pink_cigar

Solar stars

Wed, 03 Oct 2007 06:03:34 GMT

Darling, we
are nude
and nascent
in the terrible bright light
of the ancient solar stars,

that whisper to us
our dreadful mortality,
without words, through

the language of the stars.

White Rock Sea Festival

Tue, 14 Aug 2007 05:56:39 GMT

Tonight, I attended the White Rock Sea Festival parade which was one of the most embarrassing displays I've ever seen. To fill the gaps in between the 'floats' (just unorganized children sitting on flatbeds with fake palm trees tied on) they had cars driving through with nothing more than a single string of Christmas lights on.

I know we live in a small town. But for the love of Christ, have we no shame? I recall the glorious log rolling competitions that were held in Hope during Brigade Days. Of course, I also remember tying hastily made plastic pom poms onto my purple bike to ride in the parade through the 50 feet of main street. Perhaps this is the curse of all small towns. The curse of tasteless, uninteresting reams of people waving and holding streamers.

It is a terrible, terrible curse.

I still wonder why Gordon Hogg was sitting in a truck blasting YMCA with a drunken 20 something in a cow-print pimp cowboy dancing in the truckbed. These are questions that I expect may never be answered.. and my only solace was whispering 'Abortion is SO right' to Russ Hiebert as he passed.

Also, I had a moment where my true nature was disturbingly laid naked before me when I tackled a 5 year old out of the way to grab a red lollipop that the Coast Guard threw at us from atop a float.

He ended up getting the red lollipop. I am still burned.

puzzling

Sun, 11 Mar 2007 21:33:20 GMT

It is a puzzle
this
love thing
that everyone is putting
together
and pulling apart:

a real puzzle.

Ricardo Ricardo!

Thu, 01 Mar 2007 05:53:58 GMT

opium and snow
and I am just about dead
with butterfly stomach.

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Wed, 28 Feb 2007 04:58:36 GMT

I do not believe

I have a soul

but if I did

the buttons of my body would pop

because it is bursting.

beholden to my unscrupulous uterus

Wed, 28 Feb 2007 04:55:11 GMT

oh boy

can you see it glowing like a big balloon
in the blue sky?

like a red umbrella caught in the wind,
stuck in a tree?

heart-beat
like two tapshoes

on a radiator

tap-a-tap-a-tap-a-tap-a-tap
sir
follow me or I will die.

candy pirates avast!

