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The House has put forth several good health care reform packages, nearly all of which contain solid public options. The Senate Finance Committee today tried to reject two of them, however, they are not doing that great a job killing the reform package. With well over 74% of the American people supporting real reform, and a popular president now backing the measure - much of the discussion on Capitol Hill is not whether reform will pass, but how strong. The strength of the package is a critical issue. Think of healthcare reform in passage - in a watered down or 'triggered' form - as if it were antibiotics. If you administer too low a dose, what happens? The patient will act as a breeder reactor for stronger, more virulent forms of lobbyism and corruption - and you can guarantee that the process will morph to one in which what we have now, will become much worse. Weak healthcare reform is a toxin. It reiterates the theme that America is no longer a democracy, but rather - a...

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I got into a conversation today where an industry definition was tripping me up - being outside of field of the other person I was speaking with, so I thought I would add to some of the work I've done here - a definition of what life is, to help make sure we're all on the same page. Erwin Schroedinger: Life is any system with the ability to self-assemble against natures tendency towards disorder. Gerard Joyce , which is also that definition in use by NASA - states that life is a "self sustaining chemical system capable of darwinian evolution" Bernard Korzeniewski uses the cybernetic definition: Life is a network of feedback mechanisms. So the definition we will take will be any system capable of self-assembly against entropy, self-sustaining, and capable of darwinian evolution. Just for what its worth. Back to work with me.

I was there to find out why and maybe kill some time I remember a thoughtless rivulet across the parking lot and a small family sheltered under the veranda I turned to find a limb to drive it against something in the river and watch it float downstream cheap thrills , keeping my son under watchful eye just to see how fast it would all fly by the rain coming down on my head we used a classic cars catalog to stay dry 1970's mustang bleeding colors in the rain I found a small tree, and got it free and went to work But wasn't the edge of the water, just a bit further? I drove the pole into the debris and then I noticed the water was at my feet and the rivulet across the street had become a stream I raised my voice over the storm to my son and we jumped in the car and drove to higher ground just the water running under around the wheels of the car had begun to rise up to the bottom of our door a little grateful my wife wasn't there she who ...

When the ebbing tide retreats Along the rocky shoreline, It leaves a trail of tidal pools In a short-lived galaxy. Each microcosmic planet A complete society. A simple kind mirror To reflect upon our own. All the busy little creatures Chasing out their destinies. Living in the pools, They soon forget about the sea... Wheels within wheels in a spiral array, A pattern so grand and complex, Time after time we lose sight of the way, Our causes can't see their effects. A quantum leap forward In time and in space, The universe learned to expand. Myths and the magic, Triumphant and tragic, A mechanized world out of hand. Computerized clinic For superior cynics Who dance to a synthetic band. In their own image, Their world is fashion. No wonder they don't understand. Science, like nature Must also be tamed With a view toward its preservation. Given the same State of integrity, It will surely serve us well

Try to make ends meet You're a slave to money then you die I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet yeah, No change, I can change I can change, I can change But I'm here in my mold I am here in my mold But I'm a million different people from one day to the next I can't change my mold No, no, no, no, no Well I never pray But tonight I'm on my knees yeah I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now But the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me now 'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life Try to make ends meet

Brothers and Sisters, Today I heard the words of heresy spoken. Yeah and verily I declare there exists one of you out there in cyber-land that do NOT know the true meaning of "Praise Bob". Oh, mine eyes have been opened. Let us rescue the sinners and equip the saints. Do you need your cortex reformatted? The memory card pulled out, and put back in better than before? Do you need to go pick up some groceries today? Does your daughter like Cheese Ravioli? Have I ever dressed up as a Woman in Second Life? Do you ever surf the Internet while you are at work? If the answer to any of these questions is "Yes" then YOU may need a cerebral reformatting. Thats right folks. Take out the holy memory card. Don't thank me. Instead, this Sunday - I want you to donate! Put on some special clothing and click on my ads at the top of this blog! Give, give give till it hurts to other sources of enlightenment and free wednesday dinners such as churches, synagogues, sex clu...

Justice Sotomayor suggested the majority might have it all wrong -- and that instead the court should reconsider the 19th century rulings that first afforded corporations the same rights flesh-and-blood people have. Judges "created corporations as persons, gave birth to corporations as persons," she said. "There could be an argument made that that was the court's error to start with...[imbuing] a creature of state law with human characteristics." Found at Bitch Phd by way of Lawyers Guns and Money . Wise..

