Christmas I Remember
Vacant left abandoned on the side of the roadA family of three sleeping together within this cold
Rust encased Gran Prix, a canine as the heater
This Christmas I remember
So much for daily entries! I've been sick in bed for three days. Here are the cough syrup-fueled results:
1/2 Song for a Shy Girl
Midnight shows up with a thousand lost things:
the black rat on the fencepost,
a flickering street light,
you in your room--
A seed in a stone husk
set below the moon.
1/3 Owl Catches Fish
This is an ode to claw-grazed water
to the parting of the scales
to an open heart,
like an old vaudevillian,
beating its cold, fishy tune for an audience
who's only interested in the snack bar.
1/4 Long Night in the Tourette's Ward
Tick. Tock. Tic.
1/2 Song for a Shy Girl
Midnight shows up with a thousand lost things:
the black rat on the fencepost,
a flickering street light,
you in your room--
A seed in a stone husk
set below the moon.
1/3 Owl Catches Fish
This is an ode to claw-grazed water
to the parting of the scales
to an open heart,
like an old vaudevillian,
beating its cold, fishy tune for an audience
who's only interested in the snack bar.
1/4 Long Night in the Tourette's Ward
Tick. Tock. Tic.
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Do you use the same one every year?
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crazy
Hello! I'm new the community and I'm so happy to have found it! :)
Anyway, I have a very important question that I was hoping you guys can answer!
My school environmental club is having a bakesale on Tuesday and since its a "School Club Fair" , there are going to be many clubs with food there and we want to stand out. We're stuck on what to make in regards to eco-friendly sweets. Does anyone have any tips/recipes on making Eco Friendly sweets? Not just sweets, just stuff you can sell in a bakesale! :D
And we wanted to pass out some fliers that show the locations of local farmers markets and such as well. Does anyone have any tips on the best way to go about this? What other things should we inform our student body about?
Thanks in advance!
Anyway, I have a very important question that I was hoping you guys can answer!
My school environmental club is having a bakesale on Tuesday and since its a "School Club Fair" , there are going to be many clubs with food there and we want to stand out. We're stuck on what to make in regards to eco-friendly sweets. Does anyone have any tips/recipes on making Eco Friendly sweets? Not just sweets, just stuff you can sell in a bakesale! :D
And we wanted to pass out some fliers that show the locations of local farmers markets and such as well. Does anyone have any tips on the best way to go about this? What other things should we inform our student body about?
Thanks in advance!
1/1
Felinity
I found him, afterward,
a brilliant mess of claw-combed feathers--
a rough brush, evidence
of impatient hunger.
All reddened whiskers
and emerald squint,
you ascend the rock wall like a jury box,
climbing above my garden and guilt.
We are gifting and gifted,
irrespective of fur tones
and table manners.
I bend
to see the brightness of the body,
ink black eyes with the light pouring out,
the things the dust has dulled.
I am afraid of my stomach,
of the rumbling insistence hiding
behind the smooth machinery of bones,
of the garden and the wall.
So don't come after me,
mouth full of the taste of sparrows.
I had nine lives
before you ever came around.
Felinity
I found him, afterward,
a brilliant mess of claw-combed feathers--
a rough brush, evidence
of impatient hunger.
All reddened whiskers
and emerald squint,
you ascend the rock wall like a jury box,
climbing above my garden and guilt.
We are gifting and gifted,
irrespective of fur tones
and table manners.
I bend
to see the brightness of the body,
ink black eyes with the light pouring out,
the things the dust has dulled.
I am afraid of my stomach,
of the rumbling insistence hiding
behind the smooth machinery of bones,
of the garden and the wall.
So don't come after me,
mouth full of the taste of sparrows.
I had nine lives
before you ever came around.
1. Testing Limits
Just how far can you take this?
How deep into skin and flesh
can you slice before you stop, gasp?
How long can you go sleeplessly
before you collapse on the bed,
hair splayed, unmoving, sick?
Just how much of yourself
can you incinerate and still exist?
How much of you is excess,
useless bits that you can carve away?
How small a shape can you whittle
yourself down to if you learn
to deny yourself everything, every day?
Try it. You can so easily
grasp all the answers
that you crave.
Just let yourself stand
on tiptoes at the very edge,
now rocking forward, now rocking back.
Just how far can you take this?
How deep into skin and flesh
can you slice before you stop, gasp?
