An old poem titled, "Forgive me father, for I have sinned-- Just like you wanted me to"

I am Pandora
And you, who gave me gifts
of damning beauty
and curiosity
are about to be rebuked
by my box of atrocities.
Perhaps you should have seen this coming.


I am Eve
in your garden of Paradise
tasting the forbidden fruits
of knowledge that
you never wanted me to have—
you are fallible.
Revenge tastes so sweet.


You created me to be the Fall—
So I promise that
the Apocalypse will have nothing on me.
Hell hath no fury—
so the saying goes.
And Lord,
even you won’t stand a chance against me.

View to the West

View to the West, a photo by samminski on Flickr.

So, this is where I live, in case anyone was wondering. Well, wrong direction, but this is my island.

About that.

This is my (new) blog. Already had one of these fuckers, but it was under a different e-mail, so there you have it.