Emily Dickinson
God made a little Gentian—
It tried—to be a Rose—
And failed—and all the Summer laughed—
But just before the SnowsThere rose a Purple Creature—
That ravished all the Hill—
And Summer hid her Forehead—
And Mockery—was still—The Frosts were her condition—
The Tyrian would not come
Until the North—invoke it—
Creator—Shall I—bloom?
Archive for January, 2008
How awesome is this? Sweet Child O’ Mine, classical Indian style.
Interested in gettin’ the crowd wild at future concerts? If so, here are some phrases you might want to bust out:
1. “Where my Saskatoon bitches at?”
3. “Let’s pour out some Labatt for our lost homies…”
4. “Wave your mittens in the air, wave ‘em like you just don’t care!”
5. “Growin’ up in the Ottawa projects certainly wasn’t easy…”
6. “How many of you are Degrassi High right now?”
7. “8 Miles?! Shit should be called 12.872 Kilometers.”‘
8. “Who watched Frozen Cribs last night?”
9. “Make some noise if you’ve got rims on your snowmobile!”
10. “Guns don’t kill people. At least not in this country.”
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