How long can you go sleeplessly
before you collapse on the bed,
hair splayed, unmoving, sick?
Just how much of yourself
can you incinerate and still exist?
How much of you is excess,
useless bits that you can carve away?
How small a shape can you whittle
yourself down to if you learn
to deny yourself everything, every day?
Try it. You can so easily
grasp all the answers
that you crave.
Just let yourself stand
on tiptoes at the very edge,
now rocking forward, now rocking back.
and were famous
they just dont know it yet
hours and hours of time
and it hasnt gotten old yet
big eyes
we fall in luv everytime
pictures boats & ships;
n maybe instead of being angry
some ppl implode
but that woman in frisco told us we were beautiful
so we wear our hearts on our sleeve aparently
and we were born from the sea;
a lifer sence
we knew what eyes were meant for
you have to know
how brilliant they can explode
in strands of midnite western stars
shooting water and steam
your iris blue green
and hair like those sunset fields
they just dont know it yet
hours and hours of time
and it hasnt gotten old yet
big eyes
we fall in luv everytime
pictures boats & ships;
n maybe instead of being angry
some ppl implode
but that woman in frisco told us we were beautiful
so we wear our hearts on our sleeve aparently
and we were born from the sea;
a lifer sence
we knew what eyes were meant for
you have to know
how brilliant they can explode
in strands of midnite western stars
shooting water and steam
your iris blue green
and hair like those sunset fields
When all the trees have been cut down,
When all the animals have been hunted,
When all the waters are polluted,
When all the air is unsafe to breathe,
Only then will you discover you cannot eat money.
Cree Prophesy
If you look at native american philosophy or just read about native americans, even in fiction, you will see that they said things like this all the time... Not necessarily posting for commentary, but just think about it.
When all the animals have been hunted,
When all the waters are polluted,
When all the air is unsafe to breathe,
Only then will you discover you cannot eat money.
Cree Prophesy
If you look at native american philosophy or just read about native americans, even in fiction, you will see that they said things like this all the time... Not necessarily posting for commentary, but just think about it.
A family of three sleeping together within this cold
Rust encased Gran Prix, a canine as the heater
This Christmas I remember
i have too many fantasies
procrastination aside,
i have too much brain to think
about what i want so i
am never really sure
which is the cure, the remedy,
which is the poison,
and which one i prefer,
in the end.
i look at you and i think that
you are pretty
so in my head your hair is still grey
and your mouth a thin line
but your eyes, they only focus on me
and oh, your body
i am honest, i just close my eyes
and i tell you that this is what i see
a fantasy
or many other vivid dreams
confuse my head
my body knows what it wants
but my mind longs for what?
poison, remedy,
neither, both,
fantasies involving you on top,
underneath,
or involved in a platonic experiment
where all we do is talk?
but that’s already real life to me
you know what they say about scorpio’s
repressed sexuality
escalates into vivid fantasy
imagine that
so, procrastination aside
i have too much brain
to decide whether or not
i want the fantasy to come to life
procrastination aside,
i have too much brain to think
about what i want so i
am never really sure
which is the cure, the remedy,
which is the poison,
and which one i prefer,
in the end.
i look at you and i think that
you are pretty
so in my head your hair is still grey
and your mouth a thin line
but your eyes, they only focus on me
and oh, your body
i am honest, i just close my eyes
and i tell you that this is what i see
a fantasy
or many other vivid dreams
confuse my head
my body knows what it wants
but my mind longs for what?
poison, remedy,
neither, both,
fantasies involving you on top,
underneath,
or involved in a platonic experiment
where all we do is talk?
but that’s already real life to me
you know what they say about scorpio’s
repressed sexuality
escalates into vivid fantasy
imagine that
so, procrastination aside
i have too much brain
to decide whether or not
i want the fantasy to come to life
Or has anyone else noticed that since going green became a "fad" that compact Fluorescent bulbs have a MUCH SHORTER LIFE.
back in the way back machine when i first started buying them they cost 40 bucks a piece but lasted for 7 to 10 years. i moved three times before my first set died. now they are cheaper to buy but only seem to last a year or two at most... what the heck is up with that...
back in the way back machine when i first started buying them they cost 40 bucks a piece but lasted for 7 to 10 years. i moved three times before my first set died. now they are cheaper to buy but only seem to last a year or two at most... what the heck is up with that...
