witch wife |
she is neither pink nor paleand she never will be all mineshe learned her hands in a fairy taleand her mouth on a valentine
she has more hair than she needsin the sun 'tis a woe to meher voice is... Posted by matilda bean the monkey queen on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 08:47:00 PST |
lilacs |
it's saturday night alright alrightthere's no moon in the sky no light no lightthe flowers breathe into the dampening airthe ferris wheel turns at the county fairi hold your hand i dare i dareand it's... Posted by matilda bean the monkey queen on Sun, 06 May 2007 12:28:00 PST |
the story of the god, srendi vashtar |
Conradin was ten years old, and the doctor had pronounced his professional opinion that the boy would not live another five years. The doctor was silky and effete, and counted for little, but his opin... Posted by matilda bean the monkey queen on Thu, 19 Oct 2006 04:35:00 PST |
young and old |
i had to move away from austin to grow up. it was really hard, both the moving and the growing. i wonder what would happen if i moved back. Posted by matilda bean the monkey queen on Fri, 13 Oct 2006 12:36:00 PST |
four things: a meme |
Four jobs I have had in my life:1. fishmonger2. house cleaner3. encyclopedia reader4. aromatherapistFour movies you would watch over and over1. nightmare before christmas2. spirited away3. royal tenen... Posted by matilda bean the monkey queen on Thu, 10 Aug 2006 10:23:00 PST |
h.l. mencken |
It is a sin to believe evil of others, but it is seldom a mistake. Posted by matilda bean the monkey queen on Wed, 28 Jun 2006 03:17:00 PST |
again with the mark twain |
Of the demonstrably wise there are but two: those who commit suicide, & those who keep their reasoning faculties atrophied with drink. Posted by matilda bean the monkey queen on Wed, 28 Jun 2006 05:13:00 PST |
mark twain |
The secret source of humor is not joy but sorrow; there is no humor in Heaven. Posted by matilda bean the monkey queen on Wed, 14 Jun 2006 11:27:00 PST |
st. dorothy redux |
Theory
Into love and out again,Thus I went, and thus I go.Spare your voice, and hold your pen-Well and bitterly I knowAll the songs were ever sung,All the words were ever said;Could it be, when I was ... Posted by matilda bean the monkey queen on Mon, 12 Jun 2006 12:22:00 PST |
blessed st. dorothy parker |
That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment. Posted by matilda bean the monkey queen on Mon, 12 Jun 2006 12:11:00 PST |