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..candy screen wrappers of silkscreen fantastic, requiring memories, both lovely and guiltfree, lurid and lovely with twilight of ages, luscious and lovely and filthy with laughter, laconic giggles, ennui fort the passions, in order to justify most spurious desires, rectify moments, most serious and urgent, to hail upon the face of most odious time, requiring replies most facile and vacuous, with words nearly singed, with the heartbeat of passions, spew forth with the grace of a tart going under, subject of great concern, noble origin denigrate obtuse and active verbs pronouns, skewer the sieve of optical sewer, release the handle that holds all the gates up, puncture the eyeballls, that seep all the muck up, read all the books and he people worth reading and still see the muck on the sky of the ceiling please raise the flag rosy red carpet envy english used here is messenger is nervous it's no fun at all out here in the hall mister moonlight succulent smooth and gorgeous. Isn't it nice? We're number One and so forth. Isn't it sweet being unique? for screeching and yelling and various offenses, lower the queen and bend her over the tub, against the state, the country, the committe, hold her head under the water please for an hour, for groveling and spewing and various offenses, puncture the bloat with the wing of a sparrow, the inverse, the obverse, the converse,the reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a rat it is hetero four hear to three forthirightly stated. relent and obverse and inverse and perverse and reverse the inverse of perverse and reverse and reverse an reverse and reverse and reverse and chop it and pluck it and cut it and spit it and sew it to joy on the edge of a cyclop and spinet it to rage on the edge of a cylindrical minute. put down that rag simpering, callow and morose who let you in? if I knew, then I could get out the murder you see is a mystery to me dear Mister Muse fellow of wit and gentry medieval ruse filling the shallow and empty, fools that duel duel in pools. to Rembrandt and Oswald, to peanuts and ketchup, sanctimonious sycophants stir in the bushes, up to the stand with your foot on the bible as king I must order and constantly arouse, if you swear to catch up and throw up and up up, a king full of virgin kiss me and spin it, excuse to willow and wander dark wonders divest me of robes-sutures Harry and pig meat, the fate of a nation, rests hard on your bosoms, the king on his throne, puts his hand down his robe, the torture of inverse and silk screen and Harry, and set the tongue squealing the reverse and inverse tantalize poets with visions of grandeur, their faces turn blue with the reek of the compost, as the livig try hard to retain what the dead lost, with double dead sickness from writing at what cost and business and business and reverse and reverse and set the brain reeling the inverse and perverse objections suffice apelike and tactile bassoon oboeing me cordon the virus' section off to the left is what is not right English arcane tantamount here to frenzy passing for me lascivious elder passion corpulent filth disguised as silk contempt, contempt and contempt for the boredom, I shall poison the city and sink it with fire, for Cordless and Harry and Apepig and Scissor, the messenger's wig seems fraught with desire, for blueberry picnics and pince-nez and magpies, the mseenger's skirt, would you plaese hook it higher, for children and adults all thos under ninety, how truly disgusting. Would you please put it down? a stray in this fray is no condom worth saving, as king I'm quite just, but it's just quite impossible, a robe and a robe and a robe and a bat, no double class inverse could make lying worth dying with cheap simian melodies, hillbilly outgush, for illiterate ramblings for cheap understanding the simple the inverse, the compost, the reverse, the obtuse and stupid, and business, and business, and cheap, stupid lyrics, and simple mass reverse while the real thing is dying accept the pig, enter the Owl and Gorgeous, King on the left, it on the right and primping adjusting his nose as he reads from his scroll folksy knockwurst peel back the skin of French and what do you find? follicles intertwinning, succulent prose wrapped up in robes off with his head, take his head from his neck off, requiring memories both lovely and guiltfree, put out his eyes, then cut his nose off, sanctimonious sycophants stir in the bushes, scoop out his brain, put a string where his ears were, all the king's horses and all the king's men, swing the whole mess at the end of the wire, scratch out his eyes with the tip of a razor, let the wire extend from the tip of a rose, Caroline, Caroline, Caroline, Oh! but