al asss
male, 55 |
forestall the decline
wenonah / usa
member since 24.09.2007
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You know you are in love
when you see the world in her eyes,
and her eyes everywhere in the world.
- David Levesque
the road to nowhere
caroms off the cushion of uncertainty
landing in the bullion of it takes a village
a reminder that human nature sometimes takes your breath
away
tomorrow's challenge to the pursuit of destructive freedom
lies meaningless at the curb
baffled by illusions of getting it right
for all the right reasons
like the perfect child
deserving of so much better
take us through this numbing fog
free us from our conflicting aims
and sanitize the landscape as only you can do
am imagining just put the crap out there - maybe that's all this is.
I get astonished at what I get when I go back and re-read
I think they trigger or suggest the dreams for that night
The sleep is needed to heal
Yesterday the way was clear, pedal covered pipeline with messianic moments
From where no man has gone
From where did the contours come ?
Tapping into a reserve for perfection
Where sideways glances tease hologram gremlins
Where heavy stuff happens
The more you're with them the happier you should be
My happiness is inside and continuous
No resistance here
Leavon made the band, did not defile it
And I made it past the summit
Where just saying it filters the haze
That settles the seismograph showing focus on the cracks
Instead of the light that's let in
Seamy touchme feelmie
Life, in my estimation, is a biological
misadventure that we terminate on the
shoulders of six strange men whose only
objective is to make a hole in one with you.
~~Fred Allen
That's the best thing about writing, when you're in that zone,
you're porous, ready to absorb the solution.
~~Michael Chabon
Oh media, source of foolish pandering, why do we listen to
your words about the Dow and today's price at the pump and
sleep through the mention of more dead soldiers? Industry
data says there are 1.3 trillion barrels of oil left in the planet or
42 more years of current consumption levels. Pray that we're not discarding lives just to fuel our hemis. So I recall the day in my first month with the company where I got caught short on the bus ride to the office. Miraculously, I held on through the commute and the elevator ride and the dash to the stall where I undid my belt and yanked my trousers down just in the nick o'tine. As I smiled with relef, I noticed that my zipper didn't open but rather tore itself from its stitches, leaving quite an opening in front that I had no way of closing. I stood by the door until the elevator dinged and my friend Kathy walked by as I pleaded for her to stop. She finally understood I wasn't trying to flash her and got me a stapler which secured my flies but pinstriped my package like a chrome hood ornament. Lesson learned: deliberate is better than frantic when it comes to pooping.
What is the difference between a joist and a girder?
Joist wrote "Ulysses" and girder wrote "Faust". |
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