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[09 Sep 2009|01:16pm] River waltz by Cowboy Junkies I'm going to find me a dying river And strike a deal with her I'll say, "I'll fold you in two and I'll carry you away To a place where your headwaters will flow Clean through to your mouth." In return I'll request a small sanctuary By her banks where we will live with our small family She will water our garden and clean the dirt from our skin. While the world clamours at our door We will dance and not let them in. And if one day we wake up to a bed dry as a bone Find our river stolen, find our sanctuary gone We will stand and take stock and be grateful For what we've not lost. We will pack up our bags, pack our small family Head across the valley to where the aspen trees Shiver as they ascend - the green hills rising to blue. At the edge of the chopping we will turn And bid fond "adieu". All that I know to be true Is the touch of your hand on my skin. One look from you can so easily soothe All this turmoil within As we dance cheek to cheek With our feet so completely Locked in a time all our own. I stop to speak But you gently keep me Moving in time to the song. And in a voice that is sloppy with gin You say, "let the world spin." I'm going to find me a dying river And strike a deal with her I'll say, "I'll fold you in two and I'll carry you away To place where your headwaters will flow Clean through to your mouth." In return I'll request a small sanctuary By her banks where we will live with our small family She will water our garden and clean the dirt from our skin. While the world clamours at our door We will dance and not let them in. higher learning

[08 Sep 2009|01:17pm] I believe misogyny and patriarchy are closet homo lovers and they screw over their sisters cause they’re scared to screw each other. i believe harriet tubman should be on the dollar bill we’ve had our fill of white boy faces time to change places. i believe hilary, not bill, should have worn the crown they could have learned from jack and jill which one would break it and fall down. i believe there are too many lonely lesbians looking for a lover and if some would lift their cool masks maybe they would find each other. i believe people and products both need less packaging cause bullshit is still bullshit when you pull off all the wrapping. i believe people are see-through if you hold em up to the light i believe people are enlightening if you plug em in right. i believe our system is a love affair between the up and upper classes cause it’s easy to get screwed when you’re just raping all the masses i believe diet coke is liquid steel i believe too many women drink their meal. i believe in survival of the fittest-- if you’re ranking members of a gym but if you’re talking about the human club, you gotta let everybody in. i believe you should learn more than one language you should learn to talk in tongues and lips i believe in nipples and skin and toes and hips. i believe in noise from teeth and throats and cunts the noise of poetry, music, laughter, after screaming cunnilingus. i believe women are sexy without makeup or clothes i believe women are sexy when they’re reciting prose i don’t believe in horoscopes, fortune, fate, luck, or chance i believe sometimes shit works out just cause of circumstance. so i believe if you call the wrong number you should talk for a while you might like em more than who you meant to dial. i believe small talk is for small people who have nothing much to say if you really think it’s so nice out, shut up and go enjoy the fucking day i believe wall street invented the criminal mentality the easter bunny laid mandatory heterosexuality i believe mutual masturbation makes a lot of sense i don’t believe in a white picket fence i believe in picking fights and picketing riot dykes i believe in loving in groups, i believe in loving alone. i believe in hardship, in travelling through hard shit then i believe in coming home. i believe some wives find their husbands boring and they picture women naked while those boys are snoring i believe men need to revolutionize themselves or they’ll see all those wives kissing jill sobule and me. i believe there are more buttons and more clever bumper stickers every day and less and less sticking to what they have to say more recycling of garbage, more recycling of cash it all ends up in the same bin -- with all the white corporate trash. i believe there are too many babies and too many weddings and too many headings that started with Monica i believe post-gay is presumptious just plain gay functions. i don’t believe in ex-gay i believe trent lott should be b.b. gun-shot ex-punged from this term before the thousand years he’s got left i believe barbie should be used in anatomy class as a perfect bag of bones then taken to biogenetics as an argument against clones. i believe cell phone culture is ridiculous imprisoning us in the cell of a social fetish i believe baby dolls should have realistic clits. so baby dykes can start getting used to it. and i believed the guy i waited on today who said i’m one hundred percent nice i don’t bite i said i believe you sir and i’ll take the beer can you believe i’m one hundred percent queer and i talk it and i teach it and i poet and i preach it and I hold it and I mold it and I know it so I give it. cause I’m sure that I believe i’m still learning how to live it. -alix olson higher learning

[07 Sep 2009|11:29am] All my tears have fallen on your pages, all my smiles have beamed upon you, till you have swelled, and leave me to join the other books, to melt into one Book -- my Life! Your strength will be the wave that will sweep me, carry me to the pinnacle of my life's task, whatever it may yet be. I love you. You are the treasure box of the things dearest to me -- the images of someone who will never live again, the girl of today, older tomorrow. Time is the greatest thief of all; it carries away things that are never replaced or reborn. Tomorrow I will have lost something, the thoughts of today, but I will be learning other things, developing, crystallizing. So keep here for me all the things I have given you -- the unsolved mysteries, the broken enchantments, the reflections of a storm-tossed soul, the reflections of a girl's simple exterior and complicated, perplexing interior life. They do not belong to me anymore; they are yours. I love them in you because a creator always loves his creations, like a mother her children. But I part with you for the very love of them: you will keep them for me, unsoiled, while I travel through strange, perilous langs. From The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, Volume II (1920-1923) by Anaïs Nin higher learning

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