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This makes me LMAO. Enjoy!

Re: Toxian Debacle - this expresses my sentiments more eloquently than I can:


nuwishas_tail  has blogged about it more than I have.

If you have no idea what I'm talking about, be glad.

This is my idea of a valentines day message:

This is scary.. I find this way more scary than I think I ought to.

It's also awesome.


He's a french performance artist called Olivier de Sagazan.

Amanda Palmer, I love you...

I made this flyer... going to be a fun weekend :D

An Ode to the Bustle

The courtiers like big bustles and they cannot lie.

No gentleman doth deny.

When a fair maiden strolls in with a diminutive waist

And a bustle in your face...

You approach a mutual acquaintance who may introduce her to you, and after a respectful introduction you politely inquire her father whether or not you may be allowed to make calls upon said young lady, and should he acquiesce, you make a series of chaperoned calls at the estate of said fair maiden, and after an appropriate time, during which you have reviewed her trainings, breeding, accomplishments, likelyhood to produce healthy offspring, and family standing, you approach her father again, and if he agrees to the marriage, you have an elaborate wedding, making sure lest you snub any family connections on either side, after which you embark on an appropriate honeymoon during which you get sprung.


You become distracted from your affairs when you notice the pleasurable silhouette of a young woman with a bustle,

It lies beneath many layers of fabric, and you find yourself utterly engaged in examining it from afar.


Oh, darling, I would like to escort you on outings

And commission an oil portrait of you

My fellow gentlemen attempt to dissuade me,

But your bustle imparts within me feelings of great ecstasy.


Oh yes, that wire frame

Would you like to ride in my hansom?

Then join me, I beg you to join me

For you are more accomplished and pleasing to look upon than an average young lady

I have observed you at dancing

And I fear my love for you will scarcely bear a long courtship

I perspire greatly

As a racehorse will in the midst of the steeplechase


I tire of these leisurely publications

Advocating the abandonment of the bustle--

If you were to inquire as to the opinions of gentlemen of standing on this matter, you would find that they greatly prefer the current fashion.


Therefore, ladies...

Milord?

Miladies...

Milord?

If you do wish to ride in my luxurious carriage...

Indeed, milord!


So, your betrothed owns a carriage of Japanese make

and engages in calesthenics instructed by Lady Jane Fonda?

But Miss Fonda has no motor in the rear of her carriage!

I, and by extension my membrum virilis, which I shall liken unto a ferocious and large snake, am not interested in the performance of the sacred marital duties, unless the Creator has endowed you with a voluptuous form pleasing to the baser instincts of man, dear heart.


Various rapscallions make pretentions of being noble

And admonish that thy bustle is akin in size to the fretful hippopotamus

So they make pantywaisted pretense for your affections before fleeing from romantic commitment

But I am swift to mend thy bruiséd fluttering heart

These periodicals of the printing press state that it is in good Parisian style to resemble a victim of consumption


Fie!


Thy shape resembleth a glass of sweet wine

So to the waifish guttersnipes I proclaim:

Thou'rt not divine, onion-headed lasses!

Rather introduce me to a lady of the court,

One of such striking beauty that I am smitten by her glory

And whose curves show that she lacks for neither nourishment nor health

Some blatherskytes speak ill of women in my company

For their tongues are sharpened by jealousy

They squandered their one opportunity with such damsels by acting the churl

And I fly to the scorned and praise their beauty

So if thy bustle is elliptical

And thy womanly fires burn hungrily for one to stoke the flames

Please see my man Godwin for my card

And do call on Sunday for tea."

“Everywoman Her Own Theology”
Alicia Ostriker

I am nailing them up to the cathedral door
Like Martin Luther. Actually, no,
I don't want to resemble that Schmutzkopf
(See Erik Erikson and N.O. Brown
On the Reformer's anal aberrations,
Not to mention his hatred of Jews and peasants),
So I am thumbtacking these ninety-five
Theses to the bulletin board in my kitchen.

My proposals, or should I say requirements,
Include at least one image of a god,
Virile, beard optional, one of a goddess,
Nubile, breast size approximating mine,
One divine baby, one lion, one lamb,
All nude as figs, all dancing wildly,
All shining. Reproducible
In marble, metal, in fact any material.

Ethically, I am looking for
An absolute endorsement of loving-kindness.
No loopholes except maybe mosquitoes.
Virtue and sin will henceforth be discouraged,
Along with suffering and martyrdom.
There will be no concept of infidels,
Consequently the faithful must entertain
Themselves some other way than killing infidels.

And so forth and so on. I understand
This piece of paper is going to be
Spattered with wine one night at a party
And covered over with newer pieces of paper.
That is how it goes with bulletin boards.
Nevertheless it will be there.
Like an invitation, a chalk pentangle,
It will emanate certain vibrations.

If something sacred wants to swoop from the universe
Through a ceiling, and materialize,
Folding its silver wings,
In a kitchen, and bump its chest against mine,
My paper will tell this being where to find me.

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