I love this poem

 Lady Lazarus
 
  I have done it again.
  One year in every ten
  I manage it----
 
  A sort of walking miracle, my skin
  Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
  My right foot
 
  A paperweight,
  My face a featureless, fine
  Jew linen.
 
  Peel off the napkin
  0 my enemy.
  Do I terrify?----
 
  The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
  The sour breath
  Will vanish in a day.
 
  Soon, soon the flesh
  The grave cave ate will be
  At home on me
 
  And I a smiling woman.
  I am only thirty.
  And like the cat I have nine times to die.
 
  This is Number Three.
  What a trash
  To annihilate each decade.
 
  What a million filaments.
  The peanut-crunching crowd
  Shoves in to see
 
  Them unwrap me hand and foot
  The big strip tease.
  Gentlemen, ladies
 
  These are my hands
  My knees.
  I may be skin and bone,
 
  Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
  The first time it happened I was ten.
  It was an accident.
 
  The second time I meant
  To last it out and not come back at all.
  I rocked shut
 
  As a seashell.
  They had to call and call
  And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.
 
  Dying
  Is an art, like everything else,
  I do it exceptionally well.
 
  I do it so it feels like hell.
  I do it so it feels real.
  I guess you could say I've a call.
 
  It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
  It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
  It's the theatrical
 
  Comeback in broad day
  To the same place, the same face, the same brute
  Amused shout:
 
  'A miracle!'
  That knocks me out.
  There is a charge
 
  For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
  For the hearing of my heart----
  It really goes.
 
  And there is a charge, a very large charge
  For a word or a touch
  Or a bit of blood
 
  Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
  So, so, Herr Doktor.
  So, Herr Enemy.
 
  I am your opus,
  I am your valuable,
  The pure gold baby
 
  That melts to a shriek.
  I turn and burn.
  Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
 
  Ash, ash ---
  You poke and stir.
  Flesh, bone, there is nothing there----
 
  A cake of soap,
  A wedding ring,
  A gold filling.
 
  Herr God, Herr Lucifer
  Beware
  Beware.
 
  Out of the ash
  I rise with my red hair
  And I eat men like air.

Nun's in trench coats!

...I came up with the nuns in trench coats concept whilst slumped on a sofa watching Kerrang with Pauline. I may have to put it into practice, or draw or something >__<>=3 I post things on deviantart nao (most in pencil :U)
Anyway I'd like to use the nuns in trench coats ideas in there, I may be killed by christians but who gives a flying funk.

The prelims for the dump palace are steadily approaching but I'm not phased, if I fail I fail. I would like to leave in the summer though, but I've got a feeling that wont be possible.

Anywho toodles!

Happy New Year!

Good lord it's finally here! No, not a new blog post; 2008!

I don't think I posted at christmas...did I? I can't remember so I'll say Merry Christmas to you!

I did my "celebrating" last night with Hayley and Jordan,drinking Shloer and eating wine crisps...and many many peanuts. It was much fun, but staying up until around half three in the morning is taking its toll on me.

I now have better things to do, rather than sitting with my eyelids hitting the floor typing about it. So for now I say toodles and leave you with this image of Robbie Rotten...


And This...


Well this year looks to be promising, now I'm off to go do stuff in my other blog...