Intellectual Mind Sex

Renee has been reading poetry lately. Here are some favourite excerpts (I love the word excerpt. It just looks so fancy, you know? Like there are so many sounds that should be pronounced but then aren't, like a pumpkin tart. BTW I ate my weight in chocolate cheesecake tonight and now I feel more than a little ill. Tangent)

Not a day passes, not a minute or second without a corpse. - Walt Whitman

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper
- T.S. Eliot

what if a dawn of a doom of a dream
bites this universe in two
peels forever out of his grave
and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?
- e.e. cummings

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
- W.H. Auden


A young watchman leans at a window and sees the lights
of barges butting their way across a harbor, nets of
red and white lanterns in a railroad yard, and a span
of glooms splashed with lines of white and blurs of
crosses and clusters over the sleeping city.
By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars
and has a soul.
- Carl Sandburg

Hope that stimulated your cerebulums (word? i don't think so...)

Renee Out.

Renee hates exams

Stupid Gab with her stupid being finished.

GRRRAOOWWLL.

This is me, sounding my barbaric yawp from the rooftops of the world.

So anyways. Can't talk much because of this thing called Chem 11 and this other thing called me being stupid. HAHA, I love poking fun at myself, it's so much more gratifying than doing it to other people because I get to see the hurt up close.

Fictional hottie of the week: Dave Rygalski, Gilmore Girls. Will post some video soon.

I love Seven Layer Dip, it deserves to be capitialized, I've decided that maybe I'll only separate my thoughts with commas from now, pull a Kerouac, how does that sound? Who needs edit, right?

Renee Out.

Update #5

Almost halfway there! What a naysayer that Gab is.

I like poetry!

By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.  - Carl Sandburg

I celebrate myself and sing myself, for what I am you are and every atom belonging to me as good as belongs to you. - Walt Whitman

When music sounds, all that I was I am 
Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came; 
And from Time's woods break into distant song 
The swift-winged hours, as I hasten along. 

Renee Out.