tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54244812011-04-21T20:33:13.791-05:00Nice shoes, let's, um, hang out some time?Feel free to email me with questions/comments/concerns. My address is ivyqueenofsheeba@hotmail.com
I would love to hear from you.bethanynoreply@blogger.comBlogger551100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1085807393904443242004-05-29T00:02:00.000-05:002004-05-29T00:09:53.906-05:00So, it is done then. I am actually a highschool graduate now, and frankly, I like it. Oh it feels so very delicious to be done with that sillyness and finaly moving on to the big time: the University of Chicago. And can you imagine? Well, that will be a very long trip, but hopefully not one gone awry. I am not sad about leaving. Not a completely true statement, but then again, there is so bethanynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1080449213627532902004-03-27T22:46:00.000-06:002004-03-27T22:49:26.763-06:00
A Message Gone Awry
i overhear a man about my age say
"if not now, when?"
i wonder if he heard that first,
as i did, from peter marin,
with whom i taught at l.a. state
in 1964-65. he was right, of course,
some people postpone living in an endless
preparation for a life that leaks its fuel before it
fires from its launching pad.
prufrock, for instance, and john marcher.
newman's idea of a bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1080281121545130712004-03-26T00:05:00.000-06:002004-03-26T00:07:53.343-06:00Oh, for schools it will either be University of Chicago or University of Minnesota. I'm thinkin' Chicago...bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1080280272039133112004-03-25T23:51:00.000-06:002004-03-25T23:53:43.170-06:00Right, so welcome to spring everyone. I got my hair(s) cut on Tuesday night. Over ten inches gone, snippity snap. Just like that, all choreographed to the tunes of the softrock station they had playing over the speaker system. So yes, now I look like I am seven. A neat trick, and I will be sure to whip it out at opportune times in the future when I reach that inevitable age of desperation bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1077054140204094222004-02-17T15:42:00.000-06:002004-02-17T15:44:14.170-06:00Waving Good-Bye
I wanted to know what it was like before we
had voices and before we had bare fingers and before we
had minds to move us through our actions
and tears to help us over our feelings,
so I drove my daughter through the snow to meet her friend
and filled her car with suitcases and hugged her
as an animal would, pressing my forehead against her,
walking in circles, moaning, touchingbethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1074405371679225522004-01-17T23:56:00.000-06:002004-01-17T23:57:35.560-06:00Space being (don't forget to remember) Curved
(and that reminds me who said o yes Frost
Something there is which isn't fond of walls)
an electromagnetic (now Ive lost
the) Einstein expanded Newton's law preserved
conTinuum (but we read that beFore)
of Course life being just a Reflex you
know since Everything is Relative or
to sum it All Up god being Dead (not to
mention inTerred
LONG LIVE bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1070166107296229642003-11-29T22:21:00.000-06:002003-11-29T22:22:22.360-06:00I have realized that for the most part, I do not know most of my friends' favorite colors. I do not like that, not one bit. I mean, really, I should know what color connects to, well, (here comes some new-age-y spirit speak) their souls. And another thing that bothers me a bit is how things like ('little') favorites are often left out of biographies. I recently did a mini research project on bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1068956510708894522003-11-15T22:21:00.000-06:002003-11-15T22:27:38.280-06:00re·i·fy ( P ) Pronunciation Key (r-f, r-)
tr.v. re·i·fied, re·i·fy·ing, re·i·fies
To regard or treat (an abstraction) as if it had concrete or material existence.
