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Tuesday, August 8th, 2006

Subject:a poem i like.
Posted by:backatmycliff.
Time:6:47 pm.
my mind is
a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and
taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and
chipping with sharp fatal tools
in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of
chrome and execute strides of cobalt
nevertheless i
feel that i cleverly am being altered that i slightly am
becoming something a little different, in fact
myself
Hereupon helpless i utter lilac shrieks and scarlet
bellowings.


e e cummings
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Friday, August 4th, 2006

Posted by:daniellevator.
Time:12:11 am.
If Men Could Menstruate
-by Gloria Steinem



Living in India made me understand that a white minority of the world has spent centuries conning us into thinking a white skin makes people superior, even though the only thing it really does is make them more subject to ultraviolet rays and wrinkles.

Reading Freud made me just as skeptical about penis envy. The power of giving birth makes "womb envy" more logical, and an organ as external and unprotected as the penis makes men very vulnerable indeed.

But listening recently to a woman describe the unexpected arrival of her menstrual period (a red stain had spread on her dress as she argued heatedly on the public stage) still made me cringe with embarrassment. That is, until she explained that, when finally informed in whispers of the obvious event, she said to the all-male audience, "and you should be proud to have a menstruating woman on your stage. It's probably the first real thing that's happened to this group in years."

Laughter. Relief. She had turned a negative into a positive. Somehow her story merged with India and Freud to make me finally understand the power of positive thinking. Whatever a "superior" group has will be used to justify its superiority, and whatever and "inferior" group has will be used to justify its plight. Black me were given poorly paid jobs because they were said to be "stronger" than white men, while all women were relegated to poorly paid jobs because they were said to be "weaker." As the little boy said when asked if he wanted to be a lawyer like his mother, "Oh no, that's women's work." Logic has nothing to do with oppression.

So what would happen if suddenly, magically, men could menstruate and women could not?

Clearly, menstruation would become an enviable, worthy, masculine event:

Men would brag about how long and how much.

Young boys would talk about it as the envied beginning of manhood. Gifts, religious ceremonies, family dinners, and stag parties would mark the day.

To prevent monthly work loss among the powerful, Congress would fund a National Institute of Dysmenorrhea. Doctors would research little about heart attacks, from which men would be hormonally protected, but everything about cramps.

Sanitary supplies would be federally funded and free. Of course, some men would still pay for the prestige of such commercial brands as Paul Newman Tampons, Muhammad Ali's Rope-a-Dope Pads, John Wayne Maxi Pads, and Joe Namath Jock Shields- "For Those Light Bachelor Days."

Statistical surveys would show that men did better in sports and won more Olympic medals during their periods.

Generals, right-wing politicians, and religious fundamentalists would cite menstruation ("men-struation") as proof that only men could serve God and country in combat ("You have to give blood to take blood"), occupy high political office ("Can women be properly fierce without a monthly cycle governed by the planet Mars?"), be priests, ministers, God Himself ("He gave this blood for our sins"), or rabbis ("Without a monthly purge of impurities, women are unclean").

Male liberals and radicals, however, would insist that women are equal, just different; and that any woman could join their ranks if only she were willing to recognize the primacy of menstrual rights ("Everything else is a single issue") or self-inflict a major wound every month ("You must give blood for the revolution").

Street guys would invent slang ("He's a three-pad man") and "give fives" on the corner with some exchenge like, "Man you lookin' good!"

"Yeah, man, I'm on the rag!"

TV shows would treat the subject openly. (Happy Days: Richie and Potsie try to convince Fonzie that he is still "The Fonz," though he has missed two periods in a row. Hill Street Blues: The whole precinct hits the same cycle.) So would newspapers. (Summer Shark Scare Threatens Menstruating Men. Judge Cites Monthlies In Pardoning Rapist.) And so would movies. (Newman and Redford in Blood Brothers!)

Men would convince women that sex was more pleasurable at "that time of the month." Lesbians would be said to fear blood and therefore life itself, though all they needed was a good menstruating man.

Medical schools would limit women's entry ("they might faint at the sight of blood").

Of course, intellectuals would offer the most moral and logical arguements. Without the biological gift for measuring the cycles of the moon and planets, how could a woman master any discipline that demanded a sense of time, space, mathematics-- or the ability to measure anything at all? In philosophy and religion, how could women compensate for being disconnected from the rhythm of the universe? Or for their lack of symbolic death and resurrection every month?

