Goth poems

shellefly pointed out this bad goth haiku thread on someone's LJ; I felt compelled to contribute (and so these are crossposted):

The thornèd rose, it
pierces pallid flesh, and then
I drink greedily.


Surrender self to
music; swoop; swirl; but don't get
burned by cigarettes.


Brand new livejournal.
Should I be shadepixie or
deathcat69?


That last one took longer than it should, as I had to verify that I wasn't mocking someone's real username, and my first three or four tries were in fact taken.

dentistry

So yesterday I went to the BU dental school for a checkup; it has been a couple of years. There were two or three years where I was practically going monthly to have something expensive done; one would think this might have taught me to have regular checkups, but instead I seem to have operated under the assumption that it was all over for a while.

Anyway, what with a year abroad coming up, I thought I should make sure my teeth weren't in danger of crumbling to dust upon encountering a particularly crunchy baguette or something.

One of my last dental experiences before yesterday was a few years ago, when the attractive Asian dental student then assigned to my case, assisted by her twin sister, had me immobilized in a chair and stuck sharp metal objects and power tools in my mouth with their delicate, latex-clad hands. In a certain sense I feel this was wasted on me, as even this impressive array of potentially kinky detail somehow managed not to push any of my personal buttons. But from another perspective it gives me something vaguely interesting to say whenever people are talking about dentistry (besides the war stories of root canals and wisdom-tooth removal), and I'm sure many of you have heard it before.

( Yesterday was less potentially exciting, and yet I go on. )

Confess!

Remember that LJ meme from years past where the reader is invited to confess something? Often anonymous comments are turned on, that sort of thing.

Well, here, I invite you to confess something -- but it doesn't have to be remotely real! Make it up, if you like. Verisimilitude doesn't enter into it. It could be blatantly impossible, or you could tell us something shockingly true under the guise of potential fiction.

I've turned on the non-IP-logging / anonymous-posting-okay options, but if you do it right, it shouldn't matter.

Edit, 7/27/04: IP-logging for anonymous entries has been turned back on.