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The first step is to get rid of facebook. Its blue pages and stiff edits have fallen far. Most teens that are into anything are into DeviantArt The next thing is to banish your fears and don't be afraid to punch them in the arm They're expecting it They'd do it to you Talking to a Teen involves high stakes They're on the front lines They're the ones that take the hit So be prepared to lay it down and keep it short Don't overexplain just help them out So that they'll come back After all The most you can hope for is one or two words that point them in the right direction They'll take their own They keep to their own. Mazeltov

The bottom of the barrel dark and sticky something within telling me all along it would all settle at last to the bottom of the lake Tell me of my fears and yours The ones that paralyze the terror close your eyes And tell me of the dark times Show me the statue that still stands of the blessed Virgin Tell me of the man or woman betrayed with a kiss Watch it all fall slowly sifting through dark waters at last to the silt bane of cave divers and treasure hunters everywhere And then the sky will burn down upon the lake and like so many others it will disappear And the gray stones will come pushed by the ice to compress to anthracite the layers of black and darkest gray Now. Be. In my heart. And follow me. As I travel through time Can you hear the sound of the ticking clock? Its hands unwind? We are in the long run. And pressure builds crashing down upon once golden pond screeching rock against rock And it all turns clear that you are ...

High speed gyro stabilizers are these wheels that spin at unreal RPM. If you've ever grabbed one, the axis has this huge tendency to resist being pulled off its centerline. Speed, energy and force are all related. Energy is , from a workingman's perspective - the potential for work. It's force times distance. Think of energy as the amount of work you need to do to make something happen. A rock on a hill has alot of potential energy, because it sits in a gravity field that wants to pull it into the center of our planet. You've added energy (distance) to that rock by pulling it away from the center of the earth. The higher the hill, the greater the distance. Once, I was up on a hill with some friends of mine - near Mount Ranier. Rocks started to cascade down off the side of the hill. Me and my friend ran from the rocks. The girls just stood there. My wife remembers this as the moment I abandoned her. I remember it as the moment I got out of the way of a very big ro...

It was two in the morning and she was walking or trying But we ending up running. We were not far from the Thirsty Scholar it felt good to hold her in my arms We held tight laughed maybe cried She was so beautiful and tall And too soon. The Lady in the Dark said goodbye at Dawn So he left, tired. And had trouble operating the door With a promise he would return driving off he didn't even notice the hours Secretly disappointed he figured out the latch

The film "Absentia" is based on the premise that matter itself can be traversed. We stand on the ground, and do not fall through - because each atom of the molecules that make up our foot - are excluded in orbit from filling the outer shell and either passing through or bonding with the atoms of the earth upon which we stand. We might be largely water, and organics. With just enough inorganics to guarantee things like blood salt and iron defeciencies that if cleared up make you look like superman on your mile split. Take away life giving water, and it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust. How is it that we simply don't fall through? Wolfgang Pauli discovered that the substances follow very specific rules regarding how atoms fill out their electron shell. If you think of a Hydrogen atom, its outer shell fills fairly simply. One electron in the outer shell. The shape of the orbit is roughly spherical. It wants one more, but once it gets that, its geometry is complete...

I worked hard today Played basketball painted a room vintage yellow My fingers were covered with spackle I swept the drive and worked outside and felt the sun on my face I suppose it is kind of like taking a walk Except I raked leaves and carried boxes And then locked myself into a room and painted it until dark I took the kids to get Sushi I was tired and happy And when everything was quiet I went Outside* I looked up to the moon And nature whispered to me that somewhere in that same light I will find you Did you know that all light from the moon is polarized? It's true. And there, I was. And there are you. We are in some ways, you and I the enemy of fear and credulity It is my faith that gives me something worth sleeping in on a Sunday After writing a poem to a woman I have loved my entire life and I will love when I am gone But fortunately I love now A woman very much alive And I am willing to fight This is your brain o...