Well, the night I was born Lord I swear the moon turned a fire red Well my poor mother cried out lord, the gypsy was right! And I seen her fell down right dead (have mercy) Well, mountain lions found me there waitin' And set me on an eagle's wing He took me past to the outskirts of infinity, He gave me a venus witch's ring And he said fly on, fly on Because Im a voodoo chile, baby, voodoo child Well, I make love to you, And lord knows you'll feel no pain Say, I make love to you in your sleep, And lord knows you felt no pain cause I'm a million miles away And I'm right here in your picture frame Well my arrows are made of desire From far away as jupiter's sulphur mines I have a humming bird / hums so loud, You'd think you were losing your mind Well I float in liquid gardens Way Down in Arizona New Red Sand Well, I taste the honey from a flower named blue, Way down in California land And New York drowns as we hold h...

Got hair in a girl, that flows to her bones And a comb in her pocket, if the winds get blown Stripes on her eyes when she walks slow But her face falls down, when she go, go, go Black tear falling on my lazy queen Gotta tattooed tit say number 13 Viva, don't want no blue eyes La loma, I want brown eyes Rica, I'm in a state, I'm in a state I'm in a state, I'm in a state, I'm in a state Choir in the yard, in the house next door Where a grandma brought, some songs from the shore Six foot girl gonna, sweat when she dig Stand close to the fire, when they light the pig Standing in her chinos shirt pulled off clean Gotta tattooed tit say number 13 Viva, don't want no blue eyes La loma, I want brown eyes Rica, I'm in a state, I'm in a state I'm in a state, I'm in (a state)

If Jello is hooked up to an EEG, it registers movements virtually identical to the brain waves of a healthy adult. Excerpt from "Who Knew" by David Hoffman

Fiver awoke from his dream He saw the plow He heard the screams He warned the warren And we all left, the images like fleas crawling through our skin twitching our ears and swarming our dens Fiver dreams the future Fear consuming us - we leave at dawn and she was waiting for me, my one remembering, her fur lining the walls like love the kits new ears in the spring That was when the dog came from right up behind her Her eye opened wide , locking mine, fearscent flowing from her like wine He pulled her up in the air snapped her back and chewed her spine At that place She left me with two small children And the dog left behind her lower intestine I hate him He makes my hair stand on end I finally made our way to the new warren one less mother, I, a single father slowly healing, slowly resonating seeing new love once again, sweet scent and nervous ears and sweet green grass and a mind that cannot remember away from the bad dreams away from the dog the fox...

I bite into the world and you and somehow the two split apart I feel my way into your heart The whisper of a womans voice, the sting of her tongue Bring me where I need to be Cherry colored funk The world is something I want to fuck, and somehow you make it right I feel my way in the wet warmth and dark The touch of you the scent of love the shape of my heart I really want to love you I really want to love you My left eye is dominant, sighting down the line I sank a 20 foot putt I feel my way across the line and into the hole The swing the arc, the follow through, ball dropped onto the green like a dart Me against the architect There's no question that I love you But here I am... Hands shaking after the perfect line Sweat falling off my nose and hitting the blade Fuck is a four letter word So is Golf We play it against each other But we play against ourself We play for greed We play for fantasy We play to win We play the course Not the player I'm...

Satisfaction drips from the Indian River Cigarettas blast through Miami Harbor Her Ferrari rips down I 95 , fucked up gearplate shifter 10,000.00 clutch burning as she hits the highest gear Rings on her fingers Dust on her nose Welcome to the Boomtown Anywhere away from the ocean and its hot and humid and boring And the rain comes all the time, more than anywhere The ground is grey dust and seashells and bitter lime Yeah, nothing grows there nothing grows anywhere Flat as a fucking pancake Strip Malls and Tourist Traps Oversized dogs and Big Eared Rats There are the places in the dark corners, beat up boats and horny sailors sailing to sea on wood and nets and diesel , names like 1/2 fast and privacy No income tax No ebay account Sunburned, smelling vaguely of fish They make their way home to wife and kids The attorneys that help everyone to get their day in court done pull up in the red BMW , black leather and chrome professional liars playing important roles...

