procrastinating me-me

[lucifermourning]

stolen from kimkali
so, in comments, tell me how you would remember me... a memory, a moment, a something that you think of when you think of me.
then leave this in your journal so i can exact my revenge...

Comments

[kimkali.livejournal.com]

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music has a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

Sitting on the dance floor at Full Tilt.

X

[lucifermourning.livejournal.com]

mrw!!!!! though right now i am not pleased with poetry. not that jackie kay doesn't write lovely poetry. i just don't like writing essays about it.

[kimkali.livejournal.com]

Poetry can many things.
Painful in so many ways...
*wink*
But I liked sitting on the floor, reciting poetry. So La!
I am very glad not to have to write essays!
*hugs*