Enjoy!
I am too political for my own good. I believe in Mermaids and Unicorns. I am the ringleader of Lunacy. I am sane inside insanity. I am who I am and I am what I am. And, truly, that is all I can ever be.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
The Guys Are Coming
This song is by Wheesung (whom I've blogged songs by before) featuring Ailee. I am currently in love with this song. It literally gave me goosebumps the first time I watched/listened to it.
I blame Pom Pomme Pomegranate.
Enjoy!
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Jezebel
Everywhere you looked there was lice and disease, hunger and pain. Starvation was a constant bedfellow. Some had turned to cannibalism. They murdered their children, and abandoned babes, and consumed them. Some cut down the executed, some dug out fresh corpses. All to stave off the ever-present hunger.
The lice, and diseases they brought, drove men to madness. Some stood on the corners, or sides of the road, cupping their hands to receive water that never came. They preached the end of the world and often killed themselves in a public display of self-loathing. By the next day they were nothing but glistening bones and dust.
Long had we been forced to live in these conditions while the king and queen drank clean water and ate to their fill. We stood in the recesses of the castle at night as the king made love to his queen on golden fabrics and lice-free beds.
Even though their people starved and went mad all around them, they seemed oblivious to everything, but themselves. That night we took our places in history, rebellious revolutionaries demanding our dance with fate.
~
On that night, I caressed the queen's quivering form. She did not glare at me in hate, her only expression was that of confusion. She must have wondered who I was. I kissed her passionately as the gilded blade slid inside of her. It has been said that there is no lover as beautiful as death and her knife. Her eyes fluttered only a moment before they closed. A true patriot, I had saved her.
The king did not die so easily. One thousand black crows decided his fate. Each one hungrier than the next for their morsel of tender flesh. Judged and found wanting, they pronounced a punishment fit for a man called tyrant. They tore him apart, piece by piece, until all that remained was his shattered skull. He had been eaten alive by a crowd that had once worshiped him.
~
Then Israel stood up, his eyes bright in the birth of a new dawn and a new nation. His white dreadlocks created a halo around his dark face so that we saw him as he was. Our saviour.
"My people," he cried. "this night we have wrested freedom from the hands of tyranny. We have labored through the birth of a new day. We have given life to the revolution and paid the prices due. Now is the dawn of our new age, given with blood and tears. Celebrate your new freedom!"
The crowd roared with consent, a deafening ocean of voices rising as one to his ears. They had died, killed and shed many a tear for this new era. Now their new found god, their new tyrant, called them to dance and make love and drink in the halls of a murdered king.
And they did so with relish.
~
I stood beside him as he spoke, the blood of my beautiful queen staining my lips and hands. He kissed those bloody lips when he was done. He gave my new name to the hungry crows, as they reveled in the filth they had created, a name to eclipse any other. I have been called many things.
"This is my queen. My Jezebel." He spoke my new name as a caress, said it with pride and fear. He had crowned us king and queen, undisputed before the crowd. With those perfect lips, and a poisonous tongue, he pronounced our doom.
I stood with him the day our names were called. There was a price to be paid and we must pay it. We stood on the scaffold, as a king had before us. Israel, unbelieving, stared out at the same hungry crows that had devoured the previous saviour. They called for his blood as they had for the tyrant before. They meant to have it.
They tore at my dress and my short hair, declaring me a witch and a pixie. The nakedness only served to frenzy them. Israel cried out, "Save me, save me!" In the end he was just as weak as any other man of flesh and blood.
And, just as the Jezebel before me, I was devoured by the wild dogs.
The lice, and diseases they brought, drove men to madness. Some stood on the corners, or sides of the road, cupping their hands to receive water that never came. They preached the end of the world and often killed themselves in a public display of self-loathing. By the next day they were nothing but glistening bones and dust.
Long had we been forced to live in these conditions while the king and queen drank clean water and ate to their fill. We stood in the recesses of the castle at night as the king made love to his queen on golden fabrics and lice-free beds.
Even though their people starved and went mad all around them, they seemed oblivious to everything, but themselves. That night we took our places in history, rebellious revolutionaries demanding our dance with fate.
~
On that night, I caressed the queen's quivering form. She did not glare at me in hate, her only expression was that of confusion. She must have wondered who I was. I kissed her passionately as the gilded blade slid inside of her. It has been said that there is no lover as beautiful as death and her knife. Her eyes fluttered only a moment before they closed. A true patriot, I had saved her.