Michelson and Morley had an idea to see if swift blew the wind and crossed their beams (don't cross the beams!) into a half silvered mirror so that if was slower than the other we could see the beam arrive a little later They both arrived at the same time I was there to hear them when they did, watch their planes land and walk to baggage claim I didn't have anything to say to them They were here to disprove to declaim defile As is often the case A single inconvenient truth undoes the most beautiful theory But they were family And I was glad to see them just the same

There is very little that cannot be solved in life if one is simply willing to curl up into the foetal position at dawn and stare into oneself This morning I got up and shaved off alot of hair and then showered and climbed into bed again, worried, scared alone a sort of endless hell American Beauty starts off with the main character masturbating he says, This is the high point of my day. It doesn't get any better than this later on he just gets stoned And halfway through the film he thinks of a young girl almost his daughter naked, with rose petals falling around her , and he feels alive and then shot in the head for homoeroticism So back with another one of my block rockin' beats I face the darkness I am tired, alone, scared - I have too much to take care of by myself I will face heat going to work tomorrow after three days of flooding I drank a few beers yesterday night I didn't like them It makes it too simple to meet the darkness And just sleep t...

Protect Insurance Companies PSA from Will Ferrell

Terry and Jennifer, returning from a remote pacific island, find that the airline has damaged the identical, and ancient idols that each had purchased. An airline manager says he is happy to compensate them but is handicapped by being clueless about the value of these strange objects. Simply asking the travelers for the price is hopeless, he figures, for they will inflate the price to defraud the airline. So the Airline Manager decides to ask each of them to write down the price of the antique as any whole dollar amount between 2 and 100 without conference. Keeping Terry in a small box-like room, and Jenny a similiar closed, windowless room, apart from each other with no possible means of communication between them. When they are both in their respective rooms the Airline manager decides the following: If both Terry, and Jennifer write the same number - he will take that to be the true price of the strange object and he will pay that amount. If the two travellers write diffe...

1. Poetry is a projection across silence of cadences arranged to break that silence with definite intentions of echoes, syllables, wave lengths. 2. Poetry is an art practised with the terribly plastic material of human language. 3. Poetry is the report of a nuance between two moments, when people say, 'Listen!' and 'Did you see it? Did you hear it? What was it?'

One of the fun things I took from Penn and Teller's "How to Play in Traffic" was something you could do at the airport - I'm wondering if this still works*. You need glue, a small eraser sized circle of red foam , and a clown's nose. What you do, is head over to the gate and when they call you up to get seated and check your boarding pass - you turn around and wear the clown nose. They say. Excuse me, sir thats all fine and good but - can I see your ID? And you hand them the ID, and its your picture, only you've got a little clown nose there on it. Trust me, they'll love you for it. * - Footnote: Meaning "Gets you a Free Upgrade to First Class" , or "Doesn't Get You Arrested". One story I heard at the airport was that there was a person in Texas that was going through the gate, and DHS wanted to check him out. He was late for his flight, but cooperating. They asked him to open his wallet and take everything out, and he a...

As I race to the weekend and my meeting with a thoroughbred, I am a bit unsteady. I prefer the mutts of the world - the ones that don't have bloodlines. The mates that weren't run around in a pen and checked out by someone to make sure they were the best. The dogs that don't die of incest related disease. The cats who don't have heart problems or were bred to be void of hair or claws or allergen. That said, I'm also not happy with some things that I've done in life. Or my family. My mother bred dogs out of a dam that she knew was half breed, and sold them as thoroughbred. Then she did it again, from a smaller dog - when perhaps she didn't. I've sat on the research that I repeatedly refer to as my life's work - I'm afraid to publish it. I'm up to barely eight pages. But I know that if anyone were ever to wrong me, or my wife - whether or not she's my ex wife at this point doesn't really matter. My friend. Children. I would brin...

Total Persons on watch for Dark Asteroids : 11 Average Persons Employed at a McDonald's : 12 Last Asteroid Near-Miss: 240,000 Miles, 1998 Times Mass Extinction has occurred to Date: 6 Cometary fragments the size of a small house, strike our upper atmosphere on average once every sixty seconds, vaporizing to water.

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"Reject your sense of injury and the injury itself disappears. ". - Marcus Aurelius A recent study in biomedicine bears this to be a true statement. On a study fifty middle aged rural white men who had suffered traumatic spinal and brain injuries - they were asked to give the details of their physical strength, sexual performance, independence and successful career achievement. It was deduced that there was a negative effect on the recovery when there was an increased masculinity and/or relationship control over females - and also that these men less happy in their life. However, men who had concentrated on their career, success, power and competition - viz. manliness - showed markedly better recovery after hospitalization. Dr. Glenn Good concludes in the study - masculine tendencies to aid in recovery but argues to dissuade patients from exerting control over women. So, the moral of the story is. If you have a life to live, go live it as strong as you ca...

