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Citizens ask what this bad news means for future!
Morale is low and can't be seen increasing anytime soon. The forcast for this upcoming month is sad with a chance of crying.
Citizens say they are in dire need of cuddles for this city to get back on track.
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Since the Heart-throb dissapeared:
In other news: What have the people of Astroidville been up to since the so called Heart-Throb left town?
Surprisingly they have survived!! Though much damage has occured, affecting all residents, they seem intent on acclimatising to this new way of living until their cherished partner returns.
- An increase in reading has been noticed after the long awaited "From russia with love" was finally closed and put back on the shelf
- Physical health has become more of a priority in Astroidsville with many residents getting up earlier, stretching and having breakfast every morning!
- Meditation is back on the map and considered the new cool in Astroidville with many meditating for a mesley 1 minute per day, weak shit but we will keep you updated if this time improves or if meditation is just a trend.
Who knew Gregory Croso's writing could be so enchanting?
I was recently re-reading "Penguin Modern Poets" and i stumbled across a poem i really liked 2 years ago. The poem is titled "Marriage". I found that this poem made me giggle, it satires marriage and has good rhythm? I'm not sure, that's what i think anyway.
Favourite bits of "Marriage" by Gregory Corso
This version has been chopped up a lot as to not be too long. If you like any part of it, i def suggest reading the full version because this version loses it's rhythm and some of the funny bits
Should I get married?
Should I be good?
Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and faustus hood?
Don't take her to movies but to cemeteries
tell all about werewolf bathtubs and forked clarinets
then desire her and kiss her and all the preliminaries
and she going just so far and I understanding why
not getting angry saying
You must feel! It's beautiful to feel!
Instead take her in my arms lean against an old crooked tombstone
and woo her the entire night the constellations in the sky-
I kiss the bride all those corny men slapping me on the back
She's all yours, boy! Ha-ha-ha!
And in their eyes
you could see some obscene honeymoon going on-
Then all that absurd rice and clanky cans and shoes
Niagara Falls!
Hordes of us!
Husbands!
Wives!
Flowers!
Chocolates!
All streaming into cozy hotels
All going to do the same thing tonight
The indifferent clerk he knowing what was going to happen
The lobby zombies they knowing what
The whistling elevator man he knowing
Everybody knowing! I'd almost be inclined not to do anything!
Stay up all night! Stare that hotel clerk in the eye!
Screaming: I deny honeymoon! I deny honeymoon!
grab her and tell her There are unfavorable omens in the sky!
O but what about love?
I forget love
not that I am incapable of love
It's just that I see love as odd as wearing shoes-
I never wanted to marry a girl who was like my mother
And Ingrid Bergman was always impossible
And there's maybe a girl now but she's already married
And I don't like men and-
But there's got to be somebody!
Because what if I'm 60 years old and not married,
all alone in a furnished room with pee stains on my underwear
and everybody else is married!
All the universe married but me!
Ah, yet well I know that were a woman possible as I am possible
then marriage would be possible-
Like SHE in her lonely alien gaud waiting her Egyptian lover
so i wait-bereft of 2,000 years and the bath of life.