Shabbat is a time when no work must be done It is a sacred time of rest That falls upon a Saturday He never really knew why dialing the phone was considered work by some but he was pretty sure it wasn't. This, of course, by his Rebbi And so in the amber light as the sun set He calls her number and gets her voicemail then hangs up before the answering machine picks up He speed dials her again from his droid the sound of the tones ricochet in his head and then, connection And her voice answers again a shibboleth then she says leave a message And so he hangs up. There is a moment of silence. Amber light has faded from the sky. Night has fallen. He speed dials her number. Listens to the message. Then hangs up. Outside his home faintly against the darkening sky the sound of her voice on the phone It is her voice. He is alone. He hangs up before the tone. Dials again. And hangs up. Then. The voice quits. Just at the last word. Eno...

Even though it's hard to guess Almost every move I've ever made has a logical explanation With the sole exception of loving you at all costs and always This is not to say that almost every move I've ever made was dead solid perfect Simply that there are reasons for why I'm either right or wrong When we were young Reward drove us on not part of our writing or our worldview we didn't have one But now we know that everything we do or say has consequences how we raise children how we love how we live our lives All of these things add up for lack of a better word they are karma and also, because you read this you know that there is good and bad karma and paranoia and there are scars that never healed right and wounds that are desperately trying but because we're grown up sometimes, just for spite we don't let them maybe it's because we are compromised or stop growing it doesn't really matter why what ma...

It's strange knowing that you read this You were so much a part of me and still are and now I have to make a transition from you within to who you really are I don't remember every atom or molecule I'm certain a few electrons may have escaped So I am trying but I wanted you to know I remember your face even with my eyes closed And I am happy at last that the dream came After exhaustion and fatigue released my brain from its daily work keeping me alive and pointing me to where I need to go I'm no different than anyone else I am guided by the truth of love and the love of truth I would never be a man who would cheat I will find my way to be By your side always Honestly But I have to tell you Knowing that you read this I finally had the dream No, not the one where my best friend dresses up as a woman The other one The one where I say This here's the TV two hours a day so you don't miss appreciation of the finer t...

Morning light shines through A heart shaped hole in a blind against the cold Figures in airborne dust settle like a cat upon a dog eared copy of Sandburg the book not dybbuk There are pros and cons For example, a smaller yard and four thousand foot cliff domestic bliss It will do nicely I suppose As a laboratory

Heavy with her scent the breath of life still upon my lips I walked into the coffee shop the wireless was free No password No need There are alot of things we can pick and choose from to solve the world's problem We might be able to stitch together building blocks and fight creepers crafty, mine Or drink the juice of a cold orange and find something that rhymes long Boston has an atmosphere that shimmers with quiet songs and half finished thoughts that somehow add up like clouds and rain and a thin layer of ions from which The skeleton of a carrier pigeon falls to earth And attached to his leg is a simple message that up until now No one else has ever read

What if there were a game you could play online, maybe as an MMO and also as a droid app? What if the point of the game were to locate places, a bit like geocaching - but quest realtime with other people that are looking not just for a cache but a clue? What if the game were designed in such a way that it was socially aware - that you weren't just solo'ing the entire thing but you could work with opposing factions, build different solutions to the same problem and end up winning with real consequence? What if the game were educational, and drew you not into a world on an LCD screen .. but out into the real world? What if you could play it . Now?