Mon, 15 Jan 2007 10:57:49 GMT

thanks for "talking" to me
things that are rad: bicycles, rollerblades and the principle of original horizontality. says:
I was in MSN despair mode.
things that are rad: bicycles, rollerblades and the principle of original horizontality. says:
I wrote the angsty poetry and everything.
augustus margary says:
you're "welcome"
things that are rad: bicycles, rollerblades and the principle of original horizontality. says:
but now I feel better
things that are rad: bicycles, rollerblades and the principle of original horizontality. says:
hahah
augustus margary says:
(you're seriously welcome)
things that are rad: bicycles, rollerblades and the principle of original horizontality. says:
I only put the quotes because we're typing.. not speaking
augustus margary says:
haha i know
things that are rad: bicycles, rollerblades and the principle of original horizontality. says:
*swirls tea and gazes into the night sky* "Tonight we savage the unrest in our beating breasts, Frederick."
augustus margary says:
*adjusts monocle* "And tomorrow, Bethany, we will learn about rocks."
things that are rad: bicycles, rollerblades and the principle of original horizontality. says:
*sighs, and vomits up a replica of Michelangelo's David which we later auction off for 20000 dollars*
augustus margary says:
hahaha
augustus margary says:
*trips on essay about german expressionism and falls and fractures GPA*
things that are rad: bicycles, rollerblades and the principle of original horizontality. says:
hahahahaha
things that are rad: bicycles, rollerblades and the principle of original horizontality. says:
*patches GPA with torn up A+ Art History 1100 wank, and tenderly tapes it with the sticky ethical ramifications of abortion*
augustus margary says:
*takes a miligram of feminist theory and retires to clinic of the humanities*
things that are rad: bicycles, rollerblades and the principle of original horizontality. says:
hahah
things that are rad: bicycles, rollerblades and the principle of original horizontality. says:
after you typed that
things that are rad: bicycles, rollerblades and the principle of original horizontality. says:
my computer screen went black
things that are rad: bicycles, rollerblades and the principle of original horizontality. says:
"the end"
augustus margary says:
haha
augustus margary says:
just like the "ending" of casino royale
things that are rad: bicycles, rollerblades and the principle of original horizontality. says:
" "
augustus margary says:
"and then they stabbed him in the upper arm."
augustus margary says:
FADE TO BLACK
things that are rad: bicycles, rollerblades and the principle of original horizontality. says:
"Goodnight children"
augustus margary says:
tune in next week for another wacky bond adventure!
things that are rad: bicycles, rollerblades and the principle of original horizontality. says:
hahaha
things that are rad: bicycles, rollerblades and the principle of original horizontality. says:
I bet one of the he-man episodes in the first series ends like that
things that are rad: bicycles, rollerblades and the principle of original horizontality. says:
and they all laugh.
augustus margary says:
hahaha probably
augustus margary says:
they just forgot to write the end for it
augustus margary says:
so they laugh for seven minutes straight
augustus margary says:
while orco accidentally explodes the toaster
things that are rad: bicycles, rollerblades and the principle of original horizontality. says:
"remember kids, don't purchase stocks without thoroughly investigating your market options!"
augustus margary says:
hahaha
things that are rad: bicycles, rollerblades and the principle of original horizontality. says:
hahah
augustus margary says:
"in this weeks lesson, orco burnt some toast. when you smoke crystal meth, it's like putting your mind in a toaster! so be like heman and don't do a bunch of crank and then stab your dad"
augustus margary says:
this week's episode*
things that are rad: bicycles, rollerblades and the principle of original horizontality. says:
hahahahaaha
augustus margary says:
the writer's are like "well, we've done our service to humanity THIS week!"
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
hahahah
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
that takes the cake
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
of the world.
augustus margary says:
hahaha
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
best thing I've ever read
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
par none.
augustus margary says:
wow, that's some pretty lofty praise
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
Including Dostoevsky's 'Brothers Karamazov' and Lord Byron's collected works
augustus margary says:
haha i was about to mention something like that
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
haha
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
if you illustrated it
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
perhaps.. it would be better than the Sock Craft book.
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
but.. ONLY MAYBE.
augustus margary says:
!
augustus margary says:
if i outdid the sockcraft book
augustus margary says:
i would drop out of school and quit my job and become a hermit
augustus margary says:
because i'd know that i'd reached the pinnacle of earthly acheivement
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
hahahaha
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
the ultimate unsurpassable element of genius
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
that one step further, leads to madness.
augustus margary says:
hahaha yes
augustus margary says:
i would become and ascetic and live in the woods
augustus margary says:
for fear of becoming the next hitler
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
hahaha
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
becoming a tool of mass destruction that no man could hope to stop once momentum was gained.
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
turning entire cities into sock dragons, on a whim.
augustus margary says:
hahaha
augustus margary says:
introducing a whole new, horrific, sock-puppet driven breed of warfare
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
hahahah
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
sock-cat tanks, flanked by infantry in sock-snow man military gear
augustus margary says:
hahaha
augustus margary says:
with sock dragon masks
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
hahahaha!
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
so redundant!
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
but smacking disconcertingly of genius unbridled and madness unchecked.
augustus margary says:
hahaha
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
we have to send this conversation to pulitzers grave
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
and bury it with him.
augustus margary says:
hahaha yes
augustus margary says:
but not before we adapt it into the first truly great novel of the 21st century
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
oh yeah!
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
hey!
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
sweet!
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
we have like.. half a century to write the best novel of the 21st century!
augustus margary says:
yeah! we can so do it!
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
it starts out in the dusty streets of los angeles, wearing zombreros, carelessly vim'ing the latino prositutes as they languidly sell their warm bodies and chiclets.
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
(We're wearing zombreros)
augustus margary says:
hahaha *picturing a novel wearing several zombreros*
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
hahaha
augustus margary says:
and it takes us up the treacherous ladder of success to the heights of success, and later excess as we get lost upon a vast ocean of m&ms which we had built just so we could be candy pirates
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
candy pirates!
augustus margary says:
"a sobering look into the depths of the human soul."
-noam chomsky
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
the vast ocean of m&m's that used to be winnipeg
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
hahahaha
augustus margary says:
hahaha
augustus margary says:
"what have we done to winnipeg?!?"
augustus margary says:
will be the line that will define our generation
"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
"Disturbs the equilibrium of one's cochlea, and catapults your vagina into a pit of phallic snakes that later are killed and the vagina triumphs and my vagina is the best"
- Margaret Atwood

