You asked me many questions and I answered them all

We spoke about people, places and things

You wanted to hear about my thoughts and feelings

Until fatigued, we lapsed into a comfortable silence

While we listened to songs that we discovered we both liked

With my head on your chest and your arm around me

The hours disappeared, and the night soon followed

To make way for a grey morning, obscured by clouds

The sun too weak to win the age-old battle for the sky

We went to your bed together, undressed each other

And you held me in your arms and kissed me tenderly

And we gently drifted off into a peaceful sleep

Happy in each others’ arms, while it lasted

Two occasional lovers, almost friends, never more

By Leigh Josephs

Adminspotting

Choose no life. Choose no career. Choose no family. Choose a fucking big computer, choose disk arrays the size of washing machines, modem racks, CD-ROM writers, and electrical coffee makers. Choose no sleep, high caffeine and mental insurance. Choose no friends. Choose black jeans and matching combat boots. Choose chairs for your office in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose SMTP and wondering why the fuck you are logged on on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting in that swivel chair looking at mind-numbing, spirit-crushing web sites, stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in some miserable newsgroup, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up lusers Gates spawned to replace the computer-literate. Choose your future. Choose to sysadmin. ADMINSPOTTING

Old but always brilliant. Original Postcript sources here. High quality PNGs here. Remember System Administrator Appreciation Day on July 30, 2010 (Last Friday of July).

"Shadowed Torso" by Kim Mobey

ek dink op die snaaksste oomblikke aan jou
unguarded moments

my gedagtes dwaal
in ‘n oomblik sien ek wat kon gewees het
‘n ewigheid verstryk terwyl tyd stilstaan

ek kyk in jou oë, streel jou nek
jy sidder, rilling klens jou skouers
streel jou ruggraat
warm sensasie stort na benede
winkelhaak in jou lieste
ontplof saggies in jou lende
die wêreld vergaan

warm jou kurwes teen my
so skielik, onverwags welkom

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we would rather be rowdy and gaunt and free
and dine on a diet of roach and rat
than slaves to a tame society
ours is the zest of the alley cat
fish heads freedom a frozen sprat
dug from the gutter with digits frantic
is better than bores and a fireside mat
mehitabel us for the life romantic