retains the remnants of what once was a nose, pass me my robe, fill my bath up with water jumpsuit and pig meat and making his fortune, while making them happy with the inverse and obverse and making them happy and making them happy with the coy and the stupid, just another dumb lackey, who puts out one thing, while singing the other, but the real thing's alone and it is no man's brother no one knows no nose is good news and senseless extend the wine drink here toast to selfless ten year old port is perfect in court safety is nice not an unwise word spoken scary, bad dreams made safe in lovely songs no doom or gloom allowed in this room Casbah and Cascade and Rosehip and Feeling, Cascade and Cyanide, Rachaminoff, Beethoven skull silly wagon and justice and perverse and reverse the inverse and inverse and inverse, blueberry catalog, questionable earnings, hustler's lament and the rest will in due cry, to battle and scramble and browbeat and hurt while chewing on minstrels and choking on dirt, disease please seems the order of the day, please the king, please the king, please the king day, Casbah and Cascade and Rosehip and Feeling, point of order return the king here to the ceiling oh, not to be whistled or studied or hummed or remembered at nights, when the I is alone, but to skewer and ravage and savage and split with the grace of a diamond, bellicose wit, to stun and to stagger with words as such stone, that those who do hear cannot again return home razzamatazz, there's nothing on my shoulder, lust is a must, shaving my head's made me bolder, will you kindly read what it was I brought thee hello to Ray, hello to Godiva and Angel, who let you in? isn't it nice the party? aren't the lights pretty at night? sick leaf and sorrow and pincers net-scissors, regard and refrain from the daughters of marriage, regards for the elders and youngest in carriage, regard and regard for the inverse and perverse and obverse, and diverse, of reverse and reverse, regard from the sick, the dumb, and the camel from pump's storing water, like brain is too marrow to x-ray and filthy and cutting and peeling to skin and to skin and to bone and to structure to livid and pallid and turgid and structured and structured and structured and structured and structured and regard and refrain, the sick and the dumb, inverse, reverse and perverse contempt, contempt, and contempt for the seething for writhing and reeling and two-bit reportage, for sick with the body and sinister holy, the drown burst blue babies now dead on the seashore, the valorous horseman, who hang from the ceiling, the pig on the carpet, the dusty pale jissom, that has no effect for the sick with the see-saw, the inverse, obverse converse, reverse of reverse the diverse and converse of reverse and perverse and sweet pyrotechnics, and let's have another of inverse, converse, diverse, perverse and reverse, hell's graveyard is damned as they chew on their brains, the slick and the scum, reverse, inverse and perverse plowing while it's done away dumb and ready pig meat sick upon the carpet climb into the casket safe within the parapet sack is in the parapet pigs are out and growling slaughter by the seashore see the lifeguard drowning sea is full of fishes fish's full of china china plates are falling all fall down sick and shiny carpet lie before my eyes eyes lead me to the ceiling walk upon the wall wall tender as the green grass drink the whisky horror see the young girls dancing flies upon the beaches beaches are for sailors nuns across the sea-wall black hood horseman raging swordsman eating fire sick upon the staircase sick upon the staircase blood upon the pillow climb into the parapet see the church bells gleaming knife that scrapes a sick plates of dentures full of air holes the tailor couldn't mend straight shoot her full of air holes climbing up the casket take me to the casket teeth upon her red throat screw me in the daisies rip apart her holler snip the seas fantastic treat her like a sailor full and free and nervous out to make his fortune either this or that way sickly or in good health piss upon a building like a dog in training teach to heel or holler yodel on a sing song down upon the carpet fire on the carpet set the house ablazing seize and bring it flaming gently to the ground ground Dizzy Bell Miss Fortune fat and full of love-juice drip it on the carpet down below the fire hose weep and whisky fortune sail me to the moon, dear drunken dungeon sailors headless Roman horsemen the king and queen are empty their heads are in the outhouse fish upon the water bowl upon the saviour tooothless wigged Laureate plain and full of fancy name upon a letterhead impressing all wheatgerm love you for a nickel ball you for a quarter set the casket flaming do not go ..

