whynot | Is Richard Siken a Samgirl or a Deangirl?

motherlessguns, you guys! It's like

gid_hanasheh but for Winchesters. That is to say*, a comm for posting poems that remind you of Winchesters, and poems that you wrote about Winchesters. Come join! SPAM IT WITH SIKEN.

'Kay, so we got a heaven poetry comm, an earth poetry comm. To round things off, we need a hell poetry comm for poems about Ruby and Alastair. y/n?

*Can we popularize the acronym TITS already?

I uploaded some songs from SinoSikat?'s debut album for some people, and I'm gonna throw the links up here too because SinoSikat? are pretty sexy, lemme tell ya. They're from Manila, and they got this badass soul-jazz-groove thing going on.

So Blue - the single. The music video is also pretty cool.
Praning - the 'tude
Akin Ka - the jazz

Item the third, I watched My Bloody Valentine. What an emotionally complex and intellectually satisfying movie that was! The decapitation-by-shovel scene was such a nuanced commentary on the duality of man, and the naked girl titty-bouncing in the parking lot moved me to my very core.

Okay seriously now, where is the Dean/Tom fic.

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What would you like? I'd like my money's worth.
Try explaining a life bundled with episodes of this—
swallowing mud, swallowing glass, the smell of blood
on the first four knuckles.
We pull our boots on with both hands
but we can't punch ourselves awake and all I can do
is stand on the curb and say Sorry
about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.

I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.

BUT OKAY, BUT. DYLAN THOMAS IS SUCH A SAMGIRL. AS FOLLOWS:

I dreamed my genesis in sweat of sleep, breaking
Through the rotating shell, strong
As motor muscle on the drill, driving
Through vision and the girdered nerve.

From limbs that had the measure of the worm, shuffled
Off from the ceasing flesh, filed
Through all the irons in the grass, metal
Of suns in the man-melting night.

Heir to the scalding veins that hold love's drop, costly
A creature in my bones I
Rounded my globe of heritage, journey
In bottom gear though night-geared man.

I dreamed my genesis and died again, shrapnel
Rammed in the marching heart, hole
In the stitched wound and clotted wind, muzzled
Death on the mouth that ate the gas.

Sharp in my second death I marked the hills, harvest
Of hemlock and the blades, rust
My blood upon the tempered dead, forcing
My second struggling from the grass.

And power was contagious in my birth, second
Rise of the skeleton and
Rerobing on the naked ghost. Manhood
Spat up from the resuffered pain.

I dreamed my genesis in sweat of death, fallen
Twice in the feeding sea, grown
Stale of Adam's brine until, vision
Of new man strength, I seek the sun.

V. v. compelling, am I right. That's not a question; I am totally right.

Oh man, My Bloody Valentine was the beeeeeeest. It is the gold standard to which I hold all B-horror movies. Batvoice? Y. Higher body count in the first ten minutes than I've seen in any movie since? Y. Ludicrously lulzy plot twist that you could see coming after the first 15 minutes? Y. Filmed in Pittsburgh? YYYYY. The Oscar snub was really unforgivable.

LOL "TOO MUCH POETRY". I love iiiiiiit. The first time I read "Little Beast" actually was when someone posted it to gid_hanasheh. Either way, we can agree that it is from the POV of someone who is distressingly obsessed with Dean.

Heir to the scalding veins that hold love's drop, costly
A creature in my bones I
Rounded my globe of heritage
;____; saaaaam. HEIR TO SO MUCH SHIT.

My favorite part (and I have many favorites) was when he looked into the camera at the end. It's like he's coming for me next!!! Between this and Stonehenge Apocalypse, I am just... blissed out. On SUCH DIVINE CINEMA.

Pittsburgh! AHA, I thought I saw Pennsylvania plates.

Is Richard Siken a Samgirl or a Deangirl?

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