blissful natal day! O_O;

it's just me by charles bukowski

i'm such an unpopular human
being.
i should have been born a frog,
or perhaps something a bit higher
up the trunk of a birch tree:
a red-headed woodpecker?
a bushy-tailed squirrel?

i don't seem to fit in anywhere.
in cafes, restaurants,
i say strange things to the
waiters and waitresses,
nothing ugly,
just rather airy
and not quite
befitting.
i find it funny
but nobody else does
especially the lady with me:
"you embarrass me in
public!"

on freeways i also seem
out of place.
i slow down to allow people
who are changing lanes
to move into the space in front
of me.

i did this once
while driving with a
young lady.
she exploded in
scornful laughter:
"you don't HAVE to do
that!"

i am often at a loss
when confronted by a crisis.
once an old man
next to me
on the sidewalk
tripped and fell.
i only stared down at
him.
others rushed up
to help
(i never seem to be in
sync with the rest of
humanity)
but my first reaction had been
to think that
if i was that old man
i wouldn't want anybody touching
me
or trying to help
me.

i should have been born a rogue elephant
or a giant lizard scorched by the sun.
for example,
a friend will point a woman out
to me
and say,
"God, isn't she beautiful!"
and i will look at that face
and see a determination
a threat
so great
that i wonder why the gods
do not place a warning sign on her
that says
"LOOK OUT FOR THIS ONE
UNLESS YOU WISH TO DIE A LINGERING
DEATH."

i guess i am just out of step
with most others.
for instance, i don't sleep
like most
at regular hours.
this has given me much trouble in my
relationships.
suddenly, say at 3 pm,
on any afternoon
i might disrobe
climb into bed and
announce,
"i'm going to sleep now."
i do this beause i feel
like sleeping then
and like to believe that
i have a right to this animal
freedom.
yet some of the ladies i have known
have found this
inconvenient
selfish
and have finally left
me
because of that
(but they would have left me
for some other reason
anyhow,
or if not,
i would have left
them).

it's a sad fact but
i disagree with almost everyone i know.
i think most movies are terrible
and television is even worse.
there is nothing i hate more than idle
conversation.
the exploration of space
bores me
and i can find more of interest
in the daily newspaper than in
all the literature of
all the centuries.

happy to be alone
i sit here at 3 am and
clip my toenails as
i think about
my favorite philosopher
who said:
"i am popeye the sailor man
i live in a garbage can
i like to go swimmin'
with bow-legged wimmin
and i yam what i yam
what i yam!"

put that in your smoke and
pipe it.

Seth likes to kill Osiris. Osiris likes to come back to life.

Isis and Horus ---------------------------------- Seth

After Osiris was dubbed the first king of Egypt (and Isis, the queen), Seth grew jealous of his brother. Being king of Egypt, Osiris took many journeys for the sake of trade with other countries and such. Seth was trusted to look rule the land while Osiris was away. Jealous Seth would help his brother, just waiting to find a way into that throne himself...

Upon one of Osiris' returns to his home, Seth held a dinner party for him. Isis had been watching Seth and felt that it would be in Osiris' best interests to stay back with her. The King calmed his wife and told her that he would wary of whatever Seth might be trying to pull.

At the party, there was dancing, and talking, and dining. Everyone was having a good time. As it got later and people started to tire and leave. But up to this point, Seth had spoken about a coffin that he had made specially for his brother. Osiris and the party guests found this admirable of Seth, for he told of how the coffin was made from the finest wood and carved in a magnificent way. When Osiris had finished whatever conversation he was having, Seth announced to all how he had a gift for his dear brother. He asked his servants - strong men who had arrived at the party a bit earlier to bring out his gift so he could show everyone. People began to clap as the servants brought forth the beautiful coffin. Osiris exclaimed at the coffin and Seth suggested that Osiris get in the coffin to make sure it was comfortable enough for him.

Osiris, in the coffin, noted how he rested comfortably inside. Seth, hearing his approval, told his brother that he would now be remaining in that coffin for the rest of eternity. He ordered his servants to close the lid, as Osiris tried to get up. Once the lid was shut, chains were added to ensure that the King could not get out. Seth had his servants take the coffin and put it in the river, and quickly, he claimed his place on the throne.

When Isis heard of what happened, she was devasted. And she set off to find her husband. In the kingdom of Byblos, she learned of where her husband was. His coffin had washed up into the roots of a tree and the roots grew over him, as he helped the tree grow. Isis had the tree chopped down and the casket removed.

-- and this is where the stories get split.

Either Osiris was ressurected at this point and Seth killed him again - chopping into pieces, or Seth chopped Osiris up when the Isis brought the body back and was preparing for burial.

-- and this is where there are more stories that split.

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Well that was of Osiris and Seth.
I was really looking for Horus (Osiris' and Isis' son...split story, yo) and Seth, and their war for the throne.
Oh well.

it's just that sexyhawt. sort of. not really. not at all.

PWNED