Death takes a Bough

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Important - Tell Gov Arnie what to do!

Sorry, no LJ cut. This is too important. Also, I know a lot of you are really great at promoting yourselves/your clubs/your DJing gigs. If this fits your beliefs, please promote this action in any way you can. Post it in your LJ, your MySpace, other blogs. Share it with your families, friends, loved ones. Signing a petition or placing a call costs you nothing but a few minutes. Please take that time to voice your opinions and concerns. Thanks.

Please take some time to take action.
Sacramento, CA - With only vague comments, Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger vetoed AB 866, authored by Assembly Speaker pro Tem Leland Yee (D-San Francisco/Daly City) and sponsored by Equality California, which was designed to prevent discrimination against Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgender (LGBT) individuals in political campaigns. This was the first of many bills Equality California sponsored this year to make it to the Governor’s desk.

“We are extremely disappointed by Governor Schwarzenegger's veto of legislation that would have added LGBT people to the list of groups covered by the Fair Political Practice Act's Voluntary Pledge,” said Geoffrey Kors, Executive Director of Equality California. “Regardless of what he thinks about the enforceability of the Voluntary Pledge, it is ludicrous to exclude one group of people from the rights and protections granted to others. The exclusion of LGBT citizens in this case is just simply an unacceptable form of discrimination.”

Currently, existing law establishes a Code of Fair Campaign Practices to which a candidate may voluntarily subscribe and provides a pledge by which the candidate declares that he or she will not use or permit any appeal to negative prejudice based on race, sex, religion, national origin, physical health status, or age. This Code of Fair Campaign Practices and a copy of the Elections Code provisions are required to be provided to candidates by the Registrar of Voters at the time of a declaration of candidacy, nomination papers, or any other paper evidencing an intention to be a candidate for public office are issued.

“Quite frankly, I am outraged that the Governor vetoed a bill that protects gay and lesbian candidates from facing discrimination and hate during a campaign,” said Speaker pro Tem Yee. “It is unconscionable that the Governor of California would send a message that it is ok to foster campaigns that create fear and intimidation upon the LGBT community.”

The legislation would have prohibited the use of any negative appeal based on prejudice against LGBT people by candidates or campaign committees who sign the voluntary pledge provided for in the Code of Fair Campaign Practices.

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final stiletto setlist

Tiga and Zyntherius – Sunglasses at Night
Soviet – Candy Girl
Boytronic – Living Without You
Bronski Beat – Smalltown Boy
The Smiths – There is a Light
New Order – Bizarre Love Triangle
General Public – Tenderness
ABC – Poison Arrow
After the Fire – Der Kommissar
Heaven 17 – Let Me Go
Captain Sensible – Wot
Fun Boy Three – Our Lips Are Sealed
Echo and the Bunnymen – Killing Moon
Urge Overkill – Girl, You’ll Be a Woman Soon
Spandau Ballet – True
Flock of Seagulls - Space Age Love Song
B52s – Private Idaho
Flying Lizards – Money (That’s What I Want)
Dead or Alive – You Spin Me
Depeche Mode – Just Can’t Get Enough
New Order – Blue Monday
Ministry – Halloween
Love Spit Love – How Soon is Now?
Joy Division – Love Will Tear Us Apart
Jane’s Addiction – Jane Says
Bauhaus – Ziggy Stardust
Siouxsie and the Banchees – Arabian Knights
Blondie – One Way or Another
Romeo Void – Never Say Never
Peter Shilling – Major Tom
The Knack – My Sharona
Tones on Tails – Go
Josie Cotton – Johnny Are You Queer
Bow Wow Wow – I Want Candy
Kim Wilde – Kids in America
Duran Duran – Girls on Film
B Movie – Nowhere Girl
The Cure – Love Cats
Kajagoogoo – Too Shy
Naked Eyes – Always Something There to Remind Me
Human League vs Benny B. – Don’t You Want the Time
Orinoco Bitch
Noel - Silent Morning
Animotion – Obsession
Real Life – Openhearted
Timezone – World Destruction
Oingo Boingo – Dead Man’s Party

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The curtain descends, everything ends too soon ...

Bent remix of Billie Holiday's Speak Low, is ace!

My obsession  for remixes of Billie Holiday and Nina Simone is rarely fulfilled thusly ...

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Aperture

I'd rather bleed paradox - aperture
than breathe polarised.

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sound and vision

I've reached a point in which all input reads as white noise.
I am terribly confused and uncertain about pretty much everything.
Is this due to an inherent inability to translate and read the subtleties of people's actions and words? A strange affliction of the crazies that clouds my instincts from time to time?
Or, inversely, a hyper-sensitivity to the slightest shifts? Precognitive insight?

