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About Me

I am witty, insular, brooding, angst-ridden, literate, swaggering autumnal acerbic earnest sophisticated cathartic cynical/ sarcastic wry melancholy stylish theatrical provocative poignant gloomy plaintive ambitious
I am also left-handed
redheaded
and English
I am currently living in Chicago with Joel Parker. We will be married on the 22 September. I am very happy and I adore him completely.

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"Artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact." - -- William s. burroughs

They tend to be suspicious, bristly, paranoid-type people with huge egos they push around like some elephantiasis victim with his distended testicles in a wheelbarrow terrified no doubt that some skulking ingrate of a clone student will sneak into his very brain and steal his genius work.

There is the pleasurable orgasm, like a rising sales graph, and there is the unpleasurable orgasm, slumping ominously like the Dow Jones in 1929.

To his secretary after a visit from Kurt Cobain, "There's something wrong with that boy. He frowns for no reason."

Be just and if you can't be just, be arbitrary.

Artists to my mind are the real architects of change, and not the political legislators who implement change after the fact.

America is not a young land: it is old and dirty and evil before the settlers, before the Indians. The evil is there waiting.

The dogma of science is that the will cannot possibly affect external forces, and I think that's just ridiculous. It's as bad as the church. My viewpoint is the exact contrary of the scientific viewpoint. I believe that if you run into somebody in the street it's for a reason. Among primitive people they say if someone was bitten by a snake he was murdered. I believe that.

Admittedly, a homosexual can be conditioned to react sexually to a woman, or to an old boot for that matter. In fact, both homo - and heterosexual experimental subjects have been conditioned to react sexually to an old boot, and you can save a lot of money that way.

The way to kill a man or a nation is to cut off his dreams, the way the whites are taking care of the Indians: killing their dreams, their magic, their familiar spirits.

Madness is confusion of levels of fact. . . . Madness is not seeing visions but confusing levels.

"Nothing is true, everything is permitted"

After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say ''I want to see the manager.''

Your knowledge of what is going on can only be superficial and relative.

America is not so much a nightmare as a non-dream. The American non-dream is precisely a move to wipe the dream out of existence. The dream is a spontaneous happening and therefore dangerous to a control system set up by the non-dreamers.

Most of the trouble in this world has been caused by folks who can't mind their own business, because they have no business of their own to mind, any more than a smallpox virus has.

Man is an artifact designed for space travel. He is not designed to remain in his present biologic state any more than a tadpole is designed to remain a tadpole.

I am getting so far out one day I won't come back at all.

Silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing.

I had not taken a bath in a year nor changed my clothes or removed them except to stick a needle every hour in the fibrous grey wooden flesh of heroin addiction. . . . I did absolutely nothing.

In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality.

Musicians, addicts, writers, artists, midgets, artistic minds, musicians,transvestites, happy people, young, old, smokers, the lonely and the lost.

My Blog

Where to find my poetry

http://eulaliecholmondeleysnotebook.blogspot.com/come read if you wish.
Posted by on Sun, 07 Jun 2009 15:49:00 GMT

NEW POETRY COMING SOON!!!

Dear Readers: New poetry for summer reading! Send me and add and a reason to add you to my friend list. I deleted everyone and will only add loyal readers. I will be writing two new poems daily starti...
Posted by on Sat, 09 May 2009 14:22:00 GMT

monday Poem #1 (poetry) by Joel & Lauren Parker

the stars shoot through downtown you are a girl wearing a paper hat (like a halo dancing in your green nightgown you are a golden trailer park girl Red candy Sweet like sugarla moth drawn to nightclub...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Mar 2009 14:53:00 GMT

Time Lost Worth (poetry)

A cliff-hanging narcissist Wearing literary shadesWhite timeWhite noise She fell like an upright piano fromA sixth story window Black tieBlack nooseA sunset sleepingColour penetrates your screams
Posted by on Mon, 23 Mar 2009 09:34:00 GMT

I'M A DUMB-ASS !! (poetry)

Standing on Strawberry StreetBurning cigarettes And throwing rocks at Passing carsDaze silencesMy violet dreamI speak in whispers to yellow monsters How many times Can one fallAnd never catch up?the d...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Mar 2009 14:15:00 GMT

Sundays Poem #1 (poetry)

A blade of dry grass betweenYour lips I am enthralled by thistle hissThe starry passionate sky Polished words pearl On a sheet of white paper Accepting the pens inkbleedHalf dreamed wordsA screaming ...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Mar 2009 13:34:00 GMT

Wednesday's Poem (poetry)

The night is curse freeIdeas surface Stretched-out On polished metal The lost ecstasy of an unwanted childThe glow of saints on clover hillPools of strange fish A cloaked identity My memories are at ...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Mar 2009 14:00:00 GMT

matchbox bed shopping in CB2 bedroom furniture

http://www.cb2.com/family.aspx?c=400&f=4698&viewal.. .
Posted by on Sat, 14 Mar 2009 09:58:00 GMT

untitled poem # 4 (poetry)

Thick silk and junk chest desperationA boy in a pink suitStream voyages on large shipsHard thoughts of the Far EastSledding down a fabulous hillWhere devils playSnow Whites celebration Red apple deli...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Mar 2009 10:23:00 GMT

untitled poem # 3 (poetry)

The light exhaust Cold blow rose colour ceilingscrunch inexorable metal money ideaswear your white costume mescaline and black coffee a live mannequin talking insanitieslost in the everlasting glow my...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Mar 2009 15:26:00 GMT