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I go by Beverly. I don't really see myself updating this journal a lot in the future... but don't think for a second that this is a sock puppet. It's not. I don't do that. I have other journals, and no you cannot see or know of them if you know of this one. This one was created so I could join certain... communities... without people knowing. Go figure, right?
Basically, I get a lot of sex for being the lardass that I am. I'm fat as hell, but I'm failing school and such so my backup plan is to be a stripper. So, I need to lose a couple stone. Fast.
I write poetry sometimes, but I probably won't post much of it on here. I prefer to post my poetry on my regular journal (no you can't know what it is).
I read a lot of books. Mostly poetry. I adore Baudelaire, Rimbaud, and Nerval. Oui, je parle français... un peu... mais ma grammaire est horrible. Anyways, yeah, that basically sums me up. Oh, and I'm hellenistic Pagan, in case you were wondering.

I'll conclude with a poem by Constantine P. Cavafy. I wish I could write like him... sigh.

Artificial Flowers

I don't want real narcissi - neither lilies
nor real roses please me,
decorating trite and common gardens. I am grieved,
fatigued, afflicted by their flesh
their perishable beauty bores me.

Give me artificial flowers - porcelain and metal glories - neither
fading nor decaying, forms unaging.
Flowers of the splendid gardens of another place,
where Forms and Styles and Knowledge dwell.

I love flowers made of glass or gold,
true Art's true gifts,
their painted hues more beautiful than nature's,
worked in nacre and enamel,
with perfect leaves and branches.

Their charm derives from wise and pure Good Taste;
they didn't vilely sprout in dust or mud.
If they lack scent, we'll pour out perfume,
burn romantic myrrh before them.

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