INDULGENCE

“Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of its trouble, attempts what is above its strength, pleads no excuse for impossibility, for it thinks all things are lawful for itself and all things are possible.”

- Thomas A. Kempis

quote of the day

"No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks."

- Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

has it really been that long?

i'm quite ashamed to admit to the fact that i've actually thought about how horrible it is that i'vent blogged in a while. since when did blogging (or doing anything as a matter of fact) become something that you feel bad for not doing. it's kinda that feeling you get when you've been good going to the gym for 3 weeks in a row and then you don't go for a week. you feel awful, well at least i do. fuck it though not gonna waste energy on writing things that doesn't matter and everyone already knows.

now, why did i choose this picture?

valentines day (tomorrow)

disappointed

so things really didn't happen the way we both planed it. as always the weather stopped us from being together. you are still my valentine though, and will always be.

i'm really gonna try to be good today and clean my room since i've got a horrible sneeze that wont stop and when i looked under the bed i found the cause of it. there are so much shit and dust on my floor that i doubt that even the cats wants to come into my room right now. got to get myself together and clean this mess.

so i'll be with you next week instead. i can't wait cause i can't stop picturing you in my head and thinking about looking into your eyes and hold your hand. i'm still your valentine and i love you with all my heart.

/E

preparing for a weekend in the city

well it is valentine after all right?

quote of the day

Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass... it's about learning how to dance in the rain.

dylan

Into her lying down head

His enemies entered bed,

Under the encumbered eyelid,

Through the rippled drum of the hair-buried ear;

And Noah's rekindled now unkind dove

Flew man-bearing there.

Last night in a raping wave

Whales unreined from the green grave

In fountains of origin gave up their love,

Along her innocence glided

Jaun aflame and savagely young King Lear,

Queen Catherine howling bare

And Samson drowned in his hair,

The colossal intimacies of silent

Once seen strangers or shades on a stair;

There the dark blade and wanton sighing her down

To a haycock couch and the scythes of his arms

Rode and whistled a hundred times

Before the crowing morning climbed;

Man was the burning England she was sleep-walking, and the enamouring island

Made her limbs blind by luminous charms,

Sleep to a newborn sleep in a swaddling loin-leaf stroked and sang

And his runaway beloved childlike laid in the acorned sand.

II

There where a numberless tongue

Wound their room with a male moan,

His faith around her flew undone

And darkness hung the walls with baskets of snakes,

A furnace-nostrilled column-membered

Super-or-near man

Resembling to her dulled sense

The thief of adolescence,

Early imaginary half remembered

Oceanic lover alone

Jealousy cannot forget for all her sakes,

Made his bad bed in her good

Night, and enjoyed as he would.

Crying, white gowned, from the middle moonlit stages

Out to the tiered and hearing tide,

Close and far she announced the theft of the heart

In the taken body at many ages,

Trespasser and broken bride

Celebrating at her side

All blood-signed assailing and vanished marriages in which he had no lovely part

Nor could share, for his pride, to the least

Mutter and foul wingbeat of the solemnizing nightpriest

Her holy unholy hours with the always anonymous beast.

III

Two sand grains together in bed,

Head to heaven-circling head,

Singly lie with the whole wide shore,

The covering sea their nightfall with no names;

And out of every domed and soil-based shell

One voice in chains declaims

The female, deadly, and male

Libidinous betrayal,

Golden dissolving under the water veil.

A she bird sleeping brittle by

Her lover's wings that fold to-morrow's flight,

Within the nested treefork

Sings to the treading hawk

Carrion, paradise, chirrup my bright yolk.

A blade of grass longs with the meadow,

A stone lies lost and locked in the lark-high hill.

Open as to the air to the naked shadow

O she lies alone and still,

Innocent between two wars,

With the incestuous secret brother in the seconds to perpetuate the stars,

A man torn up mourns in the sole night.

And the second comers, the severers, the enemies from the deep

Forgotten dark, rest their pulse and bury their dead in her faithless sleep.