When you're getting what you ask for but can't ask for what you need,
When you trade prevention's ounce away to gain a fleshy pound,
When what started out as prudence has begun to feel like greed,
And the triumph that you prayed
For isn't worth the price you paid,
And you're feeling loosely held but tightly bound…
Now's the time to take a closer look at what you've found,
'Cuz now is when the chorus comes around.
When you trade prevention's ounce away to gain a fleshy pound,
When what started out as prudence has begun to feel like greed,
And the triumph that you prayed
For isn't worth the price you paid,
And you're feeling loosely held but tightly bound…
Now's the time to take a closer look at what you've found,
'Cuz now is when the chorus comes around.
So the rival for your power is imprisoned in a tower and you're ruler of the dower of your beaten bride,
But the heir that you've invested all your hopes in has been bested and your faith is being tested 'cause he's gone and died,
And poor John can't win a vict'ry 'cuz he's foolish, vain, and sickly, Geoff is sneaky, Rick's a prickly would-be regicide
Who is tight with royal Frenchmen and his mother's loyal henchman and his brothers on the bench manipulate his pride!
But the heir that you've invested all your hopes in has been bested and your faith is being tested 'cause he's gone and died,
And poor John can't win a vict'ry 'cuz he's foolish, vain, and sickly, Geoff is sneaky, Rick's a prickly would-be regicide
Who is tight with royal Frenchmen and his mother's loyal henchman and his brothers on the bench manipulate his pride!
Fear is denying the truth
depression is helping me forget
while my potential is faintly pulsing inside my chest
lies counter last night's courage
Iron eyes hide the pain
Redemption is discouraged by
the memories that remain
Still lost in a bubble
with no end in sight
comfortable in darkness
afraid of the light
p.s. feedback is love
depression is helping me forget
while my potential is faintly pulsing inside my chest
lies counter last night's courage
Iron eyes hide the pain
Redemption is discouraged by
the memories that remain
Still lost in a bubble
with no end in sight
comfortable in darkness
afraid of the light
p.s. feedback is love
it is like two people talking with full mouths
and purposely empty eyes
it is like the dog that barks
but never bites
it is like the bird that sings
in an unfamiliar language
it is like hands that touch you
but eyes that never see through
it is like ears that sharpen
but do not seem to listen
you desire recognition
but people barely seem to give you
more than the superficial part
of their time of day
but you yourself cannot see
how you are caught in your own deception
of what they seem to say
and purposely empty eyes
it is like the dog that barks
but never bites
it is like the bird that sings
in an unfamiliar language
it is like hands that touch you
but eyes that never see through
it is like ears that sharpen
but do not seem to listen
you desire recognition
but people barely seem to give you
more than the superficial part
of their time of day
but you yourself cannot see
how you are caught in your own deception
of what they seem to say
Hello there, I'm doing a small survey for a journalism class on climate change, and was wondering if you had time, if you wouldn't mind anwsering a few questins? I really appreciate your imput, and if this isn't allowed here, please feel free to delete it!
How do you feel about the recent news about the stolen emails regarding climate change? Did the news change your opinion on the issue?
Do you think the media “over reports” or hypes up the issue of global warming? Do you believe to be as important as it is often reported?
Do you think “going green” has become a trend? Do you think companies take advantage of it as a marketing strategy?
What do you do, if anything, to lesser you carbon footprint/make the world “greener”?
Thanks again!
How do you feel about the recent news about the stolen emails regarding climate change? Did the news change your opinion on the issue?
Do you think the media “over reports” or hypes up the issue of global warming? Do you believe to be as important as it is often reported?
Do you think “going green” has become a trend? Do you think companies take advantage of it as a marketing strategy?
What do you do, if anything, to lesser you carbon footprint/make the world “greener”?
Thanks again!
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Like there's something greater,
That you had once upon a time?
There's something missing.
Sometimes I feel,
Like I don't belong,
In this lifetime,
Sometimes I feel,
Like I loved before,
With such greatness,
It hurt.
Sometimes I feel,
I've left someone behind,
But who?
Who are you?
Are you the one ive waited for my whole life?
Sometimes I try to close that feeling,
Lock it away,
But I cant.
I feel you looking for me,
But where do I begin to look for you?
Have you ever fell inlove with someone that wasn't there?
Were are you..................
Why can't life be easier?
I've tried as hard as i could to stop the hurt, the hurt that i cause people unknowingly.
But i don't seem to be able to get it right.