Drive away Just get on the interstate And slip through this closing gate Pulled into this cheap hotel I called just to wish you well You said don't let love break you down Well just show me how and let me never be broken Tomorrow a new point of view These white lights will bend to make blue Now this can all look new to you Are you still living there Walking the streets with your hollow stare You say there's loneliness everywhere So we have nothing to lose The music plays all day long And sorrow looks beautiful And lovers seem mystical Tomorrow a new point of view These bright lights will bend to make blue Now this can all look new to you

A winter's day In a deep and dark December I am alone Gazing from my window to the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow I am a rock I am an island I've built walls, A fortress deep and mighty, That none may penetrate. I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain. It's laughter and it's loving I disdain. I am a rock I am an island Don't talk of love I've heard the words before It's sleeping in my memory I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died If I never loved I never would have cried I am a rock I am an island I have my books And my poetry to protect me I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb I touch no one and no one touches me I am a rock I am an island And a rock feels no pain And an island never cries

Sex is a great way to lose weight. Seriously. The received wisdom is that this loss will clock in at or around 17 calories per half hour , over standard rest metabolism. However, they are not dealing in kink. Kink adds to the burn. We're not talking about whips and chains we're talking about an active, involved communications cycle nailed up between two people that includes the kind of things people do when they're actively pursuing each other. Lets talk numbers. A woman claimed that within three months of meeting her future husband, she dropped ten pounds without changing a single thing in her life apart from le rendezvous avec l'homme. Being a research expert, she back-calculated her weightloss and found a general per-tryst burn r of about 350 cal. This may be closer to the truth than the figure above, 17 calories. But for different reasons. The author does not talk about kink in her survey. Most people don't - kink is not mainstream - unless its po...

Although much has been written about this subject, in alternate forms - that is , through symbolism, or oblique reference - I felt it important that I weigh in on two of the most important aspects of this subject. I want to get a firm grip on this subject, and at the same time - maintain my usually perky and playful approach. Alright, I love them. And yes, I had a thing for Asian women a while ago - so I mean , I seriously love them. The beauty and attraction of a woman's breast is beyond compare. I don't necessarily spend alot of time on them, during play - but I do think they are alot of fun. I feel as if treating them kind of roughly, isn't such a bad idea. Why not hold them firmly and maybe bite them or just press your hand into them. A beautiful breast can be almost any size, the turn off for me is if they are actually too big , as in huge. They cannot almost be too small. However, its nice to have them feel good in your hand. This is a secret not many women know...

But be careful. The links have finally caught up with my content, and they're good links to follow. The way it works is - most of the so called cures and telomere lengtheners out there will and can cause cancer. You need to be careful. It might work, it might not - but the links (at least at the time I checked them) are good + its worth finding out whats going on - the cure will arrive within 30 years, maybe 50 - but we won't know the precise moment or day.

This is my cat, "Stitch". He drives a Teal Chevy Nova. He secretly calls it "The Chick Magnet". Stich got his car as a gift when he was first born. At first he was hard driving it. On the back, there is a bumper sticker that says "I (Heart) ESSENCE". We think he printed it off his inkjet printer, with one of those do it yourself kits. We had to make sure our insurance was paid up. Stitch works at Captain D's Seafood Restaurant Stitch takes 5 Fish Oil Capsules with every meal. Lately, we've been thinking Stitch has a girlfriend. But we're not sure.

911 was a goat fuck they hit civilians they killed themselves doing it they didn't get to heaven 911 was worthless they didn't stop America they screwed with us but they just didn't win And sure, people died so what they were in the wrong place at the wrong time New York, NY the insurance lobbyists call it an act of God Stopping to remember the fallen When the fight is on Is like speeding tickets at the indy 500 Ask a soldier how many people he's killed, during war He'll look at you And say, I don't know Its only afterward we make heroes out of men doing their job And right now you should know That Job is Not Done Let's take care of the Insurance problem Then get Bin Laden And then you can become A weepy diwajka

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Aging is a disease. If you don't believe it take a look at this guy. If you are to tell me that everyone has to get sick like this, forget it. This is a progressive, slow moving sickness whose greatest tool is inflammation. And as sure as cancer is caused by viral code in your DNA - and shutting it down by removing telomerase, the condition of this human being is and can only be described as, sick. And of necessity, recovery capable to 100 percent. Don't want to live forever? Fine. But if you stop and recognize viruses are the dominant form of life on this planet... the picture you have up there is of a human being feeding them with his face. Ok, so. Why. Shouldn't a virus want to keep its host alive? Seriously. The answer is - just for the fuck of it. A virus writes into our DNA and uses our DNA to replicate itself. Its random patterns often carry it into writing sequences that can copy themselves without end. This is referred to as cancer. And so, we evo...

