You know, I've always wondered why Dipsy has such a tanned face. Is this something racial or what??
Anyway, found another lovely poem by D. H. Lawrence. Have been reading lots of poems lately.
To Women, As Far As I'm Concerned
The feelings I don't have, I don't have.
The feelings I don't have, I won't say I have.
The feelings you say you have, you don't have.
The feelings you would like us both to have, we neither of us have.
The feelings people ought to have, they never have.
If people say they've got feelings, you may be pretty sure they haven't got them.
So if you want either of us to feel anything at all
you'd better abandon all idea of feelings altogether.
-D. H. Lawrence
And that's the way it ought to be, and should be.
Well, just got home from a loooooong night. A long, sober night. As Paula Meehan puts it in 'Quitting the Bars', "Quitting's hard but staying sober's harder." But that's a poem for another time. A poem a day, I say! Before bed! After sex!
Anyway, it was a long night spent dissecting the internal mechanisms of Fatties. Yeah, I'm a fattist, so what? People discriminate against alcoholics, smokers and divorcees, and this is no different. In fact, we fattists ought to form a political party and exterminate them! I mean, I can deal with those mildly overweight, pleasantly plump but with a nice, hot face kind. Everyone has their mildly-oveweight days, right? But not those with paunches, moobs and the works! UGH. The day I will submit to the will of a Fatty is the day Palestinians and Israelites make peace.
Am I a horrible, judgemental, critical, superficial bitch?
FUCK YEAH! At least I am not afraid to admit it, how bout you deal with your eating problem now, bitch?!
It was a long and hilarious night. I can't really remember my brilliant tirade, but I can assure it was funny as hell. Perhaps next time. I'm fucking shagged as hell.Labels: fatties, poems, teletubbies |
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