It's only forever...that's not long at all.
OK so a while back I had to write a traditional sonnet for class. I didn't know what to write about ...so I made the mistake of asking Amanda what it should be about. ...she said a transvestite. ...great. SO I wrote and handed in a poem about a transvestite. I call it "Mangina" ...
Mangina
Sub atomic particles broken apart by ultra violet rays,
Form more complex molecules, devouring simple strays.
Sinking deeper to standing water, mixed an organic soup.
Still becoming more complex, becoming larger groups.
Until one day, quite by mistake, came along a cell,
Which had a strange ability, to make copies of itself.
And so design began again, in a way which never told.
About existence, life and death, evolution as its mold.
Out of the water and into the land, becoming new Paleolithic man.
Sharpening rocks and pointing sticks, reaching into his bag of tricks.
Then leapt from a rock and into the air, couldn’t decide which clothes to wear.
He puts on his make-up and kisses the mirror.
Crosses the streetlights and passes the pillar.
Somewhere downtown, at a bar, a transvestite orders a drink.
SO there it is. His response was :
Rene, An interesting poem with a nicely ironic ending. It has a pretty good rhyme scheme, but its meter is not pentameter-your lines are seven or eight feet long. The imagery, however, is great.
A-
We all had to read our poems infront of the class. ...I read mine. It was like I slapped them all in the face or something.
Anyways yea life at my new home is great. A little poor...but Im getting the hang of things. Im gonna get an additional job to work on days that I am not cooking/dishwashing at the Garland. Of course down university. I've dropped many apps in along with resumes. I spoke for a while with almost all the managers who were all pleased to have a chance to hire me...so give that about 2 weeks. Since all my money goes to rent and bills, I live off of the circle K . Ramen is 25 cents, cans of soup 1.74, bread 1.49, tortillas 1.49, beans 2.49, cheese 2 something (still not vegan)...LOTS of rice, tofu and greens from the Garland,soda 4.29 ...and juices 3-4$ . I live in a 3 bedroom house. One room is mine, another is Eli's, and the third we've packed with Amplifiers, speakers,electric guitars,bass guitars,accoustic guitars,pianos,microphones,chairs, P.A. system, and we'll have a full drum set up next week I think. A friend of ours is looking for a place to keep it. We play as loud as we want...the lady next door is really nice and really old. She owns a million cats and she's almost deaf. The complex behind us has 2 bands living in it. So they're always playing loud, and not to mention speedway is right here so the sound that does leave this concrete house, gets canceled out. That also means that I hardly hear anything from the city other than sirens and bass, until I actually step outside the door. Then it's kinda like wakeing up from a dream and into the world.
We have a large washroom in the back which I guess you could say is a 4th room cause it's so big. We call it the champagne room. A small kitchen with the works, a small dinning room, a large living room with lots of couches reclines etc. a tiny hallway connecting Elijah's room, my room and the only bathroom. ..oh and a closet. ...there's lots of closets. Connecting to our house in another house which is our land lords. She is Jasmine, Eli's sister. So she's over here drinkin it up often. I actually saw her beat the crap out of some guy last night in my living room. Yea don't fuck with jasmine. She's smokin hot...and she'll rip off your head and shit down your neck. Outside we have a dirt parking lot and garage...go through the gate, follow the sidewalk around the house, under the pomegranate trees through another gate and into the back yard...you'll see the porch faceing west with a table and chairs...a garden with nothing growing cause I'm still workin on it. ..and a large area filled with gravel... We dont know what we should do with it...but it's there. ..a bigger parking lot is in the back.
I discovered that my gay tendancies are comming out. I want to suck Eli's dick off. Just kidding. Im not gay...I just gotta get use to the fact that people are gonna assume we are lovers even though I have my girlfriend over constantly. I dont care..I dont have any beef with the homos, and im 100% sure im not gay so I have nothing to worry about! Let people assume what they want. They're just jealous cause me and Eli take showers together. ;)
So gas was 2.99 but I looked out the window and it's 2.91. First time i've actually seen it go down. Thus, I ride the bike and walk. I use to LOVE getting high as a kite and driving around tucson. But now...I get drunk and even higher, and I ride the bike around town. I just put on my big ass headphones and listen to james brown, led zepplin, jimmi hendrix,...everything. And I speed past cars in traffic. I ride around the UofA campus..university to see Romo working, 4th ave...everwhere. Anyone who wants to come over and go for a bike ride, im always game. Just a heads up...you're gonna be in for a drunken adventure you'll never forget!
