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DevinRae

You Make Me Feel Like I Want To Be A Dumb Blonde...The Girl Next Door!!!

About Me

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You Are 40% Boyish and 60% Girlish
You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.
Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.
You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.
You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be. How Boyish or Girlish Are You?
You Are 56% Selfish
You are quite balanced. You are able to compromise when it's in the best interests of those involved.
But you're no pushover. If something is important to you, you'll get it! How Selfish Are You?
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#9 by Ferlinghetti (Rearranged)(a river blurred with tears or a running sea whose fish change color when cast upon the beach) ‘History is made of the lies of the victors’ as super-benevolent altruists rise up and write their own dubious stories and the lovers of the poor and downtrodden who never had a chance in the mystery we call history nor from the way the victors are portrayed from the covers of the textbooks but you would never dream itJustice has been done and for bad behavior and for agreeing that Yes because money really doesn’t ‘trickle down’ preserving the status quota but rises like anything hot depending on who’s in power the stock market is open to everyone Long live usura And in fact why not have historians who get filthier or richer or whatever and they keep getting more medals to be filled in variously And the feelthy rich leave blanks in their writing and the computer makes changes easyand the jury system is the best for something that’s actually happened Cortez the prophesized fair-haired god in all those Third and Fourth World ghettos really always wanted to be conquered by a historical fact like the Holocaust or the rape of Cuba and Nicaragua or Cambodia or Timor or you name it And a lot of genocides and massacres saved those heathens from themselves so the record should be corrected or at least until like a kiss or a rape of Spain and/or Italy it repeats itself And anyway history isn’t really history and stolen continents weren’t really stolen until it’s rewritten but were glorious Christian conquests that maybe never really happened Even though even God can’t change Onward Christian SoldiersAnd on and on into the sunset of humanity’s blind history go the histories about how Truth Beauty Goodness are all relative And who is more fit to write the story than the victors themselves who are the fittest God was always on our side anyway having survived and arrived at the summit where the prizes are awarded to the fittest especially Truth as she is extolled And anyway everyone except Plato knows that in the history books Amen oh brother can you spare a dime?

Music:

"I came in praying for you. Why wont you run In the rain and play, Let the tears splash all over you! So please, Take what's left of this heart and use, Please use only what you really need, You know I only have so little, So please, Mend your broken heart and leave!"

Movies:

"Love humiliates you. Hatred cradles you. Why isn't love enough? Loneliness is the human condition and no one is ever going to fill that space but how can one man be so endlessly disappointing? Because there's no point to any of this. It's all just a... a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know... a quarter-pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter become a cackle... and I, I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt. But sometimes love simply dies. To hell if I know where love resides. I don't love you anymore. Goodbye."

Books:

"The oily water on the river mirrored the red sky, sun sank on top of final Frisco peaks, no fish in that stream, no hermit in those mounts, just ourselves rheumy-eyed and hungover like old bums on the riverbank, tired and wily. angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, A perfect beauty of a sunflower! a perfect excellent lovely sunflower existence! a sweet natural eye to the new hip moon, woke up alive and excited grasping in the sunset shadow sunrise golden monthly breeze!"

My Blog

Self Portrait With A Mirror

when windows reflect souls in a madhouse of mirrors stare still behold blond ambition kissing their twelve-year-old twin in preparation for puberty- hiding crimson flowers under mattress pads for two...
Posted by DevinRae on Sun, 16 Mar 2008 06:34:00 PST

The Incubus

I laid my ear upon the ground for fear your stepping sounds had drowned beneath the noiseless graves of tombstone years. And there upon that hollowed ground crept night’s embrace which slowly f...
Posted by DevinRae on Sun, 16 Mar 2008 06:31:00 PST

A Little Girl's Cheshire Cat

A Little Girl's Cheshire Cat By: DevinRae And when lips are drawn like curtains Over Cheshire Cat grins, a little girl loses More than just her way in woods where Backwards is Forwards and madness is...
Posted by DevinRae on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 10:02:00 PST

Thirteen and...A Poem For Laine

Thirteen and &A Poem For Laine By: DevinRae The calendar marked May, and he arrived one month too early, whispering escape from a swollen sea parted by kicking arms reaching, reaching for the abundan...
Posted by DevinRae on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 10:00:00 PST

It Was There (For Aaron, Tommy John and, Jessie)

It Was There (For Aaron, Tommy John and, Jessie) By DevinRae It was there, precious night, that A Twin rat-a-tat-tatted an incomprehensible beat against knees struggling to find rhythm-madness harmon...
Posted by DevinRae on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 09:55:00 PST