

Cook a few cloves of chopped garlic with chopped onion, celery, parsley and carrot in abundant olive oil until the onion is translucent.

Add 1/2 cup white or brown rice and cook, stirring, until fragrant, then add a bit of tomato paste; stir
I’m really good at
Add 4 cups vegetable stock or water and 2 cups of chopped fresh or canned tomatoes; bring to a boil and simmer until the rice is half-tender, about 10 minutes for white rice, 25 for brown.Add a cup of chopped collard greens and a little red wine and cook until the greens are tender, just a few minutes. Serve.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Italo Calvino
Wolf Alice
Joni MItchell
Frank O’Hara
Sylvia Plath
Emily Dickinson
The six things I could never do without
Winter Afternoons
Meanings
Tunes
Heavenly
Shadows
a certain Slant of light
Kink, BDSM ,Submissive, Switch , GGG , Fetlife P{rofile -- 3lan .
I spend a lot of time thinking about
My senses -- and yours too.
On a typical Friday night I am
Song (Is it dirty)
Frank O’Hara

Is it dirty
does it look dirty
that’s what you think of in the city

does it just seem dirty
that’s what you think of in the city
you don’t refuse to breathe do you

someone comes along with a very bad character
he seems attractive. is he really. yes. very
he’s attractive as his character is bad. is it. yes

that’s what you think of in the city
run your finger along your no-moss mind
that’s not a thought that’s soot

and you take a lot of dirt off someone
is the character less bad. no. it improves constantly
you don’t refuse to breathe do you
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I am getting the results of my voight - kampf test back today. Wish me luck !
You should message me if
For a good time visit me at : https://www.facebook.com/alan.schneider.73
Tell'em whitey said it was okay.
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