"be like he-man and don't do a bunch of crank and stab your dad" says:
hahahahhaa
augustus margary says:
hahahah
augustus margary says:
"i just burnt my mouth on this pop tart, which is totally a poignant metaphor for the ennui of the boring middle aged hipster. also this book is pretty good."
-douglas coupland

the boys i mean are not refined - ee cummings

Sun, 31 Dec 2006 20:30:38 GMT

the boys i mean are not refined

   the boys i mean are not refined
   they go with girls who buck and bite
   they do not give a fuck for luck
   they hump them thirteen times a night

   one hangs a hat upon her tit
   one carves a cross on her behind
   they do not give a shit for wit
   the boys i mean are not refined

   they come with girls who bite and buck
   who cannot read and cannot write
   who laugh like they would fall apart
   and masturbate with dynamite

   the boys i mean are not refined
   they cannot chat of that and this
   they do not give a fart for art
   they kill like you would take a piss

   they speak whatever's on their mind
   they do whatever's in their pants
   the boys i mean are not refined
   they shake the mountains when they dance

Thu, 07 Dec 2006 18:50:05 GMT

wow, first UBC exam over with. I was so shakey when I was writing it. Last night I stayed over at Jeremy's place because I couldn't get in touch with Sandra. I am still confused about why she didn't contact me until about 10:30pm and then left a message telling me not to call her between 3 and 6 because she'd be in exams.. but that it was ok that I sleepover..

Maybe it's a cultural thing.

In any case, I stayed over at Jeremy's and rolled the phattest joint ever (which I disdained to partake in the smoking of)and played bookworm adventures and then couldn't fall asleep because I was too worried about this exam. I slept on this couch which is deceptively small, and I kept waking up in the middle of the night and had to imagine myself walking down the street in my underwear to fall asleep. (Trick: when you can't fall asleep, imagine something ridiculous and you'll get distracted and forget you want to sleep and then pass out).

I had a dream the night before last that an imminent poet told me that my poetry had potential. Can you say "desperate for positive reinforcement?". I can. Many many times.

I'm having a luncheon with grandpa joe today. He keeps claiming that they have some sort of exquisite meal at lunch-time at his old-folks home, so I'm going to "check up on the facts". I am currently in the UBC .. SUB, and taking up the best spot ever. I think. It is the best to me.

I wrote a paragraph in Russian claiming that UBC is the best university in the world. I was lying!!!

Jeremy found my brown jacque cousteau cap on the floor of his van!! I was sure that I lost it at the Skytrain station months ago. BUt now it's on my head for all the world to see.

I'm seeing some sort of modern play on Friday. Modern sounds like an old term. MOdern is so 30 years ago. Let's call it post-modern, and put an existential cherry on top. In any case, it's being put on by this completely self-absorbed theatre-type guy named Dave Brown. That's two letters too close to the name 'Dan Brown' for me.
It's about nazis or something. It has no plot and it's a statement about how things like holocaust need to happen to change time in order to further the morality of the human race or something.

Very scandalous.

Well, I'm off to the bus-loop to see my grand-pere.

what the heck

Sun, 03 Dec 2006 10:52:07 GMT

AL ATE THE FUCKING MUFFLER AGAIN

Sun, 03 Dec 2006 10:43:48 GMT

dear totally secret journal,

today I did not spend about 2 hours watching he-man and taking screenshots of particularly entertaining scenes.

I also did not have too much caffeine whilst studying at starbucks with sonny bobardt. And I am totally not awake at 2:42 am on livejournal.

