To jellicles - because she loves my poms
in the crumbling blue cafe
the saddest laughed loudest
and the waiters stared hardest.
Some stood up and looked
for their faces in the mirror.
But no-one could find a teacup.
the saddest laughed loudest
and the waiters stared hardest.
Some stood up and looked
for their faces in the mirror.
But no-one could find a teacup.
posted by Finny Forever at 15:18
4 Comments:
i wish you'd talk to us instead of penning poems tho'...
i hereby call for a cat meet where i shall claw every one of you for being hounds.
-Finny
hey would suggest u read some straight foucault instead of just fantasy. like maybe a summary of 'Madness and Civilization' or more relevantly 'Birth of the Clinic'. just discovering it myself. does this sound bitchy and disturbed? also try and make it today evening - u wont believe it, but i need to shake you up and show you how agressive i can get over somethings very valid.
-Finny
finny, i am beginning to think that i took way too much liberties and said certain things that i probably shouldnt have...
i am sorry if i was out of line.
you dont have to show me that you can be aggressive. i can see that!! passive-aggressiveness can be a strength and a valid tool for deflecting unwanted strife.
i wish you well and trust that we are still fine.
altho'..i still think that you shouldnt be smoking. dont make me call your pal, mohankumar.
i think i feel this way mostly because my teachers were... mrs.padmanaban who always turned up smelling like jasmine and sandalwood...mrs.krishnamurthy who would go to tirupathy before our final exams and sing the virtues of the clean mountain air...mrs.ramadurai who taught us yoga..i met her a couple of years ago. she told me that i was talking too fast and that my breathing was laboured. there i was..imagining that i was in the best of my health..she heard me talk and declared that my breathing was too shallow. and told me that if i had any health issues, it should disappear if i started pranayama again. (and no, i didnt....altho' i probably should...)
i had no mrs.valencia. i cannot relate to how smoking can be glorified. i didnt turn out too bad..not ever picking up smoking...neither did you with the otherwise seemingly wonderful mrs.valencia.
altho' have you spoken to your lungs lately? or to the lungs of your second-hand-smoking friends?
the cigarette stick is poison. you are probably better off smoking a cigar. at least, the prohibitive cost would cause less damage to your lungs. not to mention the fact that you dont take the smoke into your lungs. marijuana, it's illegality not withstanding, is probably less addicting..altho' it does contain more tar than cigarettes...
lastly, i like foucault. never read the ones you mentioned. i read this ( http://www.iht.com/articles/2006/07/21/opinion/edeco.php) recently. Outlandish theories: Kings of the (hollow) world - Umberto Eco, The New York Times. Do take a looksie.
i am sorry again if i spoke too plainly or if i were too aggressive. please dont take it to heart. later.
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