mise 's esan :: muir 's carraigean

’s e am muir a th’annam
i am the sea
is carraigean a th’ann.
and he the rocks

tha e annam…
i am he...
leam...
he is with me...
uam.
i would he be mine.

hic extraneus sum

que veut-il

voilà quelques mois quelqu'un m'a fait du mal, quoiqu'il s'en rende compte ou non (pourtant s'il en ignore il est nul.) il fallait faire de mon mieux pour ne pas permettre mes émotions de me trahir. j'étais je prétendais fort et oké avec le tout. non. si.
non. si.
non.

si, je l'étais.

puis, il n'y a quelques jours la personne en question m'a contacté:

« allô, ça va ? »
« oui, et toi ? »
« ça va. »

p.a.u.s.e. . .

« on prend un café ? »

QUOI?

« pardon ? »

« veux-tu prendre un café ou quelque chose avec moi ? »

« oké… »

p.a.u.s.e. . .

jabberwocky

i just love this poem. lewis carroll, you are amazings

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

`Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

`And has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.


hic extraneus sum

for pun's sake

my good friend tjaad sent me a number of really funny puns/punny funs for educated minds
i thought i would share:

the roundest knight at king arthur's round table was sir cumference. he acquired his size from too much pi.

i thought i saw an eye doctor on an alaskan island, but it turned out to be an optical aleutian.

she was only a whisky maker, but he loved her still.

a rubber band pistol was confiscated from algebra class because it was a weapon of math disruption.

the butcher backed into the meat grinder and got a little behind in his work.

no matter how much you push the envelope, it'll still be stationery.

a dog gave birth to puppies near the road and was cited for littering.

a grenade thrown into a kitchen in france would result in linoleum blownapart.

two silk worms had a race. they ended up in a tie.

time flies like an arrow. fruit flies like a banana.

a hole has been found in the nudist camp wall. the police are looking into it.

atheism is a non-prophet organization.

two hats were hanging on a hat rack in the hallway. one hat said to the other, "you stay here; i'll go on a head."

i wondered why the baseball kept getting bigger. then it hit me.
a sign on the lawn at a drug rehab center said: "keep off the grass."

a small boy swallowed some coins and was taken to a hospital. when his grandmother telephoned to ask how he was, a nurse said, "no change yet."

a chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion.

the short fortune-teller who escaped from prison was a small medium at large.

the man who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now a seasoned veteran.

a backward poet writes inverse.

in democracy it's your vote that counts. in feudalism it's your count that votes.

when cannibals ate a missionary, they got a taste of religion.

don't join dangerous cults: practice safe sects!

hic extraneus sum

ein neues nichts besseres

wenn du dich nicht verloren findest, bravo ! aber, es war nicht meine absicht, mit der änderung der adresse zu täuschen. vielmehr, ich wollte nur eine bessere, gebührend namen, für die blogsphäre finden.

nihil plus ultra ist eine alte lateinische angebot. eine einfache übersetzung macht „nichts mehr“.

und nun, mit dies hier gebloggt, ich gehe.

hic extraneus sum

you

i smile when i think of you. i try to find a way to put into words onto paper into my hands the feelings i feel the thoughts that crash into my mind the songs on my heartstrings that resonate through my body through my bones through the night though the walls ...the covers

i am a canvas and you the oils. paint me. cover me with your colours your reds your greens your blues . make me real. make me classique. i am a gourmand and you my last meal. haute cuisine. i crave you need you miss you dream you to life ...to death

you are happy you are sad loud faint clear ablur.
you are here there present absent.

we dance we stand
we wave we long
we. w e
e


i blog
you read
i doubt

i’m ready
when you are

go. just go.

hic extraneus sum

frak

the best part of the day is when i get to the point when i have abso nothing more to do. no other obligations. nought due. nothing left unfinished. nihil plus ultra

...okay so that last isn't exatly how the latin should be used, but whatever.

my blog. my use of linguae.

hic extraneus sum