I watched this speech with a live-in priest, a person going to seminary that lives in my home. She was cheering the moral argument. I think we are seriously in for a ride with this president, he is something else altogether. My take on what he's saying is that there are three main areas of reform. First, strengthen regulation so the bizarre things the healthcare providers have been doing, with existing coverage. Stop. Second, require everyone to carry it. That is a huge win and crosses the aisle. Its true. We should all be carrying some form of coverage. Third, we invest in making a public option available if the markets (which will be available by exchange) are not going to respond. This leaves the big lobbies shaking in their collective boots. So much of our country has fallen to corruption. What I saw in the president's speech was as much a declaration of the independence we need from that corruption - as it was an honest statement of position and balance on the prec...

Where the hell are you? Did you make me listen to that corny song because you wanted me to think of you? It worked. Did you know that a relationship can save a life? I bet you do. How many times since then, besides me, did you royally un-fuck up a person? Six? Even after we broke up and I moved away (sort of funny how those two go together huh?) I still had a thing for you. I waited for you in the library of my high school for a solid year - sure you were in another state. So what. I was still there. Zero chance you'd walk in, it didn't matter. I think there was a girl there that joined me each day. I think she had a thing for me. I can only remember vague aspects of her face. But I can remember you. I can remember the black lace garterbelt. I can remember yoga exercises. I can remember working out. I can remember starting your black sportscar and playing a game of hello kitty with the ignition. Your place has been taken by my wife, and I am pretty sure she hates m...

In school, passing notes was a kind of past time that involved thinking of a short message, writing it out in a covert fashion - often when you were supposed to be doing something else. Then somehow getting it to the person intended, where often the act of reading it was covert as well. It was fun. When we passed notes to class, we had goals for the messages - for example, a favorite of mine was to write a note that said "Hey, look at the footprints on the ceiling". And then watch how the message passed from person to person, by how they all tried to look at the ceiling. Cheap thrills. =) I've received text messages from people who have said they had a thing for me. And yeah, I'm married. One that my wife really liked alot (translation: she almost killed me where I stood) was a message I received from a person in Australia who said she loved me. Although I have things I keep from my wife (mostly related to software, and private data) I make a point out of no...

SMS is a one to one medium, or at least, given that it arrives directly to your phone - you have convinced yourself its really being sent to you. In fact, people who use advanced mobile devices can create lists that can mass-SMS from their list. In addition, using a web/mobile model, senders can also broadcast messages - we still feel as if its one to one, because the majority of message traffic - unlike, perhaps internet mail - arrives personalized. For example, there are account warnings, currently automated. Very little spam arrives by way of SMS due to a cost factor, sometimes as high as ten cents a message. However, applications like twitter - and the mass-messaging that occurs from semi-personal lists even as small as ten users - are not focussed on communication, but rather - broadcasting. Twitter functions as a kind of lens through which prospective marketers can profile their target market - we live in an era in which each person alive receives more marketing information ...

My daughter arrived at the conclusion that to jump on the trampoline at dawn would be a fun thing to do. Naturally, my son wanted to jump as well. I set them apart, to take turns and at six in the morning we set out the rules of dawn jumping nicely enough. Bleary eyed, I worked my way to the kitchen and fixed breakfast. There's a small chance that if I can get a solid half day of work in, today I will be able to head out to go swimming with my son. Otherwise the day dawned grey, cool and uneventful. The last day of summer. It was a good summer, all in all. The last few days were hard to let go. I have enough work for two months of work , and its all due in two days. But thanks to my new workstation, its going well. Countdown is at eight pages, now. With only five to go.

I dreamt that I had made it into the adytum of an evil corporation, and that it was run by a midget. I figured out how to make a deal with him and get him to stop being so evil - but as I was leaving the compound and heading towards the gate station I suddenly realized the midget was not the one running the corporation, and that he was actually a dummy. I came back and found the real person who was operating the dummy and made him clean up his act. I felt like a hero. In the dream, I dreamt I got a text message that said. "Stiff?" That night I had biked 30 miles with the last 8 or so, on a broken pedal (you have to jam your foot on the crank, push hard with the other foot and just keep the peddle going) .. can take something out of you. 30 Miles normally doesn't get me tired, but the 30 for that night was to a BMX park where I jumped my mountain bike and that was alot of fun. I blew out my pedal on the way back after I stopped at a golf course and hit balls off the ...