It's the birthday of artist Georgia O'Keeffe, born in Sun Prairie, Wisconsin (1887). She's particularly well known for her giant paintings of flowers, though she once said, "I only paint them because they're cheaper bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1068336811897843922003-11-08T18:13:00.000-06:002003-11-08T18:13:29.836-06:00Well, well, well, here I am again, only one month (and then some) later. I am excited. I am happy. I am doing just fine and will weather the storms with grace. I have fallen in love with flamenco music and dance. I have a very important project for urban geography which I am desperately postponing. I am ready, I just feel that there are better things I should be doing...... like blogging...bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1065324745024828662003-10-04T22:32:00.000-05:002003-10-04T22:32:24.690-05:00Today, I had a very strange realization in a very not strange situation. The situation was choosing to work for a girl that I do not know tomorrow; only three hours, but I have somewhere else I should probably be for the last one of them. I knew this when I said I would work for her. The realization was that even seemingly minor decisions like this one can have a life long impact on the turn bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1065242827278918952003-10-04T20:47:00.000-05:002003-10-04T20:47:07.320-05:00Homecoming actually felt like it, finally. I went back to JM for the football game and I could have hardly wished for a better experience. Stunning, really, I spent most of it by the fence by myself. I shivered a whole lot, but it was the sincere shivering, not the "hmm, I think I am a bit chilled" shiver that is gone as soon as it arrives, no, no. This was the bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1064852316079980392003-09-29T11:18:00.000-05:002003-09-29T11:20:46.633-05:00Here are a few
Fall Haiku
For you
(Dear Grandma, here's
orange cheeks for
you. Love,
Willy)
Today I sniffle
And blow my nose a whole lot
Red nose like Rudolph
-- BenDaniels2112
Puddles on the street
Where were you two months ago
Wet rain cold and rainy
-- Rmc2fc
Summer shrinking fast
To late dawn and early dusk
Autumn growing back
-- Dkmchan
I am so glad that it is fall. bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1064029870376573872003-09-19T22:51:00.000-05:002003-09-19T22:51:09.796-05:00Ahoy, avast, and ARRRRrrrr mateys! I hope that all of ya's actively participated in 'International Talk like a Pirate Day'. If ye didn't then I swear by Blackbeard's (umm...) beard that I'll have the lot of yer scurvy hides walkin' me plank if I catches wind of it, savy?bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1064028279660594002003-09-19T22:24:00.000-05:002003-09-19T22:24:39.443-05:00Wowzas. How fast the weeks can fly. Mikey and I were speaking a few whiles back about whom in the dorm would be whom in Lewis Caroll's "Through the Looking Glass". He would be the mouse (twinkle, twinkle, little bat...) and I would probably best fit Alice. I definately feel as though I have fallen into wonderland, a whirl of new experiences and opportunities that I am for once taking, and bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1062877143970420092003-09-06T14:39:00.000-05:002003-09-06T14:39:03.896-05:00A new equation I discovered for myself over the past two weeks is thus: sleep (or the state of being well rested)= happiness. I have found that when I am not well rested, I enter into a very unhappy relm, thereby creating a very unhappy aura and in doing such, making others unhappy too, (I think). Either that or they just do not notice, which is the more likely case, or maybe they do notice, bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1062209758203672042003-08-29T21:15:00.000-05:002003-08-29T21:16:45.006-05:00" I think part of the difficulty is that there isn't yet a good theory of quantum gravity." -Craig Wiegertbethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1062209615258045462003-08-29T21:13:00.000-05:002003-08-29T21:13:49.416-05:00vir·tu·al ( P ) Pronunciation Key (vûrch-l)
adj.
Existing or resulting in essence or effect though not in actual fact, form, or name: the virtual extinction of the buffalo.
Existing in the mind, especially as a product of the imagination. Used in literary criticism of a text.
Computer Science. Created, simulated, or carried on by means of a computer or computer network: virtual bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1062209456377817402003-08-29T21:10:00.000-05:002003-08-29T21:10:56.406-05:00One week down. I think that this will be and excellent adventure. Not this blog, but this school year. I have some big decisions to make (some foreseen and some otherwise). We'll just have to wait and see how that all goes (keep your fingers crossed ladys and germs). Should prove... fun? entertaining? exhilerating? entrancing? enticing? extremely rockin'? One can only hope.
bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1061600459667864892003-08-22T20:00:00.000-05:002003-08-22T20:00:59.733-05:00I feel like I have been an uninformed participant in a frighteningly well orchestrated magic trick. It is like I have not really moved from where I was two weeks ago, but someone snatched the 'table cloth of time' from right beneith my feet and I only now am just feeling the resulting tremor that the dishes must feel. It is fairly unsettling, how fast I did not really notice time going past, bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1061432177102657432003-08-20T21:16:00.000-05:002003-08-22T19:48:17.990-05:00The other day at work I played a modified version of hide-and-seek with two rambunctious youngsters. I made no effort to muffle my giggles, fore it had been so long since the last time I had laughed like that. I wanted to remember what it sounded like, and to reassure myself that it was real, because these two girls could hardly have chosen a more opportune time to play, it was just all too bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1060912723219450312003-08-14T20:58:00.000-05:002003-08-14T21:03:11.270-05:00I do not want any more answers. I want a question.bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-10609115660270962003-08-14T20:39:00.000-05:002003-08-14T20:43:54.283-05:00so this is what I am reduced to. I need a change, and school can only start none too soon.bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1060904894481876102003-08-14T18:48:00.000-05:002003-08-14T18:52:43.720-05:00LXXI.
