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Wichita

When the dance begins, supply Shiva's need

About Me

"...That's one wayof getting through life.So I turn upon herand point out that,faced with the wickednessof things, she does not shiver.I prefer to have, after all,only what pleases me.Are you so deep in miserythat you think me fallen?You say I'm lazy, I'm not,nor any of my kin-people.I know how to love thosewho love me, how to hate.My enemies I overwhehnwith abuse. The ant bites!The oracle said to me:"Return to the city, reconquer.It is almost in ruins.With your spear give it glory.Reign with absolute power,the admiration of men.After this long voyage,return to us from Gortyne." ---Archilochus .. begin code provided by myspacescripts.com --

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Member Since: 3/11/2007
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Record Label: Moody Ziggurat
Type of Label: Indie

My Blog

God, Soup, and Porn

Sexiness and I: TwinsOpposite Twins; a remark on remarks, which were remarked. By Wichita Singer   It's as Silenus said, and I'm paraphrasing, but basically, it would have been better that one b...
Posted by Wichita on Wed, 18 Apr 2007 09:20:00 PST

If you're sad

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Posted by Wichita on Sun, 08 Apr 2007 10:26:00 PST

I'll stone you

The God in the milk, has rest, As a dragon, coiled in its nest--Slowly by dark sun evaporatedIn each unsolved breath.Silent Dragon: digester of Galaxies, Of Silent Lovers and naked Selene, Cold coffee...
Posted by Wichita on Fri, 06 Apr 2007 12:24:00 PST

Whitman Should be Proud

Take my dog to town Everybody kicks it around Don't know why they kick it around Don't think I'll take my dog to town I don't want to go out tonight Stay home and drink some whiskey Maybe watch a lit...
Posted by Wichita on Thu, 05 Apr 2007 08:35:00 PST

Home Inverse

The House In my father's house there were many rooms Some were mine, some were my sister's Some were for my mother, and others Were for cold fireplaces and jazz albums. In my father's house light fix...
Posted by Wichita on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 11:44:00 PST

Revolution Frozen to the Ground

Trial of the Twenty OneIn the new season they will make us extinctFrom pretty pictures our faces will be scratchedFrom the boulevards our footsteps cleanedIn the rivers our body odors meticulously das...
Posted by Wichita on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 03:04:00 PST