...uhmm...School is groovy... Spanish is hard. math is actually fun...and writing is an introduction to litterature.... =/
thats about it. Boy I know how to ramble on. I know there's more but my wrist hurts. Too lazy for spell check.
OUt.
Mangina
Sub atomic particles broken apart by ultra violet rays,
Form more complex molecules, devouring simple strays.
Sinking deeper to standing water, mixed an organic soup.
Still becoming more complex, becoming larger groups.
Until one day, quite by mistake, came along a cell,
Which had a strange ability, to make copies of itself.
And so design began again, in a way which never told.
About existence, life and death, evolution as its mold.
Out of the water and into the land, becoming new Paleolithic man.
Sharpening rocks and pointing sticks, reaching into his bag of tricks.
Then leapt from a rock and into the air, couldn’t decide which clothes to wear.
He puts on his make-up and kisses the mirror.
Crosses the streetlights and passes the pillar.
Somewhere downtown, at a bar, a transvestite orders a drink.
SO there it is. His response was :
Rene, An interesting poem with a nicely ironic ending. It has a pretty good rhyme scheme, but its meter is not pentameter-your lines are seven or eight feet long. The imagery, however, is great.
A-
We all had to read our poems infront of the class. ...I read mine. It was like I slapped them all in the face or something.
Anyways yea life at my new home is great. A little poor...but Im getting the hang of things. Im gonna get an additional job to work on days that I am not cooking/dishwashing at the Garland. Of course down university. I've dropped many apps in along with resumes. I spoke for a while with almost all the managers who were all pleased to have a chance to hire me...so give that about 2 weeks. Since all my money goes to rent and bills, I live off of the circle K . Ramen is 25 cents, cans of soup 1.74, bread 1.49, tortillas 1.49, beans 2.49, cheese 2 something (still not vegan)...LOTS of rice, tofu and greens from the Garland,soda 4.29 ...and juices 3-4$ . I live in a 3 bedroom house. One room is mine, another is Eli's, and the third we've packed with Amplifiers, speakers,electric guitars,bass guitars,accoustic guitars,pianos,microphones,chairs, P.A. system, and we'll have a full drum set up next week I think. A friend of ours is looking for a place to keep it. We play as loud as we want...the lady next door is really nice and really old. She owns a million cats and she's almost deaf. The complex behind us has 2 bands living in it. So they're always playing loud, and not to mention speedway is right here so the sound that does leave this concrete house, gets canceled out. That also means that I hardly hear anything from the city other than sirens and bass, until I actually step outside the door. Then it's kinda like wakeing up from a dream and into the world.
We have a large washroom in the back which I guess you could say is a 4th room cause it's so big. We call it the champagne room. A small kitchen with the works, a small dinning room, a large living room with lots of couches reclines etc. a tiny hallway connecting Elijah's room, my room and the only bathroom. ..oh and a closet. ...there's lots of closets. Connecting to our house in another house which is our land lords. She is Jasmine, Eli's sister. So she's over here drinkin it up often. I actually saw her beat the crap out of some guy last night in my living room. Yea don't fuck with jasmine. She's smokin hot...and she'll rip off your head and shit down your neck. Outside we have a dirt parking lot and garage...go through the gate, follow the sidewalk around the house, under the pomegranate trees through another gate and into the back yard...you'll see the porch faceing west with a table and chairs...a garden with nothing growing cause I'm still workin on it. ..and a large area filled with gravel... We dont know what we should do with it...but it's there. ..a bigger parking lot is in the back.
I discovered that my gay tendancies are comming out. I want to suck Eli's dick off. Just kidding. Im not gay...I just gotta get use to the fact that people are gonna assume we are lovers even though I have my girlfriend over constantly. I dont care..I dont have any beef with the homos, and im 100% sure im not gay so I have nothing to worry about! Let people assume what they want. They're just jealous cause me and Eli take showers together. ;)
So gas was 2.99 but I looked out the window and it's 2.91. First time i've actually seen it go down. Thus, I ride the bike and walk. I use to LOVE getting high as a kite and driving around tucson. But now...I get drunk and even higher, and I ride the bike around town. I just put on my big ass headphones and listen to james brown, led zepplin, jimmi hendrix,...everything. And I speed past cars in traffic. I ride around the UofA campus..university to see Romo working, 4th ave...everwhere. Anyone who wants to come over and go for a bike ride, im always game. Just a heads up...you're gonna be in for a drunken adventure you'll never forget!
...uhmm...School is groovy... Spanish is hard. math is actually fun...and writing is an introduction to litterature.... =/
thats about it. Boy I know how to ramble on. I know there's more but my wrist hurts. Too lazy for spell check.
OUt.