It's just an odor at first maybe a hangnail a few stray hairs it starts when you're little A demarchist cold town where everyone feels nothing anymore your eyes see so many colors when you've shaken off the mortal coil Replace your organs tear off your skin Preserve yourself Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Formaldehyde It's the latest trend The only problem of course is when some take the pill they turn so cold they never wake And the odor builds until you can make no mistake The cockroach jumps out of their mouth and into a spaceship And flies away

I am torn apart and I fall back again overthrown By the lords of lightning one red one blue Throwing themselves against my shell They call me home and tear me away again through basic training I find locked step Michelson and Morley one of many not alive and not dead to the target glowing red from a sharks head coherent through the shimmering depth towards a common target Not a faisal not yet a farouk not a particle no tasty wave tempered light's glaive

Under water grottos, caverns Filled with apes That eat figs. Stepping on the figs That the apes Eat, they crunch. The apes howl, bare Their fangs, dance, Tumble in the Rushing water, Musty, wet pelts Glistening in the blue - Barack Obama, (Age 19) 1981

Here On the Eve of Halloween My greatest Fear is that I am not in love with an angel nor that she has guided me my entire life with gentle grace and beauty and that I have given my heart to someone who does not love me As darkness approaches and monsters come knocking upon my door I will hand out baked cookies and gum and chocolate But in my soul that has been bound to her I wait A crown upon my head a chair my arms held fast to a throne that resembles a broken chair White linen cloth A single light bulb overhead Does She touch up in the mirror And then close the door Leave me lying here Your favorite darkness - and then a knock upon the door like the tell tale heart And I hand candy to a Christian Zombie Vampire and a half decayed avatar of a professional Golfer A faerie and one kid that looks vaguely like Mitt Romney

God's Secret Was Always That He Had A Wife They had A Way About Them That Really Worked They Were The Only Two People The first In The Universe SoIt WorkedOutfine andThelordSaidLetthereBeLight and so she smiled and there was light I Think A Woman is always justabitcurious to know if you really believe she is the only woman in the world But always happy to find that she really is Pleasedon'tgetangrywithmethatIhavefallen becauseIhavefallenforawoman andthereareworseplacestobe thaninherarms (it makes the pain go away) (and the nights warm) (which, if your job) (is to create the world) (might be morefunthannetflix ) you see So much depends upon initial conditions Ihavelovedandlostorareyou gone you beautifulcreativewoman ImissyoumoreThanlife Iwantyouwithmealways justlikethesillysong [so much of a wedding is unique] [the invitation is written on special paper] [with special ink] Lots of special food and the ceremony really means someth...

voice hunt-group 102 parallel final 37012 list 44202,44212,44222 timeout 252 pilot 37952 ephone-Hope longest idle Faith Charity When we set aside which is greater hope becomes the last to be saved first to go last to know Hope is a house of cards that folded when mankind was born Blown to the wind and destroyed the million reasons why you and I Should not exist In my mind I am in a shed in the backyard A blue light glows through the branches of 200 year old trees that rain acorns down upon its metal roof whispering in the rafters full of mouse shit and spiderwebs That tonight You and I spoke or was it SMS or a post. Who cares. You pulled a piece of my soul out and left a warm place for a cactus to grow. I learn not to read the things that should not be rote Tonight it will be very cold and there is no heater in the shed in the backyard floating upon a selfless void that burns cold in black flame Like the twisted white hot met...

I heard today that you scored one hundred on a poem you wrote on a blog for school I heard today that you wrote it on childhood not saying anything another word so. cool. For some strange reason I am not curious I feel like whatever you've written is good I guess it doesn't matter A father eventually gets replaced Then again So does a mother And the arguments you have with her mark a time and place where you're glad not to say What you've written or who you are I heard today you wanted to become a pediatrician where before you wanted to be a mathematician You gave exact statistics on how much they make but when I asked you if you liked biology you shook your head I didn't ask if you could ever visualize Losing a patient so small I heard today you didn't want to go to church with us but you did anyway And we played trunk or treat somehow it all worked out We grabbed the feet of a little week old child and those...

Be tender. Remind her what love is.