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closed for re-maudlin

I've been folding everything in and over. Origami emotions. Curbing the desire to tempt fate. Head in books, hands in pockets. Anything, anything, to get my mind off that familiar blue. Rose-tinted glasses askew. The moments I am happiest are those in which I am distracted, and yet, I keep myself tethered to a fair share of isolation (maybe It isn't the distraction of people I seek?), because I feel tainted. Cyclical, stygian sentiments. Just when I think I've found my way out, I am submerged.
Old habits die hard.
Hard sparkle, where are you? Where have I dropped you? Behind the computer desk with the other missing bits? In a puddle on my way from car to front door?

Hot chocolate. Vodka. (not together)
Cigarettes. Tears. (simultaneous)


And for the love of peer to peer programmes, people, Nina Hagen and Nena (of 99 Luftballons fame) are not the same person. And Sisters of Mercy did not do the theme song from Lost Boys.

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for tune

She sits in the corner of the room and drinks, quietly, and everyone is pleased with her then. So long as her eyes stay soft and her mouth stays shut. She's pleasant enough to look at with her face like an unnatural mask. Like the wax features of a gypsy from one of those turn-of-the-century fortune-telling machines. Some of them even think she's attractive. She always drinks from the same place on the glass, leaving only one red hot lip print from her glossed lips which are drawn to the same spot as though through some strange precognitive time loop. She never seems to notice.


Her eyes are dark and wide, fixed inside, as though she can't bare to see past whatever goes on behind her eyes. But they know she can. They have seen it happen, and it frightens them.


When a certain song comes on the jukebox, it's as if she comes to life. Her mouth trembles, then forms words that match the voice which fills the room like water. Perfectly timed, you'd think it was her singing, her voice more wide than even her eyes. The tongue that flicks at the corners of her mouth, you'd swear that was the tongue that uttered the words in the song. And her eyes move, and glisten, and become wet, and blink. They turn, like mirrors, out, and she looks at them, and sees them for the first time all over again. And the thickly lined black rings around her lashes trickle as tears cross the field of her cheeks, all rushing, rushing, to be licked from her lips. Returned to the source.


They can't keep track of their breath when she does this. It becomes unimportant, and they realise for the first time again that her hair is not just black, but blue-black, and her eyes are not just dark, but brown and vaguely Spanish. They can't find the words for the pain, or the thoughts to re-arrange that which she has displaced. So they pull on their cigarettes, their drinks, their pens, their fingernails, and try to not look at her. But they do. It's uncomfortable and scary, but they do. And her mouth moves more, and there is no sound but the sound of her lips touching around the words, between the consonants and vowels, but it's not even her voice. Yet they know it is. They know she was born to sing this song, and to sing it here, despite how much they hate her for it.


And when it ends, and she goes back to her drink, they are safe from having their fortunes told until the next time someone selects that song.

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pomegranate

pomegranate

I've crushed grapes with these teeth;
sucked the sense from any number of things,
but, here, I'll fall to my knees, if only
you'll share your fire with me.
We taste the shells of memories,
Tongue-probe the surfaces of once lost longings,
story-spin with the threading of wet muscle
and the soft slide of velvet lip tides.

We speak as monks made profane,
disrupting hymns with devil's rhyme,
singing, instead, with ebbs and flows,
and dissolving great mysteries with mouths
- like perfect spirals carved in stones.

In purple chaos twilight - we drown,
pressed close under a swivel of stars,
breaking our knees, here, in this sea.
Warped in ecstasy around the poles of our legs,
the whips of our arms, and the
mesh web of our hair as our minds ache
to create one sun in one sky.
One moon poised between our closed eyes.

Angels compete for heaven's release,
pomegranates infest their dreams,
and flesh calls down those golden beasts,
those Nephilim astronauts with gifts
to mask our words with the beating of wings.

We're mercurial, electric, guided by
the storm of this song, to collide and drift
until the cool neon dawn.
Casting spells in the folding of limbs,
it's about time we let Eros in.
Prophesize the story of us as you sway.
I'll think only of rousing my lips into
butterflies, drawn to the pollen of your temples.

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just because
Current mood: uncomfortable

I want to sing the theme from the Mary Tyler Moore song to everyone I know right now, but I can't stop crying.

Who can turn the world on with her smile?
Who can take a nothing day, and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile?
Well it's you girl, and you should know it
With each glance and every little movement you show it

Love is all around, no need to waste it
You can have the town, why don't you take it
You're gonna make it after all
You're gonna make it after all!

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