urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blamelesslot And a method for their schemes and scams My screams got lost in a paper cup 2006-01-08T21:00:30Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blamelesslot:400 2005-12-02T02:40:32Z 2006-01-08T21:00:30Z Spontaneous me, nature The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder The hillside whiten’d with blossoms of the mountain ash The same late in autumn, the hues of red, yellow, drab, purple, and light and dark green . . . . . . Love-thoughts, love-juice, love-odor, love-yielding, love-climbers and the climbing sap Arms and hands of love, lips of love, phallic thumb of love, breasts of love, Bellies press’d and glued together with love Both excerpts from <i>Spontaneous Me<i> by Walt Whitman From the book <i>Leaves of Grass<i></i></i></i></i>