I feel an inability to feel Seeing you again brought something within something I'd forgotten curled up dead and left for rotten I am water and trace chemicals But each and every atom every element of yesterday's triumph every trace of winning and losing and delusion and dust now lights up for you in the darkness And when you hang up the phone I am alone I have no mouth and I must scream You and I and all of us are citizen of two nations our own and France Resurrection to higher beings is an inconvenience they gain eternal life sometimes bear vice that they no longer remember how to reproduce Once upon a Universe And so they play a game using the bible as source code they play an avatar searching hunting dreamlike And there you are ghostlike Floating next to you The torn off head of a barbie doll that detonates into flame and burns We travel on Set the controls For the heart of the sun Virgin Mary in stained glas...

My bed is like a little boat; Nurse helps me in when I embark; She girds me in my sailor's coat And starts me in the dark. At night I go on board and say Good-night to all my friends on shore I shut my eyes and sail away And see and hear no more. And sometimes things to bed I take, As prudent sailors have to do Perhaps a slice of wedding-cake, Perhaps a toy or two. All night across the dark we steer; But when the day returns at last Safe in my room beside the pier, I find my vessel fast.

At shore you count the waves seven fold they rush to shore carrying board rider salt air This is my border and this is my coast and the wind comes from Mauritus It spins up dark in the center and no one ever knows It is like life unfolding And it drives me on The storm and the ocean The sea and the coast The wind upon the wave Blowing smooth against the face leaving behind a trace of the sweet smell of salt air In the church of the beautiful girl We watch as waves build one by one sets upon the horizon The dark storm approaches and brings with it the promise of adventure And soft rain against your skin Pure water in shining drops on your lips A lifetime spins within the moment we kiss And at night I can hear waves against the shore we are riders on the storm

Characters glow and fall cathode ray kanji hiragana katagana They spiral and dance across a field of black each symbol every number laden with meaning statistic fact They are tracking everything showing me a new form of reality an aether that envelops me and when I feel its silence I recoil I can find a mountain or a lake by an Ocean Where Feng Shui cuts knifelike through high tension hobbit holes built inside hive mind that turns the fourth amendment of our constitution into a bright neon sign saying rest and grow hair upon your feet relax smoke a pipe and blow rings within ring of smoke the quiet pasttime of middle earth where dawns the second age faraway the eye of itunes blazes atop mordor ever searching for my precious

Why don't the sequence indices count the terms? We are all , in the end Food for worms So let's begin one and one and two and three and five Can you stand up? We are alive You and I Two rabbits on a bright blue ball at the edge of nowhere It's a life inside a shopping mall a nightmare in shades of blue and gray Where we fall by exhaustion Perhaps so hard our core will stop and the the northern lights will go out except for a fleeting glimpse The dark water will flow into my lungs at the center of the ocean my hands going numb icy cold You and I float into the Marianas Trench Frozen Like liquid nitrogen We play bridge with Cthulhu And one day the prophecy will come true a distant ship's smoke on the horizon will shatter us into diamonds And the film of our lives will careen off the edge of a california road and explode

I am fat and diseased the ravages of age have brought me to my knees When I pass you will have my password Put a smart code on my grave and buy an eternal domain Store a few images of me when I looked like a man When at last I rest you will have my smart code Gather the pictures while you may gather the songs and keep them gather the mp3's for years and years and then one by one open up your iphone and let them go Loosen your tether and let them go

Life is ridiculous far too short fraught with pain It follows a glowing arc across the sky We find someone we can love someone who gives us hope but inevitably they destroy anything we hold sacred Still we pray Still we hold close The fragments of their smile their happiness as proof we can be light in dark You me, and the viral that is killed by sleep just one more hour No matter how ridiculous Homework is always worse and if you do it There will be for you and me Days of gold So I keep a sense of humor It's something that fights illusion And even still with all the years I think of you And so it goes.

I've been going to a Mormon church for nearly a year now. I've thought carefully about religion for quite some time. I thought it might be fun to write here, what I believe. I'm hoping I can write this in a way that invites dialogue and welcomes the skeptic. We'll start with the basics. I believe in a universal creator, in some revelation of his will. I also believe in the immortality of the soul. This is the underpinning of everything else. And it's something that helps me to write out the rest of the details. We start with God. That said, God is something that needs to be talked about very, very carefully. To have some invisible person to blame everything on - is dangerous to hearts and minds. Many who will loudly proclaim they are Godly - are the first to try to pin this universal creator into the form of a demigod that handles things like parking spaces, and court judgements. My early faith was strongly influenced by a rabbi who taught me not to pray ...