Menopause would be celebrated as a positive event, the symbol that men had accumulated enough years of cyclical wisdom to need no more.

Liberal males in every field would try to be kind. The fact that "these people" have no gift for measuring life, the liberals would explain, should be punishment enough.

And how would women be trained to react? One can imagine right-wing women agreeing to all these arguements with a staunch and smiling masochism. ("The ERA would force housewives to wound themselves every month": Phyllis Schlafly)

In short, we would discover, as we should already, that logic is in the eye of the logician. (For instance, here's an idea for theorists and logicians: if women are supposed to be less rational and more emotional at the beginning of our menstrual cycle when the female hormone is at its lowest level, then why isn't it logical to say that, in those few days, women behave the most like the way men behave all month long? I leave further improvisation up to you.)

The truth is that, if men could menstruate, the power justifications would go on and on.

If we let them.
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Thursday, August 3rd, 2006

Posted by:daniellevator.
Time:11:11 pm.
"Ballad of a Thin Man"
Bob Dylan

You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say, "Who is that man?"
You try so hard
But you don't understand
Just what you'll say
When you get home

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You raise up your head
And you ask, "Is this where it is?"
And somebody points to you and says
"It's his"
And you say, "What's mine?"
And somebody else says, "Where what is?"
And you say, "Oh my God
Am I here all alone?"

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, "How does it feel
To be such a freak?"
And you say, "Impossible"
As he hands you a bone

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To just give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations

You've been with the professors
And they've all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
You've been through all of
F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
You're very well read
It's well known

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says, "Here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan"

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Now you see this one-eyed midget
Shouting the word "NOW"
And you say, "For what reason?"
And he says, "How?"
And you say, "What does this mean?"
And he screams back, "You're a cow
Give me some milk
Or else go home"

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

Well, you walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law
Against you comin' around
You should be made
To wear earphones

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
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Posted by:daniellevator.
Time:11:04 pm.
I
fell
down
the
stairs
whilst
I
walked
in
my
sleep

clumsy
and
alone
I
awoke
to
the
whole
world
appearing
up
side
down
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Sunday, August 21st, 2005

Posted by:ilove_yourmom.
Time:1:57 pm.
the frozen tear melted here
between the man made lake and
the ice that wouldn't break
a drowning note fury wrote
that caused the earth to quake
confindence to shake
sorry my mistake
the sun rose high
and went screaming by and the
moon surveyed the scene
silent and serene
while cops set cones
around broken bones
saying for heaven's sake
what an obvious mistake
up came back down while
i was sewing up my stitch and
dreaming in the ditch soooo
sick of my sweet self and
everything i made
a friendly flare
flash midair there
was a twinkle in your eye
a smoke signing in the sky
i feel deep
in love asleep
looking wide awake
like a wave that wouldn't break
sorry my mistake

-elliott smith "sorry my mistake"
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Tuesday, August 9th, 2005

Posted by:ilove_yourmom.
Time:1:02 pm.
modulation
in order to
say thank you to you
i must do it intentionally
but tonight with every breath
i can feel my death
sure as i can feel my knees

you were my modulation
so that's what you will always be
we took each other higher
we set each other free

course, neither of us were wearing helmets
and our blood was just everywhere
and when the morphine kicked in later
the censors threw their hands up in despair
and that's when the truth came marching in
and promptly pulled the plug
but you were better than any drug
you were better than any drug

in order to
say thank you to you
i must do it intentionally
but tonight with every breath
i can feel my death
sure as i can feel my knees

you were my modulation
and that's what you will always be
we took each other higher
then we set each other free
we set each other free


-ani difranco
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Monday, July 11th, 2005

Posted by:ilove_yourmom.
Time:10:16 pm.
Stars - He Lied About Death



--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
What gives you the right
To fuck with our lives?
A devil born in paradise
A liar loves to lie
Keep watching your back
Killers always have killers on their track
Keep watching the sky
Cause you might get lucky again

I hope your drunken daughters are gay
You are the shadow of fear
You scare the love out of here
Like an ape in a cage

Small white man in a rage
Mellow suit, mellow smile
Limousines down murder mile

Limousines down murder mile
Watch the devil's at play
Drain the bottle empty
California today
Tomorrow it's you and me
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Subject:one more night
Posted by:ilove_yourmom.
Time:4:52 pm.
one more night lyrics.

