Rattan Pan-Asian Bistro
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Samaya11
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Priya is a woman from Even Further Than, Greenland
It is not wisdom if we simply believe what we are told. True wisdom is to directly see and understand for ourselves.
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Unsolvable Riddles - Solved! at Just Riddles and More
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BURN&E - Snotr
Rated • 4 reviews • animation, humour, robots, film, video • snotr.com
a short film by Pixar Animation Studios that comes with the movie Wall-E.
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&Palash Dave Home&
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Report: Second-gen iPod touch faster than your iPhone -...
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http://queenhrosie.deviantart.com/art/Life-Lessons-I-Lear...
Rated • 1 review • health, poetry, women • deviantart.com
My promotion of Heather Bell continues. Buy her book: anhingamagazine.blogspot.com [anhingamagazine.blogspot.com] .
From the page:
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How To Outsmart A Date Rapist:
Never put down your drink.
Never put down your name and social
security number on your panties.
Never put down your eyes.
Never put down your avocado. Avocados
are always the point at which
things get ugly. Never put down
your sadness in a cup. Never
eat Ezra Pound in a coffee shop,
you will never get him back
that way. Never believe the Feminist
crap about kicking men in the balls.
Buy a gun. Buy two guns. Never
put your tongue to a freezing flagpole.
Kill. When I was young, good-hearted
murder was illegal. Never put down
your drink unless it is scotch and
water. Scotch and water isn't
pretty when you throw it at
the wall. Never put down
your gun or parenthesis. You may
need somewhere to hide. Never
believe the guys outside of Home
Depot that tell you that
they love you. No one loves you,
don't put down your heart on
the bar stool where someone
could drug it and fuck it senseless.
Don't believe your best friends,
your white flesh in their mouths,
running off down the highway, scared
like deer.
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nothing unrequited here by heather bell : vervebathpress...
Rated • 1 review • poetry, love, relationships, life, romance • artfire.com
Mrs. Heather Bell formerly known as Heather Schmiele has finally published her poetry! Please support her and buy her book. Just $10 & in time for Christmas! Her poetry is life changing and kaleidoscopic and insanely beautiful.
The following is the title poem. Just one very slim slice of her delicious gourmet poetry.
Full Title: "Nothing Unrequited Here: Nine Essays On Romanticism In Photography"
Figure 1: Untitled
Two girls talking about unrequited love.
One swears by doing it for the sake
of rock and rope and white and
trembling. The way that everything
happens. The other girl
says, "nothing unrequited here!"
Flies settle on her mouth. She
puts her housewife coffee in
the back of her throat
as if it were a pool cue.
Figure 2: The Hen And The Still-Warm Bones
The absence of women is
terrifying. God asks
a mindless question
and a loon wedges itself
onto land. The trees
catch Bird Flu
and develop wings.
There is a fungus growing.
It reminds us of learning the
word "square" and quickly after:
"Tienanmen." It is comforting
to see the grass is indented
in spots.
Figure 3: Footprints
Yet another rip-off of
that Jesus poem, we
think. Yet another moment
with feet leaving us. Another
Lebanon, interstate, Apostles
at the wheel. But instead of sand,
there is a large red gas station.
Instead of poems, there are
wolves, pacing around
our cars. Instead of Houston
or Tucson or Philadelphia,
we are headed for a jail-cell
in Mexico, sticking our heads
out the window
like dogs.
Figure 4: Motel 6
Hair is an outgrowth of dead skin, keratins, proteins, chains
of amino acids also found in hooves, feathers, teeth.
-Sarah Gorham
Hair is all we get. We can
try to leave the room, but
there it is, following us around
like the strangeness of air.
There is red and orange and
brown and black and at the corners,
the mustache of a blind man
that a girl fucked just to say
she fucked a blind man. Our lovers
never brave enough for
real suicide and when we leave
they cut their hair - claret,
the no-color of a Ziploc bag,
the gray of a storm blowing
over instead of through your
town, brown, black, specks
of blood at the hairline.
Figure 5: The Dirty Side Of Hands
And which side is that, we
wonder. We have the palms
of Proust. The knuckles of Astrid
Cabral. We have the love lines
of a man o' war. We have fingers
that have touched Berlin, have
spent time making Communist
pamphlets, teaching children
to shoot. We have the hands of
the last unpaired swan, somehow
happier this way, talking under
her breath. Saying, "I could
be happy here."
Figure 6: The Women Return
And they look angry. One
has a sledgehammer. Another
has a needle and thread
for your wounds. Another
denies there are wounds,
we were made that way.
The last woman is barely
noticeable in the back. She
reminds you of yourself,
scared, with a round belly
covered in poison oak. She
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Surfboard by ~RikkiiZ on deviantART
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