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The Anna Show

Giving attitude to that which has none.

About Me

! Bibliomancy is a magnificent thing.

Your morning
glories are beautiful
to look at in this photograph
Beautiful is how I remember them.

And I think a man who grows morning glories
because he loves their beautifulness, must be a beautiful man
Here. I want to make a gift of this fan. Write my name on it for you
to place in this man's house of yours. Perhaps to stake I've been here.

Only a fan. Not a glass shoe. Not a pomegranate seed. Not a coffee
cup or key. You'll smooth the sheets. Punch the bruised pillows
when I'm gone. It will be as it was before. Mundo sin fin
The silences again tugged taut as linen.

Perhaps another will pluck this fan with
its clatter of courtrooms and pianos.
Wonder who I am.

My Interests

etch-a-sketches
ontological mischief
big words like "ontological"

I'd like to meet:

People that don't annoy me, like people that write in mixed cases, "hI, i'M AnNoYIng" or people that aren't proud to have finished 6th grade.. "Im kewl, im 36 but i still write your like yer."

A Muse

Music:

ART should be a fuckin' genre of interests on this damn list. I like Edvard Munch, Gustav Klimt, Picasso through all his periods (well maybe not the Rose one so much), and Marcel Duchamp. ASCII Art is awesome too.

Movies:

I don't have the attention span to watch them all way through and I don't have the self-control to stop myself from sticking my finger through the eyeball of the guy that's kicking my chair.

Books:

..

Heroes:

the pedicure lady and other people that you can inexplicably trust because they just get it.

My Blog

Disconnect

they were like dandelions in the winduncontrollable because of itfloating and falling and dancing then resting on the groundin a clear moment he said, "why don't you ask him to rip the roof off, anna?...
Posted by The Anna Show on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 05:08:00 PST

Steam

As they sat on the stairwell arguing, she was reminded of watching the paint slowly peel off the bathroom wall. Every word he spoke was like the steam that made the paint bubble like melting mozzarel...
Posted by The Anna Show on Sat, 15 Jul 2006 02:57:00 PST

"Years"- Sylvia Plath

Years    They enter as animals from the outerSpace of holly where spikesAre not thoughts I turn on, like a Yogi,But greenness, darkness so pureThey freeze and are.O God, I am ...
Posted by The Anna Show on Tue, 11 Jul 2006 12:42:00 PST

Neurorama Annabanana

Love Will Tear Us Apart When the routine bites hardand ambitions are lowAnd the resentment rides highbut emotions won't growAnd we're changing our ways,taking different roadsThen love, love will tear ...
Posted by The Anna Show on Thu, 15 Jun 2006 12:08:00 PST

Strange Little Girl

Strange Little Girl by Neil Gaiman There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won't remember and that she can't even let herself think about because that's when the birds s...
Posted by The Anna Show on Wed, 17 May 2006 09:58:00 PST

Don't let me sleep

He visited me again last nightand seeded meI stayed up so many nightspaintingreadingcursing his nameanything to stay awakeanything to stay away from dreaminghe lurks in my shadow mindand comes outwhen...
Posted by The Anna Show on Tue, 07 Mar 2006 08:28:00 PST

Lovers Comedown Chorus

What goes up must come down& and down& until you wake up and go, AAGH&FUCKING UNCLE!! Jeezus&Uncle ok?   I cant say I didnt see it coming.   Condensed Version of The Anna Lovers Show ...
Posted by The Anna Show on Sun, 05 Feb 2006 07:43:00 PST

Pervert

I feel like I died today. I even wrote my obituary on Marianne's comments.  I can sometimes be a little neurotic.  I am just too damn passionate about every moment I feel and I knew if I did...
Posted by The Anna Show on Fri, 03 Feb 2006 12:13:00 PST

Oh Boy! Boys...

Ok...So, lately I've been a little neurotic about boys.  Everytime I talk about them at least one male friend in the room turns around and walks out.  I have been head over heels a bagi...
Posted by The Anna Show on Thu, 02 Feb 2006 06:20:00 PST

Ode to Broken Things

I had to post this poem because the mom talked to me today about my latest breakup (going on a month ago).  I was dreading telling her (my brother actually spilled the beans) because I knew she'd...
Posted by The Anna Show on Wed, 01 Feb 2006 08:21:00 PST