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Monday, October 11, 2004

This is the end, Beautiful friend
This is the end, My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be, So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain

And all the children are insane, All the children are insane

Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best, The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is callin' us, The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...fuck you
C'mon baby, take a chance with us

And meet me at the back of the blue bus

Doin' a blue rock, On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock, C'mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end, Beautiful friend
This is the end, My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me

The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end

If anyone still wishes to keep in contact with me, they can reach me either at my Fathers house 745-5243 or through e-mail flowerpissangst@yahoo.com I will no longer be typing on xanga.

This is insignificant.

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Fold Your Hands Child You Walk Like a Peasant
By Belle & Sebastian
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Saturday, October 02, 2004

Girls who are boys

Who like boys to be girls

Who do boys like they're girls

Who do girls like they're boys

Always should be someone you really love

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Thursday, September 30, 2004

bored,sad..music as mathematics...

I'm frustrated by everyone here.

OH BONDAGE UP YOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Note: the views of Edith Pop may or may not be the views of Laura Hajek as well.

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Monday, September 27, 2004

The Philosophy of Edith Pop from A-z:

QUICK THOUGHTS IN A VELVET MOOD:

I think postmodern is where it's at

I think Glitter might be the prettiest plastic of all.

I think I'd like to be plastic.

I think the revolution could be an everyday sort of thing.

I think neon make-up makes me look like a sick alien.

I think my friends are weird and beautiful.

I think driving late at night is the best.

I think your eyes look like snowy forests.

I think high school drop-outs retain a certain level of coolness no matter what.

I think I could survive on my own.

I think I'd rather have you instead.

I think having a career is unimportant.

I think money is best if you get rid of it really fast.

I think being deep doesn't mean being depressed all the time.

I think chaos is necessary.

I think learning about music is treating it too mathematically.

I think Punk is dead.

I think Punk is alive.

I think it's better if you live art,rather than just making it.

I think being an artist is directly connected with how cool your outward appearance looks.

I think restaurants should be open later.

I think Capitalism is evil.

I think establishment is evil.

I think my religion might be the study of cracks in pavement.

I think my best friend.

I think alot of the people I used to care about,really don't matter anymore.

I think people put too much importance on xanga entries.

I think some people are machienes.

I think the study of beauty may be the most relevant.

EDITH POP ON: MUSIC

I believe that music has gone considerably downhill. The government and corporations (which are basically the same thing), have completely cashed in on the "Introspective folk rocker mode" and continually make people think that just because a songs message is sad and sung by a 20-something boy with shaggy hair. None of the current popular artists can hold my attention because they aren't odd to look at. There isn't a strong sense of novelty.

I think the only subversive form of music is electronica and techno. It truly is the music of the computer generation. Older generations can never understand how a series of electronic beats reflect music, but we (continually force fed technology), see the complete correalation between machiene and sex ,love,friendship,depression,fury,anger,dreams and despair. Even within our generation techno is hardly respected and embraced by subcultures.

The modern world is old. We have become the machienes.

EDITH POP ON WORK:

Never work. Work is never necessary. You should never go to work if you have anything better to do,or if someone asks you not to. Work should be an experiment. You should try to avoid feeling loyalty to your specific product.It's important to joke with the customers and you can always get on the girls good side if you compliment their jewelry. You make more tips when you put the "college fund" sign towards the front. You should never work anywhere that doesn't give you free stuff or discounts.

EDITH POP ON BEST FRIENDS:

MORE TO COME....

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Say Yes by Elliot Smith

I'm in love with the world through the eyes of a girl who's still around the morning after we broke up a month ago and I grew up I didn't know I'd be around the morning after it's always been wait and see a happy day and then you pay and feel like shit the morning after but now I feel changed around and instead falling down I'm standing up the morning after situations get ------ up and turned around sooner or later and I could be another fool or an exception to the rule you tell me the morning after crooked spin can't come to rest I'm damaged bad at best she'll decide what she wants I'll probably be the last to know no one says until it shows and you see how it is they want you or they don't say yes I'm in love with the world through the eyes of a girl who's still around the morning after

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