its that time of the, again

by heytherewildflower

here is nailpolish actually looking good. Nailpolish is ok, but if it really adds something, I am invariably impressed.

unfortunately, shaking fingers syndrome will always block me from ever again being a nailpolish girl, although when i was 13 ish I thought Mandy Moore’s blood red sexy vampy nails were the coolest thing ever and so I did that red nailpolish thing for 4 years or so before giving up on my finger stumps indefinitely.

my toe stumps are even worse. but thats a different story.

I wish I had some sort of something to say besides I feel calm for the first time since visiting JEssica and Anna in Rhode Island….except thats not very interesting.


by: Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837-1909)

YING asleep between the strokes of night
I saw my love lean over my sad bed,
Pale as the duskiest lily’s leaf or head,
Smooth-skinned and dark, with bare throat made to bite,
Too wan for blushing and too warm for white,
But perfect-coloured without white or red.
And her lips opened amorously, and said–
I wist not what, saving one word–Delight
And all her face was honey to my mouth,
And all her body pasture to mine eyes;
The long lithe arms and hotter hands than fire,
The quivering flanks, hair smelling of the south,
The bright light feet, the splendid supple thighs
And glittering eyelids of my soul’s desire.
infinite wizdumbs of our mR FAULKNER:
(whose favorite poet was Swinburne, by the way, and if you know anything about either writer, this piece of factoid should come as a surprise.)


“It’s a shame that the only thing a man can do for eight hours a day is work. He can’t eat for eight hours; he can’t drink for eight hours; he can’t make love for eight hours. The only thing a man can do for eight hours is work. ”
— William Faulkner

“Once a bitch always a bitch, what I say.”
— William Faulkner (The Sound and the Fury)

“I feel like a wet seed, wild in the hot, blind earth.”
— William Faulkner (As I Lay Dying)

“Henry James was one of the nicest old ladies I ever met.”
—William Faulkner

“Everything in Los Angeles is too large, too loud and usually banal in concept… The plastic asshole of the world.”
— William Faulkner

“She forced herself once more to think of nothing, to keep her consciousness immersed, as a little dog that one keeps under water until he has stopped struggling”
— William Faulkner

“You men,’ she says. ‘You durn men.”
— William Faulkner