praise be to the brooding persian. he found the finest pics of persian jews from long ago. many seem like מזרחים (mizrå7im "easterners"), but others could be ספרדים (tsfårdim "iberians"). it's hard to tell.
Friday, August 26, 2005
my semite fetish
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i would like to interject that i did not write the title to this post.
I forgot to include this link in my post that I thought you might also find interesting about that tradition of poetry alluded to:
http://yalepress.yale.edu/yupbooks/book.asp?isbn=0300079052
And thanks so much for all the so generous comments all of ya! Don't think anyone has been this nice since I started blogging. I am touched!
we loooove you, brooding persian! we want to have your chiiiiildren!
seriously. give us your sperm. and more poetical entries.
or we will come and find you. i speak some farsi, i will ask for the cranky persian and we will beat you up. until you give us the sperm and the poetical entries we require.
do not alarum your wife or spousal unit. we are lesbians and do not want your sex. only the sperm. and the poetical entries.
that is all.
emily0, you seriously need to get back in your cage today. do you find a crack rock and smoke it or something?
Very witty. I am honored. And you seem to have annoyed the other Emily. Nothing to worry about though. I am afraid, it will not work. The conventional misunderstanding are nothing to be concerned about. Sort of hard to miss you are lesbians. And no wife here. I am what you might call..em… a self contained biological unit!
Though, I was exploring with my (lesbian) friends the option a while back, and decided against it. My genes end with me. As you might have gathered, not the healthiest you'd find around.
But in the grand tradition of Persian haggling, I'll promise to work more diligently on the poetry part in exchange for that beating. It'll even be O.K. if you decide to delegate! A terribly small world we live in, really, isn't it?
GIVE ME BACK MY CRACK ROCK!!!
THIEF!!!!!
two words, emily1:
IAMBIC PENTAMETER
eat my iambic pentameter!
oh where oh where sweet crack rock have you fled?
art thou hidden under the posts of em o's bed?
o em, em o thou art a thieving lass!
shall i be forced to pop a cap in thy ass?
i sleep on a a futon on the floor. so no crack there!
i freeze it inside of ice cubes so no one can find it. is it crack? or is it ice?
mwah ha ha
... but i keep smoking steam.
my semite can beat up your semite.
annoyed? nah. i'm just yanking her chain a little.
emily2, you have to pull yourself together. it was just a crack rock. you can get another one. just get ghettopoly.
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