She has a painful bump in her arm, near her joint - it is about 2 cm x 1 cm oval, and it feels like a fibroid cyst. She has a blister on her hand, near her thumb. I treated it with antibiotic after it self-lanced somehow.

I had a sweet and salty grain bar, and I had a bowl of macaroni and cheese with some peanut butter. I used something like sea salt on it. Later on I made some popcorn and we had that in the evening, and my son's friend, who doesn't eat dairy but drinks maybe six glasses of water with dinner- ate some of it. In general, I will make popcorn and drink water with it these days. I've picked up a real affinity for water. And like my son's friend, I can taste it now. It tastes very good. I also had a burger, that I cooked on the grill the day before.

I made tamales, not really cooked them but prepared them along with noodles. We cut into this fresh-from-the-garden bell peppers, and fresh tomatoes, from the same west-facing garden. The children drank lemonade, I drank water. I served the kids first, then I ate last - finishing the last of the tamales + I had a few cloves of fresh garlic. As I write this I am looking the other way as a semi-wild cat of mine that returned tonight after being away a few days - is somewhere hunting for things that fell of the floor. Just before dinner, we had gone swimming. My daughter's friend found the courage to jump from the high dive, and my son discovered a 1966 pontiac GTO, 6.5 litre - beautifully restored - in the parking lot. The guy started it for us. It sounded good. After we went swimming we picked muscadine grapes by the side of the road. My daughter and her friend, my son and his - with me picking my son up and having him stand on my shoulders to get the highest ones. We climbed ...

I made breakfast burritos, chicken, carrots, potatos and lettuce with a little tomato and onion sauce.. a fresh fig for each of us, and sparkling apple cider. We picked the figs last night in the dark. The burrito is made by cutting the yolk of the egg, and spreading it thin across the bottom of the pan - then pressing the tortilla or japathy onto the egg, and then flipping the tortilla or japathy over and filling the burrito -in pan, then folding it so that the tortilla is lightly cooked. I used a tomato, onion sauce that is somewhat sweet.

In the darkness, near the shore - waves crashing towards the line between one world and another, two figures turn and dance. There is a dim light that illuminates the form. A man, and a woman. They exchange only a few words. What do you do? One is an author. The other , a chef. They return to their embrace. Soon after, the woman is giving birth. She will find the father of her child - the only clue - that he is in a certain city, and that his birthday falls upon a certain date. In her delivery is an expression of the power of life. Who is the father? She says that she doesn't know - but she will find him. And then she screams. As the film opens, we seem to be a party to suicide. The police do not explain the nature of the death. The man is depressed, and the woman is trying to help him - but she fears she is too late. Unable to deal with the loss, this woman - not the same woman who gave birth - but another - returns to the island. Her memory recounts a world of colors...

lets play in the desert straight lace rose corset that dress you know the one, the one in which we met the one I had around your ankles the second night we were together you change your name but thats okay its necessary what you leave behind you don't miss anyway lets play in the ocean the sea and sky an unending silver band that place you know the one, the one where sharks come to mate the one where I asked the question for which you already knew the answer what you thought was freedom was just greed and you're still holding on lets play together lock your legs around me or press your knees together and I lock my legs around you and sleep together in the desert and dream of rain wake up with the sun dream of life dream of shadows and ghosts and the 1970's and colors and shapes and sounds and getting the question right on the show and jumping up and down and screaming and having fun and lift our gaze to empty skies above and I want to close my ...

I love this kind of thing.

We learn from our Brothers in Arms their lives are not given in vain It is so simple to take a man give him a gun tell him to fight can virtue be learned? Is courage, intelligent endurance? or just another job It is so simple to go into battle give us our target take it out ftw games without frontiers Patriotism is the other woman So many different worlds So many different suns So many different girls Those kind of girls That go on the nose in their sexy clothes We kiss for luck before we board pretty and supple, thin and young you thought no one was looking yeah, we saw you using your tongue it's ok, man. it's all good we've been on the front too long we'll get furlough soon Only a man can give his life Only a man can go to war Yeah, Nobody's gonna die Nobody's gonna make you their whore But all is fair in love and war So for whatever gets written on the stone when you're gone To right the wrong Napoleon Said The...