for august, this line specifically: Summer, do your worst! Light your tinsel moon, and call on
Dorothy Parker - August
When my eyes are weeds,
And my lips are petals, spinning
Down the wind that has beginning
Where the crumpled beeches start
In a fringe of salty reeds;
When my arms are elder-bushes,
And the rangy lilac pushes
Upward, upward through my heart;
Summer, do your worst!
Light your tinsel moon, and call on
Your performing stars to fall on
Headlong through your paper sky;
Nevermore shall I be cursed
By a flushed and amorous slattern,
With her dusty laces’ pattern
Trailing, as she straggles by.
Welcome home, pf. Relax, chill out, and order in some Chinese.
Welcome back!
Welcome back, Paul. Let me know when you want to grab a drink and spill stories about the far east.
WAKE UP, DAMMIT!!!
for august, this line specifically: Summer, do your worst! Light your tinsel moon, and call on
Dorothy Parker - August
When my eyes are weeds, And my lips are petals, spinning Down the wind that has beginning Where the crumpled beeches start In a fringe of salty reeds; When my arms are elder-bushes, And the rangy lilac pushes Upward, upward through my heart;
Summer, do your worst! Light your tinsel moon, and call on Your performing stars to fall on Headlong through your paper sky; Nevermore shall I be cursed By a flushed and amorous slattern, With her dusty laces’ pattern Trailing, as she straggles by.