The king did not die so easily. One thousand black crows decided his fate. Each one hungrier than the next for their morsel of tender flesh. Judged and found wanting, they pronounced a punishment fit for a man called tyrant. They tore him apart, piece by piece, until all that remained was his shattered skull. He had been eaten alive by a crowd that had once worshiped him.
~
Then Israel stood up, his eyes bright in the birth of a new dawn and a new nation. His white dreadlocks created a halo around his dark face so that we saw him as he was. Our saviour.
"My people," he cried. "this night we have wrested freedom from the hands of tyranny. We have labored through the birth of a new day. We have given life to the revolution and paid the prices due. Now is the dawn of our new age, given with blood and tears. Celebrate your new freedom!"
The crowd roared with consent, a deafening ocean of voices rising as one to his ears. They had died, killed and shed many a tear for this new era. Now their new found god, their new tyrant, called them to dance and make love and drink in the halls of a murdered king.
And they did so with relish.
~
I stood beside him as he spoke, the blood of my beautiful queen staining my lips and hands. He kissed those bloody lips when he was done. He gave my new name to the hungry crows, as they reveled in the filth they had created, a name to eclipse any other. I have been called many things.
"This is my queen. My Jezebel." He spoke my new name as a caress, said it with pride and fear. He had crowned us king and queen, undisputed before the crowd. With those perfect lips, and a poisonous tongue, he pronounced our doom.
I stood with him the day our names were called. There was a price to be paid and we must pay it. We stood on the scaffold, as a king had before us. Israel, unbelieving, stared out at the same hungry crows that had devoured the previous saviour. They called for his blood as they had for the tyrant before. They meant to have it.
They tore at my dress and my short hair, declaring me a witch and a pixie. The nakedness only served to frenzy them. Israel cried out, "Save me, save me!" In the end he was just as weak as any other man of flesh and blood.
And, just as the Jezebel before me, I was devoured by the wild dogs.
Thursday, October 06, 2011
Thank God!
Dear Sarah Palin,
Thank you for NOT accelerating my plans to move to Sweden since you dropped out of the presidential race. I almost cried I was so happy. This is the best gift you've ever given the American people. Now, could you please one up yourself and completely disappear from our lives? We'd appreciate it greatly!! Well, those of us who haven't lost our goddamn minds.
Now, if only we could convince Michelle Bachmann to do the same thing!
sincerely,
Sarai.
Thank you for NOT accelerating my plans to move to Sweden since you dropped out of the presidential race. I almost cried I was so happy. This is the best gift you've ever given the American people. Now, could you please one up yourself and completely disappear from our lives? We'd appreciate it greatly!! Well, those of us who haven't lost our goddamn minds.
Now, if only we could convince Michelle Bachmann to do the same thing!
sincerely,
Sarai.
Wednesday, October 05, 2011
Things Men Do That Piss Me Off.
AKA:
Things that Men in Movies/Television/Books do that Pisses Me off
First example is from this drama that Pomme and I are watching right now. It is called "A Prince's First Love" and whilst I know (in my head, though my heart wants something else to happen) that because of this title (and K-drama standard plot twists) that the girl is going to end up with him, I really don't want her to. Granted there is always a chance that I (and Pomme) could be wrong, I'm pretty sure I (we) are correct in this assumption.
Gun-Hee (the main male lead aside from Mr. Cha) is currently being a total prick. My reasoning for this is because he seems to believe that just because his family is rich and he is handsome that he can have any girl he wants. Including the heroine of this drama, Yu-Bin. Not only that but he also seems to believe that if he treats her like crap she will fall into, not only his arms, but his bed as well.
And when she really needs him, what does he do? He plays the arrogant asshole who refuses to her face and then goes behind her back to fix it. Which doesn't work, btw.
"I think all women are easy."
Edward Cullen (yep, I went there). Where to even begin. Seriously, everything this man does is wrong. He plays with Bella's emotions, breaks into her room and watches her sleep (which is a criminal offense ladies and gentlemen, not romantic), breaks her car so she can't go somewhere, treats her like a yo-yo and threatens to EAT her. And we're NOT talking cunnilingus. In fact, he avoids sex all together. At least, until he marries her and then he practically rapes her. Because that's romantic right?
My biggest qualm with Edward is the abusive way he plays with Bella's emotions. He tells her he loves her and then he leaves her. He threatens to eat her (once again, not a happy eating), but then avoids her all together. He is constantly saying one thing and doing another. Or abandoning her all together.