-stars




try as he might he's unable to speak
he grabs her by the hair, he strokes her on the cheek
the bed is unmade like everything is
darklit in heaven at the top of the stairs
take me like that, ruin it all
then build it again by the light in the hall
he drops to his knees says please my love, please
i'll kill who you hate, take off that dress, you won't freeze

one more night, that was a good one
one more night, i dreamed it was a good one
one more, one more night, that was a good one
one more night, the end should be a good one
a good one

he starts with her back cause that's what he sees
when she's breaking his heart she still fucks like a tease
release to the sky, look him straight in the eye
and tell him that now, that you wish he would die
you'll never touch him again so get what you can
leaving him empty just because he's a man
so good when it ends, they'll never be friends
one more night, that's all they can spend

one more night, that was a good one
one more night, i dreamed it was a good one
one more, one more night, that was a good one
one more night, the end should be a good one
a good one
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Sunday, May 22nd, 2005

Posted by:__sairycometrue.
Time:1:21 pm.

 

__anti_stars

__anti_stars

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Saturday, April 30th, 2005

Posted by:ilove_yourmom.
Time:4:01 pm.
so today i was listening to my launch radio station.
why doesn't eveyone have one?
and make me their influencer?
hahaha.
anyway.
how is everyone?
this community is pretty dead.

what do you think of ben kweller?
i like him personally.
but that's just me.
INPUT!INPUT!INPUT!
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Saturday, April 9th, 2005

Posted by:__sairycometrue.
Time:5:20 pm.

 come join

 

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Wednesday, March 30th, 2005

Posted by:your_vixen.
Time:7:11 pm.
Mood: curious.
anyone else get the new beck album yet, i am really pleased with it.

just asking <3 michelle
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Tuesday, March 22nd, 2005

Subject:promotion..
Posted by:lovescene____.
Time:4:51 pm.
join _________xscene
_________xscene

_________xscene

_________xscene
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Friday, March 18th, 2005

Posted by:graceoffashion.
Time:11:50 am.
Ari Thanos is the March band of the month at MIHAVEN!!
Check out an exclusive interview and album review at
http://www.mihaven.com

ROCK!
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Wednesday, March 2nd, 2005

Posted by:ilove_yourmom.
Time:10:30 pm.
fxckyeah
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Thursday, February 24th, 2005

Posted by:inertia___.
Time:6:49 pm.
Name that tune!

Personally, I think these lyrics dominate every fibre of your existence.

I'd rather dance with you than talk with you

So why don't we just move into the other room

There's space to shake, and hey, I like this tune

Even if I could hear what you said

I doubt my reply would be interesting for you to hear

Because I haven't read a single book all year

And the only film I saw, I didn't like it at all

The music's too loud and the noise from the crowd

Increases the chance of misinterpretation

So let your hips do all the talking.


YOU GOOGLE, YOU LOSE

Let's not let this community perish ;[

Btw this is heartxofxhavoc, kthnxbai
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Tuesday, February 8th, 2005

Posted by:ninjaxpirate.
Time:4:02 am.
Join! boys_in_emo
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Monday, February 7th, 2005

Posted by:usemebrakeme.
Time:5:41 pm.
hey, I just want to let everyone know I took the backround from this oh so hott community and used it for the backround in mine.

Peter
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Sunday, February 6th, 2005

Posted by:ilove_yourmom.
Time:2:13 pm.
I wanna be the surgeon that cuts you open
That fixes all of life's mistakes
I wanna be the house that you were raised in
The only place that you feel safe
I wanna be your shower in the morning
That wakes you up and makes you clean
I know I'm just the weather against your window
As you sleep through a winter's dream

Something's churning the earth, something's stirring the sky
And the colour at once in column of light
Bacteria breeds on a microscope slide
The worm in my heart's the apple of your eye

Don't adore what is impossible
We have built this ship in a wine bottle
But oh, but if you knew how it worked
We would have to grow old

(baby crying)

Somethin's eating at you, wakes you up in the night
If you dig in the past, who knows what you'll find
Read the newspaper print off the microfiche slide
And your holding your breath for the rest for of your life

Don't you love what is intangible
I have built this ship in a wine bottle
But if you knew who I was
You would never grow old





WHAT SONG IS THIS? WHO IS IT BY?
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Wednesday, February 2nd, 2005

Posted by:ninjaxpirate.
Time:12:30 am.
-Molly


-Florida


-Glassjaw, My Chemical Romance, The Used, Say Anything, Modest Mouse, Minus the Bear...mostly.


-18


=)
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