I also do not plan to re-watch he man and take more screenshots.

yours truly,
Emily Horn

Sun, 26 Nov 2006 04:12:23 GMT

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Wed, 15 Nov 2006 07:33:13 GMT

"Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest." — Émile Zola

Sat, 20 May 2006 03:39:59 GMT

as freedom is a breakfastfood... (25)
e.e. cummings
as freedom is a breakfastfood
or truth can live with right and wrong
or molehills are from mountains made
-long enough and just so long
will being pay the rent of seem
and genius please the talentgang
and water most encourage flame

as hatracks into peachtrees grow
or hopes dance best on bald men's hair
and every finger is a toe
and any courage is a fear
-long enough and just so long
will the impure think all things pure
and hornets wail by children stung

or as the seeing are the blind
and robins never welcome spring
nor flatfolk prove their world is round
nor dingsters die at break of dong
and common's rare and millstones float
-long enough and just so long
tomorrow will not be too late

worms are the words but joy's the voice
down shall go which and up come who
breasts will be breasts and thighs will be thighs
deeds cannot dream what dreams can do
-time is a tree (this life one leaf)
but love is the sky and i am for you
just so long and long enough

BLONDES HAVE MORE BUN.

Fri, 24 Mar 2006 00:34:07 GMT

I had this really weird dream last night! I was leaving for Finland, and my ride copped out on me. Apparently I was driving to finland. Anyway, this random guy was really enthusiastic, and ssaid that he'd drive me to Finland. So we were at a gas-station buying treats and.. exchanging currency? Then we ran into my step-dad and he was like "You're going to Finland?? Good for you!" and then, I realized that the guy that was supposed to drive me started growing a grey mullet, and HE became my stepdad (a younger version). Anyway, I was having second thoughts about him driving me to Finland. Then he decided to opt to hang out with his girlfriend instead. So I was late for Finland and had to find a way to get there on my own.

That's rife with symbolism.

SYMBO.. LISM.
Oh man

fuck work!

BEACH.

oh I dyed my hair blonde yesterday!

Tue, 07 Mar 2006 05:04:53 GMT

Tiny top
in a spinning
sputtering
dry-eyed
galaxy

spun with
the soft hands
of wisdom
and insanity

whispering
through
the stars
on its own

axis.

There will
be nothing
nothing to stop
it
until it hits
a moon.

I am probably a slut!

Wed, 01 Mar 2006 01:58:08 GMT

*gay!*

Mon, 27 Feb 2006 20:55:55 GMT

ho ho

good times in the hood. That's all I have to say. Last night I had a dream that I went on myspace and sonny's pictures had been shrunk to a miniscule size. And i could barely see them.

best dreams in the univeserrseseese.

nothing happens in my life. Like, all this 'stuff' happens. But it's like sophie said when she was out here, if you tried to explain what actually PHYSICALLY happened.. nothing did. We live in this stupid mental adventure world because white rock is so fucking boring.

THE JAZZ HAS HIT THE FIZZ.

Sun, 19 Feb 2006 01:00:21 GMT

Remarkable! I have managed to do 3 productive things in the last 4 hours that I've been conscious. I think this is a new record. Usually sitting at home = MSN, MSN, MSN, sifting through piles of scratched cd's, and MSN. I think my dad wasn't sure if I was dead or not, because I was fully occupied in my room sans computer.

A dawning of a new age. I even did some of my laundry! It's probably the dawning of COMPLETE FUCKING BOREDOM. Having a cold = one of the lamest things ever. Except for the parts where you get to miss work and spend the day reading/writing/drawing. So really, IT'S NOT THAT FUCKING BAD. OK?

So life = pretty good! I feel like I was on a boat that was tipping into the ocean for a really horribly long drawn out time, and NOW, now I feel like the boat is sailing on into the great blue yonder. Which I kind of am. Going to Australia MARCH 15. ho ho! That'll be weird. but SOOO much fun (i HOPE!). I don't know how it wouldn't be fun, considering that I'll be hanging out with THE BEST OZZIES IN THE UNIVERRSEEE... and possibly meet more?

POSSIBLY!?!?!?!

g2g!

Some fuckin' love quotes or something.

