DC is just rocking out all over the place this week.
“ Humans Versus Zombies is a woman repellent. It’s like anti-cologne. ”
Comedian Ethan Fixell, performing at Ball State. This is empirically false. (via maxistentialist)
I know, rite? HvZ hookups are like the drama of the semester at good old Goucher College.
Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love’s day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side
Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast;
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart;
For, Lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song: then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapt power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
two of my absolute favorite lines of poetry are “My vegetable love should grow/Vaster than empires, and more slow.” also, I enjoy that the basic message of this delightfully wordy poem is “life is short, we should have sex now.”
“ Sleep with a Gogol Bordello member. This is really the only advice I have for you. ”
my wise (or something) and illustrious sister
ready, set…. go!
yeah, so some people finally talked me into it. it seems like a seriously terrible idea, and yet, I’ve already met a guy who seems cool and has given me some awesome advice on learning Japanese. and I should at least get a hilarious story or two out of it…..
The Bitch of Living, Spring Awakening. every few months I must fall in love with this play all over again. sex, suicide, rock and roll, excessive masturbation references, and everything else that comes with being a teenager and feeling like your life sucks, all set in 1980s Germany.