So many different things can be left undone by the body the soul the heart the mind So many things can be sent into the world unformed the glazed obsequious leer the half finished beer a face kept in a jar by the door the nettles that sting the claws the catch glowing red eyes a partisan debate What of us, Julia? Our essence? Our love? Passive aggression? Hate? Julia Have you seen my new tattoo? It's Rotation independent Easily readable by smartphone upside or down I pray the king can see this, without his glasses on. Julia Tell me of your father Who once lived on Earth Julia Tell me of the chicken Tell me of the egg Which comes first She says. The egg. It was implanted in the cold center of cometfall burning the sky It fell to the ground and survived in the center of the fire Glowing So we warm our hands Like Frederic the Mouse Leo Lionni and then I get the bright idea That comes from my partly failed career in the boy ...

If I am the Answer What is the question? Where are the wild things? Are they free from sin? Is God a gentleman? Does he live without, or within? Or a galaxy? If I am the Answer What was the question? Did it have the prosody and rhythm of voices singing with freedom as if pouring into the universe all the consciousness of being? If I am the Answer What is going to be the question? Will the galaxies dance in time to the newfound pattern of rhyme that unfolds in lolspeak and the super sad love story of a playschool messiah on sixth grade construction paper bent and folded into nothingness and swallowed at just the moment the spy is caught and forced to hand over the document But instead bites the poison pill and disappears by force of will And takes with him the unborn Of the sixth or seventh generation like a red light on a telephone Maybe the question was Do you have any feelings? At all? Or are you just Happy to turn on the television ...

I am not the same a part of me is gone A right has turned wrong Pain tells me where it hurts but feeling nothing is the domain of scars that will never heal There is something that breaks within me Something not made of skin and bone Something that can be broken Something that isn't gone it dies screaming torn apart From nothing Ex nihilo nihil fit We sunbathe in the light of a black sky The sky glows everything crashing inward tracing across the upper atmosphere We cry in the rain We drown our fear Something breaks I can feel Love Or Hate You are My girlfriend in a coma My one The virgin mary Sees you like I see Like a rosary each bead a wrecking ball I lay down by your side we share a beach blanket under a black hole sun I look into your dead eyes and feel my own life fade Life that exists through death and death that exists in life building up inside for I don't know how long cloud based I don't know why but I...

I think , at last, I should speak directly to you because somehow everything I am is in your hand And I think, at last, that you should know that I half expect the world to be cold to leave me black and blue Some are born to win Some are born to lose But all, in my view should know the happiness of a well married man I know I have told you stories of sadness And abuse All of this happened, more or less But I want you to know that even though we are apart we are together And I love you Go. Do something wonderful. Read Tagore. Run six miles. Paint a portrait. Live a life with morals A life observed Become who you are The blessed virgin offers her protection And so does Pedro. You know.. It took me like three hours to finish the shading in this poem It's probably the best I've ever done. Sweet happy valentine. My funny Valentine.

Her hands do not shake Her eyes are set calm But the dark hides monsters that jump out and get her Orange hair Red Eyes A bullet with her name Her boyfriend Threw her upon the ground pressed his body upon Eyes closed Even open She held him in the dark Her eyes set calm She will see the summer's day She will remember the fallen She will hold her firstborn and name him Jon

He held her picture in his hand Died in the battleground Song of Solomon His eyes looked skyward by night glazed and bright Life is so much dying so many different ways He remembers her taste His breath leaves him at last Then silence His last moment And she is there She was there She will always be there And now He is gone When she gets the message in her doorway it comes by soldier And she hits the ground with both knees her body collapses into a circle to Zion the world spins beneath The soldier touches her cheek Then leaves Her eyes look skyward tears like diamonds And after the sadness passes she hates him Leaving her here alone Two children And a home A Salem coven building within the seven gables of a private hell And just like that her hear turns to stone No more feeling No more love No cellphone No long road The simple chord of a song unfolds to cover the world In shades of black from which no wingbeat can be...

