| My Grandeur Is No Delusion |
[19 Sep 2005|01:33pm] |
In the midst of inferiors,
I began to doubt my own powers.
The Queen committed heresy towards herself.
She bestows upon herself, Imperial Pardon.
It took a Spark to burn
into this bright red rose
With deliciously sharp thorns.
(Don't Get Too Close)
I sit here with Impulse blazing
through my Royal blood.
Every desire carried out to its
logical conclusion.
Burn.
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[24 Jun 2005|11:33pm] |
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| A New Identity: |
[12 Jun 2005|10:25pm] |
She's a Shapeshifter.
One day she wears a crown,
the next she plays the clown.
Today I licked up pistachio ice cream
and wandered from bookshop to bookshop.
I was full of ideas for stories.
I will reap the prize, I swear.
I will fulfill my destiny.
One of these days you'll find my name in a magazine.
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| In A Few Minutes |
[08 Jun 2005|02:22am] |
A Love Interest will come knocking on my door,
the Predictable tumble of hands fumbling on buttons
Bodies slipping out of Coats.
We will sit on the floor and play Scrabble
and I will offer him Food: Rice Krispies, perhaps.
It's always the same, but I never can fully brace myself
for the intensity of impact, for that onslaught of red-devouring lust.
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The Queen is still the Queen
In Bed. She is the Queen of Hearts tonight,
she is the Red girl and, like the Heart,
carries around on her chest two heaving arcs.
Oh Sweet Night.
Oh Sweet Unfired Night.
I shall not sleep much tonight.
I hope. I hope.
The Queen goes to put on her perfumes,
adjust her makeup, make sure everything looks right.
See you on the other side.
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| My Identity |
[07 Jun 2005|09:56am] |
Is Fixed.
My actions are not.
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| the Queen accepts her Fate |
[07 Jun 2005|06:50am] |
I have stopped whining about being the Queen,
and accepted it for its true nature:
a Blessing.
Thank you Sky
Thank you Music
Thank you Morning
For this Beautiful Day
This Day glistens like a gold coin in my pocket,
A currency I cannot wait to spend.
The Queen has been learning Cantonese.
The Queen has been cooking good food.
The Queen has been having stimulating conversations.
The Queen has been dancing on the balcony in the morning,
watching the sky brighten, watching her hands flicker in the wind.
The Queen believes Happiness is possible,
for the first time, in a long time.
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| The Queen's Dinner |
[06 Jun 2005|10:23pm] |
A preparation of 3/4 lb. braised carrots
garnished with honey
seasoned with salt, sugar, black pepper
A cup of white rice
seasoned with salt
A cold glass of pink lemonade + 3 ice cubes
The Queen's Song:
"Caramel"
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| These Are The Things A Queen Believes In |
[06 Jun 2005|04:19am] |
above all, Beauty
then Intelligence,
then Wisdom,
then Friendship?
Who is to say what these particles mean.
This conglomoration of DNA, RNA,
society + individual yields a complicated calculus indeed.
The Queen is pretentious,
but she is Entitled to it.
The Queen believes that she must live an aesthetic life.
The Queen believes that she must be the best at everything.
She cannot be mediocre.
There is no such thing as a mediocre Queen.
That is all, really.
She needs to know her own value.
The value scripted into her blood,
her remarkable genes.
She has royal blood in her.
She should not let it go to waste.
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| But Oh |
[06 Jun 2005|04:14am] |
How the Queen suffers in her golden cage,
Resplendant but Solemn.
Look at the plenty,
Look at the silver,
She is like Midas-everything she touches
is beautiful but brittle,
untasting, unedible.
This world.
This world, such misery.
She'll build a new world, perhaps.
She has the time and the power.
She is the Queen.
She is Alone.
She is Sad.
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| And yet |
[05 Jun 2005|11:49pm] |
I make such a Terrible Queen,
Lazy, impudent, lazy,
Imperious, snotty--no wait,
those are exactly what a Queen is supposed to be,
but wait..
what about Gentle
Wise Noble Beautiful Graceful
what is my dominion?
