Current mood:	calm
Entry tags:	bloody awful poetry

The Saturday that was not a Saturday.
First and foremost:

Happy Birthday angelbuffy0! *smooches Tara* May all your naked David dreams come true.

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It's MUCH cooler here today, which is a relief. Heat makes me all woggy and unproductive. Of course, I was supposed to head over to S's this afternoon, but I just don't feel like hanging out today. I feel like buckling down and getting some writing done!

I suck at poetry, have I ever mentioned that? And I'm trying to work up to writing some to submit for greeting cards. Predictably, it all sucks. But I will persevere. I mean... have you READ the crap they put on greeting cards? Seriously.

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BWAH! copperbadge cracks me up, even when he's discussing "Moronic Design". Hee. Seriously. Check it out. I refuse to call it "Intelligent Design". It should be called what it is -- BIBLICAL CREATIONISM. Down with bullshit semantics designed to fool the easily duped masses.

We need to set up Secular Schools, like "Christian" Schools, but based on facts. Which, of course, is what PUBLIC education in the US is SUPPOSED to be, but this is the AEON OF DUB, after all. Facts, schmacts.

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David's Abs or No? The controversy continues. *G*

I still say -- a steak and beer (or any other human) man NEVER has abs that show clearly through an opaque tee shirt.

Not that I won't continue to drool happily like a good insane fangirl. Check out the entire spread at david_b_daily. And omg did they dress him (or, quite possibly, he dressed himself) in some FUGLY clothes.

Rule #1 for DB photo shoots: Do not let the boy choose his own clothes.

Rule #2: Water. Lots and lots of water. Bathtub, wet shirt, whatever, as long as he's soaked.

Rule #3: You can never go wrong with chains and nudity.

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Today's selection from metafandom: Why are people such rude assholes? Aka: get a real hobby.

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Heh. I was playing with one of those magnetic poem generators.

your touch on my skin
honey-moist sweet
soft
sacred sun
listen. know
warm want. worship.
kiss of wine.
like vast, magnificent forever
whisper: sugar.
pleasure. moon. ocean.
hunger and
make the wind laugh.
remember
we tell this one
with only tantalizing, naked tongues.

- HAF

Hee. Pretentious, nonsensical and wordy. I like it. *G* I'm a bloody awful poet. Like ee cummings or Pablo Neruda, in a way.