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2013-02-27 08:06 pm

Helpful links, tips and tricks I find along the way as I stumble around here.

This tracks all your posts to your journal and who last posted to a personal entry. It also (as far as I can tell) shows you the last ten posts you commented to anywhere, so journal, teamhoodie, et c.

I will be editing as I discover new things.

I did notice you can upload up to 15 pictures on your profile page under "upload icons". However, I think you can only display one at time, just like an avi anywhere else, but no albums where everyone can see your pics.

Found this for photos:

Dreamwidth has a very basic image hosting service. All users, regardless of account type, can use it. At this time, the only way to upload an image is by using the post by email service. A web-based photo upload form will be implemented in the future.

First, make sure you have set up posting by email. You must have this set up before you use the service.

You can then send an image to your journal by attaching an image file to an email post. The image will be posted in the format that it is received, and will not be resized. You should use a common image format such as .jpg, .gif, or .png. The image will be posted at the end of the entry.

You can upload multiple images at once by attaching multiple image files to the email.

If you are posting a large image, multiple images, or images containing content which could be considered offensive, consider adding a Read more... )
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2013-02-26 12:05 am

My slap ~ your face

Journal Entry | 6 Comments | over 2 years ago

Waiting past the horizon
you sense my patience
and the determination
of my dark.

Morbid, it sometimes lurks amongst the near.
Mordant, almost offending the senses,
yet somehow saccharine.

Weak, you are the first to succumb.
You embrace it with the strength of Hercules.
With clawing and gnawing and bawling and mewling,
you cling.

With crying, defying, implying, maligning;
caressing, obsessing, possessing, depressing;
the naughty dog is messing,
on the rug at my mind's door.

I had a dream
that I had a dream
that I had a dream
that I had a dream.

In it, you were writhing, sighing, shyly spying;
the dream expanded ever more,
and strangely - nevermore.

Hidden are sorrows
beneath the paled lit smiles
never to surface
Slender reed of freedom held tightly in my fist,
when used to stir emotion...
Becomes limitless

From my lofty perch,
indifferent laughter rains down
Upon a torrid sea of topaz
and saphire eyes in the night.
Tongues of fiery loss
cascades of true devotion
Wash the heart of the sinner,
lilly white.

I enter your small cell.
Administer the first strike.
Surprised by the onslaught,
your adrenaline began to spike

Fast on my feet I turned about,
your eyes now wide with fear;
My boot begins to strike small reminders
that Divine Bitch is here.

With cold, reptilian pursuit,
and feline eyes to track my prey
My slap ~ your face...
you stumble across the cell;
filthy whore, say it!
Say my name!
continue to put my fists to you,
fuck your little game!

Blood gushes from broken nose;
My hand had done the damage.
It is then that I rush you,
with all my lethal intent.

Over the toilet, you fall,
With me in hot pursuit;
bitchboy's fear was extant,
with panic at it's root.

Pisspanties whore, you shall always be,
yet, such naughty dogs should take heed;
you can't always get what you want.
But angry white-punks get what they need.

So on top of girly-boy I did descend,
Righteous wrath did God supply!
his eyes as big as saucers,
he knows his end is nigh.

I slap him hard across his face
One time, two times, three!
Hissing softly, through snarled lips,
"What now, you vapid tart?
Are you ready for MORE of me?!"
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2013-02-26 12:03 am

I knew a woman

Journal Entry | 7 Comments | over 2 years ago

I knew a woman

I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
The shapes a bright container can contain!
Of her choice virtues only gods could speak,
Or English poets who grew up on Greek
(I'd have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek).

How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin,
She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and Stand,
She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin;
I nibbled meekly from her proffered hand;
She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake,
Coming behind her for her pretty sake
(But what prodigious mowing we did make).

Love likes a gander, and adores a goose:
Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize;
She played it quick, she played it light and loose;
My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;
Her several parts could keep a pure repose,
Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose
(She moved in circles, and those circles moved).

Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay;
I'm martyr to a motion not my own;
What's freedom for? To know eternity.
I swear she cast a shadow white as stone.
But who would count eternity in days?
These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:
(I measure time by how a body sways).

~ Theodore Roethke (1908-1963)
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2013-02-25 11:18 pm

Fuck me!

I'm going through my profile ... all my writings, years worth. I didn't change the world with anything I wrote. I wasn't trying to. I didn't contemplate the great questions. Even when I did, I did not put it in writing over there.

What I do (?did?) have is nearly four years of ME. These little moments, when my thoughts ... my feelings ... compelled me to put them to pixels.

Now? Going through them? There aren't many I wish to preserve anywhere else, so I may as well delete them.

It shouldn't feel this shitty. It shouldn't be this easy.

These feels like a break up, fuck all ... and I don't really want those dish towels anymore, because they only matched the kitchen in THAT house, not this one.
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2013-02-25 11:00 pm

I miss you.

Journal Entry | 6 Comments | about 1 year ago

Today, right now, in this moment, I miss you.

Every last one of you.

A friend here, a lover there, a cherished and beloved family member ... I miss you. Every last on of you. Today, I am humbled, solemn, and small. So very small. Imperceptible footsteps scuttle silently across the floor. They are my own, I am so small, today.

A hollowed out husk of incomprehensible feelings. I think I feel, I feel my thoughts. A buzz. A hum. This is what my thoughts sound like to my mind's ear ... what my body perceives are my feeling's sensations reverberating within.


I know nothing in this moment, save one.

I miss you.

I pause. Chin rests lazily in palm. Mindlessly play at the ring on my finger. Twirl, twirl, sparkle in the light. Fire. Twirl. Lonely ebony lock swirling between and betwixt gnarled knuckles. Keyboard keys tap loudly. Backspace, correct, fuck it, period ends thought.

I miss you.
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2013-02-25 10:57 pm

Sonnet 135

Journal Entry | 6 months ago

Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy 'Will,'
And 'Will' to boot, and 'Will' in overplus;
More than enough am I that vex thee still,
To thy sweet will making addition thus.
Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,
Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine?
Shall will in others seem right gracious,
And in my will no fair acceptance shine?
The sea all water, yet receives rain still
And in abundance addeth to his store;
So thou, being rich in 'Will,' add to thy 'Will'
One will of mine, to make thy large 'Will' more.
Let no unkind, no fair beseechers kill;

Think all but one, and me in that one 'Will.'
*~ The Bard*.