The peons who look at me with awe,
at my prowess, at my wealth,
at my good looks, at my security,
at my social adventures.
The girl who emulates my every high school move,
she is like my daughter,
eating up my advice like daily vitamins.
I give them what they want,
a taste of glamour,
pearls of wisdom.
They eat it up. They
LOVE IT.
They love the idea of royalty.
There are the Paris Hiltons,
those faux figures of celebrity and Queendom
but Paris Hilton is not worthy to kiss my little toe.
She is a False Queen.
She is the Witch.
I am the True Queen.
I am sane.
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| superiority complex |
[05 Jun 2005|09:53pm] |
i needed to prove to myself that i was better than them, better than them all
because i, I AM THE QUEEN.
so the Queen cannot be fat
a Queen cannot be stupid
and read stupid chick lit all day
and not bathe
and be filthy
and have bad teeth
and eat disgusting, vulgar, lower-class, fatty fare.
so the Queen needs to learn how to Cook-
gourmet, the best of the best,
delicious aromatic dishes
like Salmon
like Braised Carrots
like Basmati Rice
the Queen brushes her teeth everyday
She sparkles like a diamond
the Queen showers everyday
She smells like cut grass
Like dew, like only sweetness
and perfume.
She smells like water. Neutral,
clean, and perfect.
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| I am a Queen |
[05 Jun 2005|09:39pm] |
This is my Kingdom, my Castle, my Invisible Harem of Men.
I decadently open my mouth to eat luscious bits of Limited Edition haagen-daas.
I am a member of the nouveau bourgeouis.
My iPod glistens in my medium-sized hand.
I am a Queen.
I am the Queen of Air,
the Queen of Hearts, and of Words constructed from loose arpeggios.
I treat this life like a game.
I wash the dishes, curling the sponge around the plate.
After all, the Palace must be in Tip-Top shape.
Not for any good reason, but because the Queen deserves-
A clean abode, luxurious 5-star surroundings.
She ambles around the Palace grounds,
smoking a lazy cigarette on the balcony overlooking the pool.
I am the Queen, I am the Queen, I am the Queen!
The Queen will go now to keep her beauty.
She needs these regimens, the elliptical trainer,
the weights, the electronic bicycle, the carrots,
the vitamins, the perfumes, the cosmetics, the mud masque,
she luxuriates in these pleasures.
They help her keep the Constellation of Men in tow.
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[04 Feb 2004|06:27pm] |
1 .where do hallucinations "come" from?
1b. Possible a combination of subconscious + external stimuli
1c. if this is so, then our subconscious can make things that don't exist seem like the TRULY exist
1d. caused by mental illness, or drugs.
2. what is a hallucination?
2b. as far as i know, when people hallucinate, they see/hear things that are not real, even though they are awake, and awake =conscious.
2c. thus the unconscious can directly affect the conscious, and at times become literally unrecognizable.
proceeding from point 1d, if all it takes is something gone wrong in the brain or some chemical substance to make us see things that do not exist, how are we capable of knowing that EVERYTHING that we see is not just a manifestation of our unconscious?
3. does the unconscious exist? or is it just some psychobabble term that does not have any real meaning?
3b. subconscious/unconscious is something almost everyone believes in nowadays without realizing it is just one theory of how the brain works
3c. what is the evidence for the existence of the subconscious/unconscious?
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[04 Feb 2004|11:48am] |
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people need love! slogan of the last two millenia, emblazoned on the scroll of st. augustine, blaring haughtily through the paris salons. a great lie, neither black nor white but red, deception perpetuated firstly for the Church. if god is love, then in order to need god, you must convince people they need love. secondly, consumerism- sell them love in your 35mm tapes that coil around their loins, market romance in your dry-as-crackers 4/4 synthesized songs, convince them that love is worth dying for- your hair that is, with a $6.99 bottle of Clairol Brazen Blonde. and they will buy, goddamn it, they will buy, because this lie has engrained itself so deeply into the psyche of the american people, through almost every single song on the top 10 pop song charts, Titanic, Friends, Sex in the City, etc. etc. et cetera. last year Australian men spent almost $300 million on cosmetics.
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