You think you know a girl.

sometimes I look back at the things i've written and realize i haven't written a thing. it's all garbage! rejoice

I've known myself to lose bits of time. It happens more frequently at times, like now. The sun was shining, it's dark now. The smell of asphalt and trees. I left work at the door. The things I have time for dissolve into the things I haven't done. A cardboard heart caked in wax hangs above me. Buddy Holly sings about his one desire. It's always you.

Bring me back.
I remember the sea of possibilities
and I remember the echoes of darkness--
the echoes of silence.
The ocean of books. The ever-present
crow

and the one disguised as a petrel.
No ordinary petrel would have done the
dastardly things this one did.
But a crow...crows are smarter than
petrels. Perhaps not so much as the
albatross, though I'm sure they're on similar
planes
of existence. Thought.

I'd like to think like that.

It's time to take a stand.

Vote 2012

Your voice
is
UNHEARD.

so is mine

You know...
it's pretty pretentious
to exclude someone from
readership. Who are you
to say who gets to read
and who gets to respond
and who understands and
who will never know the
feeling and who can see
into your soul and mind
and who sits outside of
the house, just looking
in, hoping that someday
they will have a chance
to regain what they may
have once had, somehow.
Who are you to accuse a
person of anything that
you don't know yourself
unless it is just being
human? What else can we
say? What else is there
at all? What boundaries
can we manufacture that
will unite us? Dividing
ourselves will never be
the answer. We are one.

This excludes you

Sometimes I wonder--

if I were to start falling apart,
piece by piece,
as I walked down the street,
would anybody stop to pick me
back up? Would anybody

even notice?

There is a disproportionate number of times
that I sit down to write and feel the urge
to write the word "Listen."

Listen, I understand that it's inappropriate
to start every piece one writes with the same
one word mandate--
BUT WHY SHOULDN'T I?

I need your attention somehow and
God knows you won't
give it
to me
unless
I
ASK

DIRECTLY

FOR IT.

Off with you.
Leave me for the fishes --

Forget the songs you have learned;
there's only one thing left to sing of.
Sing only of what will (we'll) be,
when we finally learn to love.

Chopsticks

A good friend once told me...
a lost friend...
lost isn't the right word...
a friend that has gone out to sea,
waving her arms frantically as I
stood on shore wondering what happens next,
- at this point,
this could be about anybody. It's probably
you -

that the only way to write is to keep writing
and never stop.
- the possibilities are still endless,
and it's still probably you -

so off we go.

You don't know how often I begin to write here and then delete it. It doesn't work.

Русски!

Здрасте.
Как ты поживаете?
У меня всё хорошо.
:)

Vinyl makes the world spin.

And as for you,
Ninth,
das meisterwerk von Ludwig Van--
it was you for which the Lord
created sound.

Let's Set the Record Straight

Maybe you don't get it.

Punk isn't about doing drugs.
It's not about anarchy.
It's not about partying
or coarse language
or vandalism or spray paint
or about getting wasted.
It's not about sex,
or "bucking the system"
by deviating from law and order.
Punk isn't about dressing
a certain way or about
knowing a lot about music.
It's not about going out every night
and it's not about being
unpredictable.

Punk is about being true to yourself.
Punk is about non-conformity,
it's about FREE THOUGHT,
and it's about never surrendering
your beliefs for the sake of
acceptance from others. It's about
doing things for yourself. And it's
about standing together. It's about
using your gifts and talents
to your potential, no matter what
someone says. It's about standing up,
for yourself, for your friends, and
for your belief system. All of it.
All the time. Never back down.

Back off.

Oops.

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Mushrooms.

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-Itching and burning of the mouth, if the mushroom has been ingested
-Swelling of tongue, lips or mouth
-Itching all over the body, especially those areas where the contact with mushrooms has been maximum
-Nausea and vomiting
-Tightness in chest and breathlessness
-Swelling of throat
-Increased palpitations

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Ouch.

Ode to a Stamp

A window to the world
rests snug against
the corner
of my letter,
carefully positioned,
ready to carry
its message
to wherever it may
be needed.
Gatekeeper
of communiqué—
guardian
of correspondence,
standing at attention
to assure
safe
passage across all
borders.

A flag of freedom,
of history,
pledging its loyalty
to any who
employ
its use,
the conscientious
cavalier
carries its sealed
consort
without prejudice,
without bound.

Icon of truth,
emblem of relations,
it is you that tightens
the gap of the
vastness
of our world. You,
harbinger
of love, agent of good news;
herald
of request and regret,
you are liaison to
life-and-life, you have the
power to join us from
across seas
and plains,
through weather and
war—
where no one man
can carry on,
you protect the living
word.

Pinning Tails

Sometimes,
life throws you things
that not only do you
not expect,

but that you don't really know
how to handle.
That you
don't know how
(or where)
to draw that line
that so desperately
needs to be drawn.

Again,
"Humbert Humbert's folly was not
his attraction to Lolita, but
in his failure to distance
himself from her, knowing his
attraction was both illegal and
immoral."

It's sickening that Lolita
keeps rearing its ugly,
ugly head. And in the oddest
of places, mind you.

If only the rights didn't seem
so right...
but the wrongs are so wrong.

And I, in the eye of the storm.

---

Here and Here

If eyes are windows to the soul,
I suppose the mouth is the door.

Institute of Forensic Medicine, University of Cologne says

Dying in a head-down position
is rare
and autopsy may reveal
no morphological findings
which explain the cause of death sufficiently.

Functional changes,
mainly postural changes
of circulation must be considered
to explain the cause of death.

Two cases of death are reported
where death occurred
in a head-down position,
among them an autoerotic accident
with suspension of a man
head-down

in a sack.