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
When I bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1060535930220402842003-08-10T12:18:00.000-05:002003-08-10T12:18:50.210-05:00Surprise surprise, I survived the BWCAW. There and almost back but gone again. I think that I have been away from home for about three weeks, or at least that is what it will be when I finally return tomorrow, and I do not know if I have ever been more ready for it. I only have thirteen days (a week and then almost a week) before I go back to school, and I find it challenging to not utterly bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1059848253564861452003-08-02T13:17:00.000-05:002003-08-02T13:17:33.606-05:00Happy second day of August to you all! Two of my roses are blooming and the college search is becoming more frantic (in other words, I started looking for more of them yesterday, do you know how few colleges in the midwest have decent astrophysics, astronomy/physics programs?...because I would sure like to, it would make my part of this whole business easier...), so I especially hate to leave, bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1059761218093525922003-08-01T13:06:00.000-05:002003-08-02T13:12:37.590-05:00Right-o then, I just recently arrived home from my South Dakota travels with only (hardly) enough time to do a bit of typing (seen here) and unpacking to be followed by repacking and bay bread cooking, fore tomorrow I am off to do more repacking (with Lisa and Claire) before we leave for our little excursion to the boundry waters on Sunday. I am looking forward to putting off more things until bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1059760110063138772003-08-01T12:48:00.000-05:002003-08-01T12:48:30.110-05:00This one goes out to John Hanson, a crazycool cat who undoubtedly knows where it's at.
A Pretty Good Beginning
Bright Hopes Come True
As We Walk Downtown
Smiling And Laughing Happily
Friendship And Exhaustion Collide
We Celebrate The Day
A Two Year Wait
A Distant Dream Is Born
We Eat And Drink Til We’re Full
And Pay For Ourselves
With Everything We Have For The Day
We Sit Down Excited
Listen bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1058971667613489762003-07-23T09:47:00.000-05:002003-07-23T09:47:47.613-05:00well all of ya's, it is off into the great wide world (South Dakota baby, YEAH), that is, we will be off just as soon as we get everything in order (in other words, not until sometime [much] later this afternoon). I do not know how accessable the world wide web will be for me where I am going, but I will try my darndest to at least post as often as possible... bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1058971188788366902003-07-23T09:39:00.000-05:002003-07-30T22:16:31.360-05:00 And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love lives
On lollipops and crisps
Just don't leave
Don't leave
-radioheadbethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1058646789215411822003-07-19T15:33:00.000-05:002003-07-19T15:33:09.266-05:00connie, I hope you read this, because I do not have any other way to contact you. I am going to shoot the katemiester an email and such asking for your address and such, but I thought that it would probably be faster if you emailed me with your contact information.
In other news, I just purchased my first very own tent. It spaciously sleeps two (and I do not think that three would be a bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1058325692934612232003-07-15T22:21:00.000-05:002004-03-26T00:05:40.966-06:00I was sad to discover that it only took about three times for me to become immune to the 'sudden drop, heart-in-throat-stomach-taking-the-heart's-place' feeling that I had initially gotten from the 'Wild Thing'. Almost disappointing, but considering the insane-take-your-money-and-run admission fee, I could not afford to not have the time of my life. Which was not had anyway, but I tried. I bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1058069675558840172003-07-12T23:14:00.000-05:002003-07-12T23:21:05.850-05:00how quickly a slow week can pass.
