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Camp is Set Up [May. 21st, 2006|06:42 pm]
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[User Picture]From: ndozo
2006-05-22 03:41 am (UTC)
Nice shady spot. I guess that decomposing green guy on the tree was there first. He didn't know the rules, right? Now his nickname is "example." I bet no one will take your shade ever again. Good work. Cute lizard and even cuter kid. That really is a great lizard pic.
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[User Picture]From: curculio
2006-05-22 06:05 pm (UTC)

glad you are set!

I second everything ndozo said about these photos. Too bad about 'Example'. To quote, Joni Mitchell:

Peg O'Connell died today.
She was a cheeky girl,
A flirt
They just stuffed her in a hole!
Surely to God you'd think at least
some bells should ring!

I feel sorry for this Peg. But at least the lizard can share the shade.

Enjoy. Can we talk this week? Pretty please, pretty please?




The Magdalene Laundries
by Joni Mitchell

I was an unmarried girl
I'd just turned twenty-seven
When they sent me to the sisters
For the way men looked at me.
Branded as a jezebel,
I knew I was not bound for Heaven
I'd be cast in shame
Into the Magdalene laundries.

Most girls come here pregnant
Some by their own fathers.
Bridget got that belly
By her parish priest.
We're trying to get things white as snow,
All of us woe-begotten daughters,
In the steaming stains
Of the Magdalene laundries.

Prostitutes and destitutes
And temptresses like me—
Fallen women—
Sentenced into dreamless drudgery—
Why do they call this heartless place
Our Lady of Charity?
Oh, charity!

These bloodless brides of Jesus,
If they had just once glimpsed their groom,
Then they'd know, and they'd drop the stones
Concealed behind their rosaries.
They wilt the grass they walk upon,
They leech the light out of a room,
They'd like to drive us down the drain
At the Magdalene laundries.

Peg O'Connell died today.
She was a cheeky girl,
A flirt
They just stuffed her in a hole!
Surely to God you'd think at least
some bells should ring!
One day I'm going to die here too.
And they'll plant me in the dirt
Like some lame bulb
That never blooms come any spring,
Come any spring,
No, not any spring...

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