HELLO, My Name is Claire...

He's LaReine, I'm LaQueen..i don't write, just sometimes..but not good enough..at least not to post it.
Just the sidekick.
Music, muzik, musica...
I'm good on that one, tho..not that i should be part of Pichtfork ( which, no people..isn't made by God )..but i just think that's a step below MTV ( no ofense ).
So..my roll here..mm well..i'll just try to pick a song, post it, upload it ( or you can download it by yourself )..according to every poem, essay, paper, picture..or take a song that for a reason i can relate to the matter..somehow, something you can hear while you read the blog, and pay attention to the lyrics as you read them, and you must be a prodigy to do all that at the same time. XD!
Anyways, i'll do some other stuff when it comes, but for the start, this will be okay, as an intro.
Like LF.Lareine said..hope "this will be some place for some of us, hopefully, and not to one of us."
We can amaze you or annoy the crap out of you, we'll care about you, but we won't be responsible for what you do or think after being here,so find that out, otherwise you'll never know or we'll never know...I'll never know. Enjoy or Sorry. ( for what it matters ).

Salut!


Sarah Blasko - Queen Of Apology


Truth, truth everywhere,
But not a drop to drink,
You can think what you like,
But it's not like what you think,
Talk, talk everywhere,
Banished you can tell,
A thousand ears to turn away,
Not one mouth to stay closed,

Bride for the king of blame,
I'm queen of apology,
You see we take all care,
But no responsiblity,
Return this where you found it,

Eyes, eyes everywhere
And two more that now hold,
The pallor of your face
When all your palest lies are told,

Hands, hands tethered fast
To bonds you'd wish they'd hold,
To forgive completely only serves to let them go,

Bride for the king of blame,
I'm queen of apology,
You see we take all care,
But no responsiblity,
Return this where you found it,

A bed we built,
Milk crates and guilt,
Well i will lay you down
On sheets of blame,
I'll lay you down with me again,

Truth, truth,
Hand it down,
And we'll swallow it whole,
To avoid the taste,
But what's inside,
We'll never know,

Bride for the king of blame,
I'm queen of apology,
You see we take all care,
But no responsiblity,
Return me where you found me

JT LeRoy

JT LeRoy


I wanna be a boy,
Just like J.T. Leroy
A man that deals in perfect heels
A woman Savannah
‘I sleep with whom I wanna’
Mrs. Argento,
I’m sorry, lo lamento,
It wasn’t meat,
It was just a bundle,
A delicate treat,
Between thighs so humble,
Between lips so sweet,
I am the impossible thick-
ness,
of the abyss,
the void within a boy,
the voice inside a toy,
the one that makes the bliss,
the blizzard, the whore,
the wizard of oz,
the oversized witch,
oh, what a rhyme for bitch,
sounds so fine, perfect pitch,
real men are not straight,
they fall from heaven, from great heights,
always worrying about weight,
so they can fit in their tights,
men are witches too, without devil’s eyes,
true, they say, they’re worse when it comes to lies,
no man of men dares to be homosexual,
these sort of games were foreplay for our own time intellectuals,
we sleep with a hundred women,
we go out and plain segregate our semen,
seamen of the land,
cowboys of the sea,
frontiersmen of America,
Neal Cassadys of sin,
No men’s man is bold enough,
No man’s woman is good enough,
The feminine boy is the new tough,
The masculine roll is the negro,
Not the hip white,
Not the black hype,
But the negro in the noose,
Hangin’ tight, swingin’ loose,
You will all burn, sons of bitches,
Hetero emasculated embryos,
Little babies fed upon baby blue cheerios,
Oh! Little fuckers,
Oh! Oh oh…
You look so cute down there…
On your knees, looking up…
Forever, you will look up to me…
Forever,
You will look up to us,
My boy, J.T.
My man, of fuzz,
Yours truly,
The dame Savannah,
‘I am, who I wanna…’
The man unruly…


lf

http://lflareine.blogspot.com/

LF LaReine

So this will be some place for some of us, hopefully, and not to one of us.
The 'us' denominator, i guess, will be forged by whatever the hell happens in here, but as my original intention had it, it has something to do with poetry, narrative, art, anything fun, anything nice.
May this work as a bump in the subway between as many strangers as possible. Or a lucky random pick of a JT Leroy's Harold's End from a hidden bookstore shelf. However the means that got you into this place, white rabbits possing as little blonde girls being chased by confused and naive boys, or simply because you read one of my posts somewhere else and you think you have to check just where the Caracas did that fuckin' thing come from!?... Whatever it may have been, think of it as a 'oh well, perhaps it was meaningless, but it's worth a check'... You never know... I know i never did.

Lf LaReine