"do we care?" "oh yes, of course you do." "I suppose it is good to be reminded sometimes..."
one can try to forget for so long, but after a few long whiles one forgets to forget, and then everything to be forgotten slowly fades, only to be rejuvinated (reconstituted) by unexpected reminders or some such memory sparking hoopla.
so really, why bother?
to bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1057639137136497542003-07-07T23:38:00.000-05:002003-07-07T23:38:57.180-05:00I view room-rearranging/cleaning/goingthroughpracticallyeverythingyouown as turning over a new (and dusty beyond all reason) leaf. It leaves me, when all is said and done with a feeling of vague satisfaction, but more over, a feeling of anticipation for the mess that is to come, only to be cleaned up next summer. But that will be a years worth of clutter; memories, letters, photos, poems, booksbethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1057638063831640042003-07-07T23:21:00.000-05:002003-07-07T23:21:03.890-05:00do you ever not feel like you? or maybe do you ever not feel like feeling like you?
that is the best way to describe my summer thus far. not like it has been a bad thing necessarily, but it has just been weird like that.bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1057465356955952622003-07-05T23:22:00.000-05:002004-03-26T00:06:52.793-06:00If I were to take a dark skinned lover, I would buy him golden brown bed clothes. This way, when we would make love it would be my toasted marshmallow melting into his milk chocolate and we would be complimented perfectly, held together but not overwhelmed, by his graham cracker sheets.bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1057296172988493582003-07-04T00:22:00.000-05:002003-07-04T00:22:53.116-05:00and my country tis of thee
to take shots at each other on prime time tv
why don't you just go ahead and turn off the sun
'cause we'll never live long enough to
undo everything they've done to you
undo everything they've done to you
they caught the last poor man
flying away in a shiny red cape
and they brought him down to the station
and they said "boy you should know better
than to try and bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1057036419588555242003-07-01T00:13:00.000-05:002003-07-01T00:14:15.286-05:00hmm, 17 years and a little more than a day, so long and yet so short a time. Amazing how the seconds tic by, but wait for sixty of them and you already have got yourself a minute, and then after waiting for merely sixty of them you have (or more like have no longer) got an hour and if you wait for 24 of them, that gives you a day already and then after only seven of them, you wind up with a weekbethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1056701779969084492003-06-27T03:16:00.000-05:002003-06-27T03:16:19.996-05:00I am not so much a social person; I am simply curious.bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1056606460924177212003-06-26T00:47:00.000-05:002003-06-26T00:47:40.810-05:00Hell Yeah
life is a b movie
it's stupid and it's strange
a directionless story
and the dialogue is lame
but in the he said she said
sometimes there's some poetry
if you turn your back long enough
and let it happen naturally
oh, yeah
hell yeah
i got a face like a limp handshake
hair like an accident scene
i've been waking up slowly
savoring the same old dream
and somewhere between
the folds of bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1056387830840470332003-06-23T12:03:00.000-05:002003-06-23T12:03:50.813-05:00CRIMSON
CRIMSON is the slow smolder of the cigar end I hold,
Gray is the ash that stiffens and covers all silent the fire.
(A great man I know is dead and while he lies in his
coffin a gone flame I sit here in cumbering shadows
and smoke and watch my thoughts come and go.)
-Carl Sandburg
TWO
MEMORY of you is . . . a blue spear of flower.
I cannot remember the name of it.
bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1056260215647526552003-06-22T00:36:00.000-05:002003-06-22T00:37:19.860-05:00um, yeah, so, huh, I guess it has, well, been a while. but I guess 'that kind of thing happens when you're with me' sortofkindof in any case...
happy first (well, second, actually) day of summer.
this one goes out to all of you who live backwards:
"Age Six Racer"
So long sweet summer,
I stumbled upon you and gracefully basked in your rays.
So long sweet slumber.
I fell into you now you're bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1055522359498976592003-06-13T11:39:00.000-05:002003-06-13T11:39:19.373-05:00Note to self: when having to say 'goodbye' be as late as possible. (as in be running late so all one has time for is a big hug, maybe a little tearing up, and a "I'll call you when I get there")bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1055485828851309472003-06-13T01:30:00.000-05:002003-06-13T11:34:37.583-05:00but sentiments like shadows grow
oh so long
guess i gotta go
don't get up
don't cry
it's really very simple
just kiss my cheek and say goodbye
i never really go anywhere anyway
i just pass through from time to time
bye bye baby
baby bye bye
maybe i'll see you
next time i'm in town
maybe when i'm through
falling off the face of the earth
i'll come back around
you know i love to come back around
bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1055401436326355582003-06-12T02:03:00.000-05:002003-06-12T13:58:07.160-05:00'What day is it?' I have asked that question more that I would like to admit in the past six days and usually am still surprised with the answer.