If i could find away to fix myself,
i would do it not just for you, but others as well.
I'm so tired of fixing things that i've caused.
Why am i always the one to fix things?
Why is everything always my fault?
Am i honestly that hard of a person to be around?
If i knew the answers to these questions, i would be a better person.
But no one has answered them,
And i find that i question myself even more.
Why are people friends with me?
I don't understand what people find so appealing about me.
Maybe someone will come forward and tell me.
I'm dying to know.
Why is life so hard?
One question that will never be answered.
I've tried as hard as i could to stop the hurt, the hurt that i cause people unknowingly.
But i don't seem to be able to get it right.
If i could find away to fix myself,
i would do it not just for you, but others as well.
I'm so tired of fixing things that i've caused.
Why am i always the one to fix things?
Why is everything always my fault?
Am i honestly that hard of a person to be around?
If i knew the answers to these questions, i would be a better person.
But no one has answered them,
And i find that i question myself even more.
Why are people friends with me?
I don't understand what people find so appealing about me.
Maybe someone will come forward and tell me.
I'm dying to know.
Why is life so hard?
One question that will never be answered.
- Mood:
gloomy - Music:Last to Know by Three Days Grace
Url: http://www.andyfraser.com
Sound: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=63qIoGpnr
Los Angeles, CA - December 8, 2009 - Hannah Fraser, along with her sister Jasmine Fraser who both now work with their activist Rock N' Roll icon father Andy Fraser, is seen swimming with a giant whale pod in Fraser 's latest music video release "This is the Big One". The new song and video was produced to bring awareness of the urgent message of 'climate change' effecting the planet.
Rarely seen in the wild, footage in the video was captured during the filming of Hannah swimming with whales in Tonga, VAVA'U Island. "They were so incredibly graceful.. and it is such an amazing feeling when they are curious about us puny humans.. and decide to spend some time with us. It really drives home how insanely bizarre it is that anyone could kill these magnificent creatures", said Hannah.
View the video This is the Big One at:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=63qIoGpn
Andy Fraser has contributed the song This is the Big One, as a worldwide copyright free download, for fellow activists to upload their event videos or pictures, post on YouTube, and win prizes, including an autographed custom guitar.
For complete details of the competition visit http://www.andyfraser.com/MakeADifferen
I fell asleep on a bus stop bench and I immediately started dreaming…
I found myself standing on the median strip of a busy boulevard.
Naked; I tried to shield my shame.
People screamed, “Put some clothes on asshole!” at me.
Women scoffed, children laughed and pointed.
Cars motorcycles and buses rushed by, moving in two directions.
I tried to shield my shame but they ridiculed this even more.
Their laughter was psychotic and my humiliation complete.
I hid the book behind me lest someone see it.
Some drawings fell out.
A lizard man yelled, “Hey look! He fancies himself an artist!”
The crowd laughed psychotically.
The Hyena woman snatched the book from me and held it up
For the gathering-snarling-drooling crowd to view and make fun of.
I felt so angry that I couldn’t breathe.
I tried to scream FUCK YOU!
But nothing came out.
I felt like I was glowing florescent in a black and white world.
In the next moment, I awoke to the bus arriving and I staggered aboard as though nothing had happened.
I put my straight face back on and rode the bus to my stop.
It was just another day in the life of an ordinary man.
ambient_1 © 2009
I found myself standing on the median strip of a busy boulevard.
Naked; I tried to shield my shame.
People screamed, “Put some clothes on asshole!” at me.
Women scoffed, children laughed and pointed.
Cars motorcycles and buses rushed by, moving in two directions.
I tried to shield my shame but they ridiculed this even more.
Their laughter was psychotic and my humiliation complete.
I hid the book behind me lest someone see it.
Some drawings fell out.
A lizard man yelled, “Hey look! He fancies himself an artist!”
The crowd laughed psychotically.
The Hyena woman snatched the book from me and held it up
For the gathering-snarling-drooling crowd to view and make fun of.
I felt so angry that I couldn’t breathe.
I tried to scream FUCK YOU!
But nothing came out.
I felt like I was glowing florescent in a black and white world.
In the next moment, I awoke to the bus arriving and I staggered aboard as though nothing had happened.
I put my straight face back on and rode the bus to my stop.
It was just another day in the life of an ordinary man.
ambient_1 © 2009
- Music:Life In A Glass House-Radiohead-Amnesiac
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