"I know you think that I have some kind of perfect, unyielding self-control, but thats not actually the case."
In various movies/books/tv shows, there are a lot of men who are obviously abusive, however they always get the girl. Reasons behind this are because nobody apparently realizes that it is abusive. A prime example of this is the scene from "The Notebook" where Noah asks Allie out. By threatening to kill himself by letting go at the top of a ferris wheel.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u8ldUWIruvs
That, ladies, is a form of abusive. Not romantic. It forces you to make a decision out of distress. Not because you care, necessarily, but because you are being pressured with the threat of bodily harm. Not even harm toward you. Mental abuse is the most prevalent form of abuse, partially because what constitutes mental abuse can be masked. In this example it is masked by being passionate and romantic. It is NOT passionate, nor is it romantic to threaten to kill yourself so that you get your way. Grow the fuck up.
"Would you stay with me?"
Anywho, that is my little rant for right now. I'm sure I'll expound upon this particular topic further in the future. But for now I'm going to go to bed. Ponder what I've said my pretties.
First example is from this drama that Pomme and I are watching right now. It is called "A Prince's First Love" and whilst I know (in my head, though my heart wants something else to happen) that because of this title (and K-drama standard plot twists) that the girl is going to end up with him, I really don't want her to. Granted there is always a chance that I (and Pomme) could be wrong, I'm pretty sure I (we) are correct in this assumption.
Gun-Hee (the main male lead aside from Mr. Cha) is currently being a total prick. My reasoning for this is because he seems to believe that just because his family is rich and he is handsome that he can have any girl he wants. Including the heroine of this drama, Yu-Bin. Not only that but he also seems to believe that if he treats her like crap she will fall into, not only his arms, but his bed as well.
And when she really needs him, what does he do? He plays the arrogant asshole who refuses to her face and then goes behind her back to fix it. Which doesn't work, btw.
Edward Cullen (yep, I went there). Where to even begin. Seriously, everything this man does is wrong. He plays with Bella's emotions, breaks into her room and watches her sleep (which is a criminal offense ladies and gentlemen, not romantic), breaks her car so she can't go somewhere, treats her like a yo-yo and threatens to EAT her. And we're NOT talking cunnilingus. In fact, he avoids sex all together. At least, until he marries her and then he practically rapes her. Because that's romantic right?
My biggest qualm with Edward is the abusive way he plays with Bella's emotions. He tells her he loves her and then he leaves her. He threatens to eat her (once again, not a happy eating), but then avoids her all together. He is constantly saying one thing and doing another. Or abandoning her all together.
In various movies/books/tv shows, there are a lot of men who are obviously abusive, however they always get the girl. Reasons behind this are because nobody apparently realizes that it is abusive. A prime example of this is the scene from "The Notebook" where Noah asks Allie out. By threatening to kill himself by letting go at the top of a ferris wheel.
That, ladies, is a form of abusive. Not romantic. It forces you to make a decision out of distress. Not because you care, necessarily, but because you are being pressured with the threat of bodily harm. Not even harm toward you. Mental abuse is the most prevalent form of abuse, partially because what constitutes mental abuse can be masked. In this example it is masked by being passionate and romantic. It is NOT passionate, nor is it romantic to threaten to kill yourself so that you get your way. Grow the fuck up.
Anywho, that is my little rant for right now. I'm sure I'll expound upon this particular topic further in the future. But for now I'm going to go to bed. Ponder what I've said my pretties.
Friends for the Win
Me: "If I die young, bury me in satin."
Joe T.: Okay. What's young?
David: "lay me down in a bed of roses"
Cydni: "sink me in the river at dawn, send me away with the words of a love songggggggg. ♥"
Joe T.: Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee. Oh. Wait. That's a book title. Sorry. My bad.
Felisha: "whoa o whoa o..."
Joe N.: bury me with my money....the whole 4 bucks
L.E.D.: LOL. OH YEAH. TOTALLY GONNA DO THAT!
Me: I have some awesome friends right here. Just sayin'.
Joe T.: Okay. What's young?
David: "lay me down in a bed of roses"
Cydni: "sink me in the river at dawn, send me away with the words of a love songggggggg. ♥"
Joe T.: Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee. Oh. Wait. That's a book title. Sorry. My bad.
Felisha: "whoa o whoa o..."
Joe N.: bury me with my money....the whole 4 bucks
L.E.D.: LOL. OH YEAH. TOTALLY GONNA DO THAT!
Me: I have some awesome friends right here. Just sayin'.
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