"Time is for dragonflys and angels: the former live too little and the latter live too long" - The Thirteen Clocks by James Thurberbethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1055312456565167362003-06-11T01:20:00.000-05:002003-06-11T01:21:04.466-05:00For all of you traveling to France, (or those of you who will visit there at one point or another in your lives) watch for falling tourists (generally of the suicidal persuasion)!bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1055307596649291042003-06-10T23:59:00.000-05:002003-06-11T00:02:08.103-05:00[insert sentimental ditherings about saying 'see you not-very-soon' to true friends and how unpleasent it is here]bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1055188948944664162003-06-09T15:02:00.000-05:002003-06-09T15:03:10.910-05:00I really dislike mowing the lawn. Nosomuch because it is tedious, or because it requires more than a little bit of effort, and I must say that I truly enjoy the outside aspect of it. The part that ruins the whole thing for me is that I feel like I am (or could be, at least) destroying many creatures homes/selves. That has always (and probably always will) bothered me. That and the noise bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1055103780118827182003-06-08T15:23:00.000-05:002003-06-08T15:24:43.436-05:00"Of all the strange things that Alice saw in her journey Through The Looking-Glass, this was the one that she always remembered most clearly. Years afterwards she could bring the whole scene back again, as if it had been only yesterday--the mild blue eyes and kindly smile of the Knight--the setting sun gleaming through his hair, and shining on his armour in a blaze of light that quite dazzled herbethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1055032723176029272003-06-07T19:38:00.000-05:002003-06-07T19:38:43.923-05:00I can hardly wait for the ACTs next weekend. Today, Hill and I had a crazyrockin'sweetlesbianlovemaking time with the SATs and we will be doing it all again (in spirit at least... tear) with the ACTs. It is amazingly easy to convince yourself of somethings sometimes. Unfortunately not all things most of the time, but you know, what fun would that be anyway? I belive that a firm grip on one's bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1054962279127848442003-06-07T00:04:00.000-05:002003-06-07T00:05:00.440-05:00wow, amazing how good time can fly. I had a really great time tonight (back home, met up with the Con-miester to pick up some goods [you know, 'goods'] {actually just her calculator for the, drumroll please, SAT that I am taking today! Da da!} and while Hill [here with me because she is taking the, wait for it, SAT today as well, and in the same location, so it follows] Connie and myself were bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1054414931613246892003-05-31T16:02:00.000-05:002003-05-31T16:07:36.890-05:00I guess you live and learn (if you are paying attention), you make different choices the next time around, but you also have to consider that people change and that you change as well.
I tried to post some Langston Hughes on thursday, but apparently that fell through. But now I know that I was doing something wrong. Guess and check was, however, never my problem-solving-technique-of-choice (debethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1054045193143016882003-05-27T09:19:00.000-05:002003-05-27T09:19:53.530-05:00there are so many tictoc
clocks everywhere telling people
what toctic time it is for
tictic instance five toc minutes toc
past six tic
Spring is not regulated and does
not get out of order nor do
its hands a little jerking move
over numbers slowly
we do not
wind it up it has no weights
springs wheels inside of
its slender self no indeed dear
nothing of the bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1054008553390915342003-05-26T23:09:00.000-05:002003-05-26T23:30:35.640-05:00I guess I was not supposed to post the splendid little paragraph that I had just spent a good, oh, half hour on. Story of my life, what can I say. Let me tell you though, it was great. And then it was dessert for my mutt computer (nothing against mutts, mind you, but quite 'litterally' my computer is probably part everything but mac). Oh well, I will have to let bygones be bygones and maybe bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1053926036090717782003-05-26T00:13:00.000-05:002003-05-26T00:16:18.650-05:00Please never resist the urge to catnap; stretch out in the sun and simply soak up the solar energy. Thaw, not melt. Also, enjoy old people while you can. Always put in the effort to see your favorite flowers, even if you are uncertain if they are blooming or not. It is worth it, especially if it is nice out. Siblings and friends make the greatest pillows, and are also good for leaning (on).bethanynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424481.post-1053841755288285562003-05-25T00:49:00.000-05:002003-05-25T10:39:12.043-05:00Prelude
into the strenuous briefness
Life:
handorgans and April
darkness,friends
i charge laughing.
Into the hair-thin tints
of yellow dawn,
into the women-coloured twilight
i smilingly
glide. I
into the big vermillion departure
swim,sayingly;
(Do you think?)the
i do,world
is probably made
of roses & hello:
(of solongs and,ashes)
- e.e cummingsbethanynoreply@blogger.com0