Lucy in the Sky With the Diamonds (Beatles)

Language: Russian

Watched a two-hour History Channel special on cults a night or two ago. In the special, it was claimed that Charles Manson had given LSD to the other members of the cult on a regular basis. Which, so far, so comprehensible. But then it went on to say something like "gave them LSD until they would do anything he said." When did LSD become a mind-control drug? And, if it was a mind-control drug, then wouldn't we see more of it around? Or is the main use of the mind-control to make us think that we're not being mind-controlled and we don't see any LSD laying around?

I mean, clearly Manson's girls were willing to do some pretty extreme things, and clearly there were drugs involved. But there's something missing from the cause-effect relationship here. Is all I'm saying.

-Jessi

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Depicted in a riverboat
with tangerine shafts, by marmalade skies,
someone calls you. You answer sufficiently slowly,
with eyes and a kaleidoscope girl.
Yellow and green cellophane flowers are
being raised above your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
and she is gone.
Lucy in the sky with the diamonds.
Follow it up to the bridge by the fountain
where horse people eat rocking marshmallow pies.
you are moved by each smile, in proportion to the flowers,
which grow incredibly high.
The taxis from newspapers appear on the coast,
in order to accept you.
You climb in the tail end with your head in the clouds,
and you are gone.
Lucy in the sky with the diamonds.
The image itself, on the train in the station,
where the porters of plasticine look to glass connections,
someone is unexpectedly located there on a turnstile,
to eyes with a kaleidoscope girl.

Help! (Beatles)

Language: Russian

No picture for this one, because I didn't have a good one to begin with, and the connection keeps timing out on me besides.

So I had, over the weekend, the worst moving experience of my life so far, despite the fact that the move was less than a block away. It had all the requisite elements for misery, though: high heat index (which was worsened by the fact that the route we were forced to take to get to the new place included three spots where exhaust from one or more air conditioners blew directly on us), sleep deprivation (I was up for about 30 hours), bitchy hovering apartment manager, nausea (from the heatstroke), and far far more crap to move than had been anticipated. My parents drove up to help with the move, but even then we were running hours behind schedule. Much of the cleaning had to be dispensed with, which means reduced deposit return.

Also, the air conditioning wasn't working in the new place, which now makes three consecutive moves for me where the air conditioning hasn't been working when I moved into a new place during July. I suspect this means something, but the only thing I can guess is that God just hates me, which I had suspected anyway.

Also there was no refrigerator, the promised new carpet was unfinished, and the promised new linoleum wasn't even being gestured at. Two of these things (AC and refrigerator) are working now, but even so. The high-speed internet connection that the husband and I were to be using is failing to work properly so far, the local channels on our DirecTV are coming in only in two or three second bursts between extended periods of darkness (and there aren't nearly as many non-local channels as we'd been led to believe, when you eliminate the sports channels and the shopping channels), the ceiling above the showerhead was water-stained, moldy, and partly peeled-off, and we were only able to move freely from room to room as of about yesterday. So there are plenty of things yet to be dealt with.

Not only the worst moving experience of my life, but there's not even any serious competition. My parents, who have had some relatively nightmarish moving experiences themselves, concur. Worst. Move. Ever.

Posting forecast: continued light and patchy.

-Jessi

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Help! Aid me, someone!
Anybody! Aid!
Someone who knows me: aid!

When I was too young, so much younger than today,
anybody never (necessarily) soaked in any road.
But these days went; therefore, I'm not convinced of my own personality,
now I find myself thought over and revealed, up on the doors.

Help me if you can, then. I feel down
around, and I appreciate you.
You get my rear feet on the earth. Do you help me,
if you please? Will you please help me?

And my life has now changed many roads. Oh, it seems that they disappear in
my independence, in the haze,
but I feel insecure after each, therefore, and now this.
I know that I never exactly made it as you, earlier.

Help me downward if you can, then. I feel you,
and I appreciate you around.
You will my rear feet onto the earth. Help me obtain you.
You will help me if you please, if you please.

When I was young, so much younger than today, I
never soaked anybody in any road, necessarily.
But now the days aren't convinced, therefore their own personality is gone. I
thought it over, and now I find it revealed to me, up on the doors.

Help me downward if you can, then. I feel
you around, and I appreciate it.
Help me, you will obtain my feet rear on the earth, you
if you please, will if you please help me, help me, help me, oh.

Night of the Difficult Day (Beatles)

Language: Russian

It's true that when you get domestic, you find things. Sometimes I find twist-ties and paper clips and stuff. Though usually it's just dust bunnies.

-Jessi

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There will be a night, and a difficult day. (I work as a dog.)
Whichever night or difficult day it will be, I must sleep as a periodical.
When I get domestic, I will find things.
I feel all right with you.

You know, I work the entire day in order to obtain that money.
You purchased necessary things, and it was worth it
to hear you say you'd give it to me.
So why do I begin on earth?
Is everything to moan? 'Cause when I get one by you,
you know, it feels approved.

It seems the domestic will be all right. (When I
am feeling that domestic, you hold me tightly, tightly: owww!)

So why begin to moan on earth?
'Cause I will, if I get to you by one.

You know, I feel approved when I'm domestic.
It seems that all will be right, when I'm feeling domestic.
Will you hold me tightly (yeah, tightly)?

There will be a night and a difficult day. (I work as a dog.)
Whichever night or difficult day it will be, I must sleep as a periodical.
When I get domestic, I will find things.
I feel all right with you.
you make me feel all right with
you. You feel all right to know me.
You know me; you feel all right.