Tue, 14 Feb 2006 22:46:29 GMT

Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.
~Boethius, The Consolation of Philosophy, A.D. 524

When love is not madness, it is not love.
~Pedro Calderon de la Barca

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
~Friedrich Nietzsche

Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd.
~Voltaire

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
~William Shakespeare

kisses are a better fate
than wisdom.
~e.e. cummings

"Please don't look at the part of the glass that is only half full."
~George Bush

Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.
~Charles M. Schulz, Charlie Brown in "Peanuts"

This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.
~Dalai Lama

One cannot refuse to eat just because there is a chance of being choked.
~Chinese Proverb

Silence means consent.
-late 14th
(ahhh... 14th century sexual harassment..)

A witty saying proves nothing.
~Voltaire

THIS GUY LOOKS LIKE A QUEEN.

Tue, 14 Feb 2006 01:39:14 GMT

As Sure As If
Sky Gilbert

From: Digressions of a Naked party Girl, ECW Press, 1998

Longing is a kind of company
there is a generosity in it
a presence inside the ache
a gift
(standing on the subway and not thinking of you, sure, earlier there had
been something, but then: some skinny boy with fuzzy hair and a receding
hairline -- he had some girl pressed against a pole -- and suddenly it was
you, jumping up and down in my livingroom and saying "If you break my heart,
I'll break your face" and demanding we dye our hair, and it was your fierce
bravery against whatever it is that was killing you, as something so
evidently was, that I loved, very clearly "I have a lesion on my nose" you
said, I didn't bother to ask, I was afraid to ask, why you used that word,
lesion)
I have a feeling you'll turn up
But meanwhile,
there is, like a cold blast of wind in the face,
that whisper, when the cat makes a strange scurrying sound,
the certainty of my longing,
which places you here beside me
as sure as if

choice ee cummings

Tue, 07 Feb 2006 04:44:50 GMT

[Oh sweet spontaneous]

O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting

fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked

thee
,has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy

beauty .how
often have religions taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and

buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
(but
true

to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover

thou answerest

them only with

spring)

ee cummings

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[maggie and milly and molly and may]

maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea

ee cummings

The wankster just hit the juice.

Thu, 02 Feb 2006 10:04:28 GMT

This process
of amelioration
is valiant

and sad

and violent
and a tad

over the top

sometimes.

My apologies
to the chef

who cooked up
this marvellous
soup

of you and me
and me and you
and us
and him and them.

Thu, 02 Feb 2006 09:51:36 GMT

Whisper in my ear, my dear
the terror of this
listless afternoon

when we can stare at one
another
and see different worlds
but encompass both
as one.

Married by years
of trial
and led on
by bleary eyed
evenings

that we called love,

let us shatter
our selves
every day break

convinced
that we are whole
only together

no more.

xxxv (abridged)

Tue, 31 Jan 2006 21:21:11 GMT

mehitabel dances with boreas
by don marquis

...

whirl mehitable whirl
flirt your tail and spin
dance to the tune your guts will cry
when they string a violin

eight of my lives are gone
it s years since my fur was slicked
but blow north wind blow
i m damned if i am licked

girls we was all of us ladies
we was o wotthehell
and once a lady always game
by crikey blood will tell

whirl mehitabel whirl
spin shadow spin
the wind will pipe on your marrow bones
your slats are a mandolin

by cripes i have danced the shimmy
in rooms as warm as a dream
and go to sleep on a cushion
with a bellyfull of cream

it s one day up and next day down
i led a romantic life
it was being abducted so many times
as spoiled me for a wife

dance mehitabel dance
till your old bones fly apart
i ain t got any regrets
for i gave my life to my art

whirl mehitabel whirl
caper my girl and grin
and pick at your guts with your frosty feet
they re the strings of a violin

girls we was all of us ladies
until we went and fell
and oncet a thoroughbred always game
i ask you wotthehell

it s last week up and this week down
and always the devil to pay
but cripes i was always the lady
and the word is toujours gai

be a tabby tame if you want
somebody's pussy and pet
the life i led was the life i liked
and there s pep in the old dame yet

whirl mehitabel whirl
leap shadow leap
you gotto dance till the sun comes up
for you got no place to sleep
archy