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I decided to buy a Tesla S-Class. Delivery in 2011.

A man lies in his bed in a room with no door He waits hoping for a presence, something, anything to enter After spending half his life searching, he still felt as blank As the ceiling at which he's staring He's alive, but feels absolutely nothing So, is he? When he was six he believed that the moon overhead followed him By nine he had deciphered the illusion, trading magic for fact No tradebacks... So this is what it's like to be an adult If he only knew now what he knew then... I'm open Come on in Lying sideways atop crumpled sheets and no covers He decides to dream... Dream up a new self - for himself.

In John Steinbeck's 'Of Mice and Men', the character Lenny Small is a simple man whose favorite thing to do is to stroke the fur of something soft. As the story opens, we see him, and his travelling companion George running from a posse. Lenny had touched a girl's soft dress and could not stop touching it - tearing it. She screamed and he tried to silence her - and in the process Lenny's massive strength undoes the innocence of the interaction - he does not hurt her but he tears the dress as easily as if it were paper. Running from Lenny, the woman draws vigilantes down on the two - and they barely escape by hiding in an irrigation ditch, water up to their chin. The two make their way to Tyler ranch , a Californian barley farm. As they are walking down the road, George notices Lenny putting something in his pocket. Upon being asked, Lenny replies "It's a mouse, George." .. a dead mouse. Lenny had been feeling its fur in its pocket. George throws ...

I grew up here. I want to remember this.

"O" is the story of Odin James. Something drawing at me tells me to say this is a modern remake of the Shakespearean "Othello". If so, then so be it. This post is not about the film, which is an excellent film. This is about the problem of evil. In the film, as well as the play - evil builds - a sense of betrayal and outrage as the very forces that destroy the bond between man and woman mount to a point where the final plan is executed: a murder/suicide that we scream out , from within - to fail. As the last moments of this film wind to its conclusion I found myself torn apart for one simple detail to break the chain of events that were so carefully laid out to trap Odin James, and destroy him. One single ray of light. In the end, claimed them. But not without revealing a modus from which evil finally accomplished its goal. Evil cannot thrive without miscommunication and disconnection. In a connected world, evil diminishes. Each element of the plot unfol...

I saw a really cool film a while back - "Mr. Brooks". The basic line running through the film was that this upstanding, decent business and community leader was in fact a serial killer. It was in its own right, a good film - a nice suspense thriller. I enjoyed it on that level immensely. But so much of the film was really about addiction. The main character is battling an addiction. He's been able to stop killing as a result of AA meetings, and in the course a few nights his fortunes reverse and he's back in the saddle again. His addiction takes the form of an alter ego - a person whom he has conversations with - and he is methodical and precise about pursuing them all the while engaged in a dialogue with this alter ego regarding the character of the work, or the enjoyment. An addict first guards the time they'll spend doing whatever it is that they're addicted to. They'll carefully arrange things so that time takes first priority. And if you give t...

Lost in cheap delirium Searching the neon lights I move carefully Sink in the city aquarium Sing in the key of night As they're watching me Take me somewhere we can be alone Make me somewhere I can call a home 'Cause lately I've been losing my own Wrapped in silent elegance Beautifully broken down As illusions burst Too late to learn from experience Too late to wonder how To finish first

I guess we all go through phases where nothing seems fun. Different levels of adrenaline tolernace seem to match different people - some of us are never happen until they sky dive off the west face of the Eiger. Others are more content to have simply hiked Half Dome the easy way and made it back down before dark. I've done alot of cool things and I'm a fairly outdoorsy person - I got sick last week and the amazing thing was that the illness seemed to kill off everything I wanted to do or even think about doing. I didn't even want to read. At first it was kind of bad, because the coughing was really hard - I'd wake in the middle of the night coughing so hard I couldn't get back to sleep. Then came a low grade fever, it was never a huge downtime but it was enough. It really took the wind out of my sails. And now suddenly I'm on the other side of this thing and I've lost 10 or 12 pounds (yes, the abovementioned illness also took away my appetite) and I s...

The lady of the castle hid her complexion behind wax makeup and took her guests in the parlor, hiding behind a screen Her face was scarred with the mark of her caste having the best of everything she never milked cattle The lowly milkmaid her skin pure and smooth was her envy How could her skin be so clean? How can the poor be more beautiful than the rich? But the salt of the earth had been hit with the worst that a milder strain of the pox had delivered To burn something from your life sometimes it helps to fight a weaker strain

The water is warm but I am shaking its hard to pull the towel around me I am cold but my forehead is burning I can't seem to control my core The virus is grafting into my dna and using me to create itself It will leave itself in me I close my eyes and dream of a red queen I ask if you are my mother? And she looks at me Sleep comes at last I wake feeling tired My throat hurts I am afraid to talk Afraid the coughing will start The pain My eyes feel wet now The hammering pulse of my heart rocks my forehead I was so hot And now Cold Sweat I have to remember to keep myself down It feels like an accomplishment just to sleep A Breakfast of hot tea and aspirin fit for a king Speak softly to me I hear every word every consonant every syllable the soft breath between the words becomes incubus