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And now I wait for the judges to return I know part of my entry will be flawed but happy that I entered and happy that it was good enough to have won I hope the judges wonder how much more I can become and that I do not become entangled in the reasons I lost But instead I wonder how to win every mistake becomes an opportunity every problem pairs a solution no matter how hard to find it's not the kill it's the thrill of the chase It makes you remember No man is an island unto himself every man a part of the continent a piece of the whole Therefore no contest entry diminishes me I do not ask for whom the bell tolls The bell tolls for Michael Jordan

Write the manuscript and then throw away the first page It's going to be okay Keep everything together and let a little light of creation Flow through a break In the forest for the trees

The dumbf-cks gave me their registration info Now I have 50,000 registrations Ha Ha Ha Ha

Bob the Ferret is like an old jewish guy the telltale white face and affect He leans back licks your hand and plays in a box of rice I love how people take care of animals It shows we have the capacity to love even if we will never trade it for control And it's funny , you know how animal rescue can give you a parrot Who occasionally yells out "You Bastard" I can only hope that if I ever had one He would sing a song Drink to me Drink to my health You know that I can't drink anymore For what is certain but death and what is life without it these little animals live and die in the blink of an eye we play their master they play our pet It's fun to believe that life goes on Forever And I just met a woman from Craigslist in a hotel room Who introduced me to a Ferret named Bob as I touched him I faintly, purposefully touched her arm then petted his head She wore a faded yellow T shirt that said Peace. Love. ...

No static at all escape from Big Brother the book of face at least Google learns from its mistakes sometimes you let the first search go sometimes sift through the page Not to replace thought Not to replace faith Not to touch the earth Let's run It's fun to search for something It's fun to try something new And now that I've find you It's a plus It's not something I have to do I feel warm, comfortable Alone In a circle I didn't make on my own I write and read and share I stretch my arms and feel the rain I see your face a silhouette in eclipse Where the red sun sets on a railroad town There is you and I through the glass, darkly My face isn't looking any younger I touch the place where you were Where the wind blew through your hair And checked my phone then returned to carbon monoxide choking me into the dark again And dreamt of an app design useful and lyric something you would use I desi...

It's the unutterable beauty of the California skyline the lights of LA county like Diamonds in the night Miss Teresa drives a 944 her catsuit tight to her pores she has stars on her shoulder cool marble floors I of course wear a hideous mask a dog with strange dark teeth I read paperback novels and work until I fall asleep And then there is you when I close my eyes in the space between the dying light and morning wood lost and bright eyed moving through space and time Do not ask What place is this? Where are we? The time will come when we ask the conductor And the grass will cover all I was once advised the best place to cry Is in the desert so this is where I lid my eyes and the horizon blurs and the drops fall to burn this is where I am the slight return I love you I have always loved you Voodo Child The two people walking hand in hand To die They could be us They could be your island But One day you will tell me of Kuwai...

Your daughter works on a mmusic video for seven months, and you find that the lyrics start off with "sticks and stones may break my bones but whips and chains excite me". les gentille petite filles vont au paradis - les autres, la ou elles veulent :)

I suppose, I should relate why reform has been such an important topic for me here. It's really about someone I care about. I have an employee that desperately needs healthcare but has been screwed over by the insurance companies for years. And years, and years. I write the check for the premiums, and I've not been able to justify paying it. So it hits me on two counts. First, that I'm too cheap to pay this kind of premium, which bothers me. Second, she's not getting the care she needs. It's clear that the insurance companies are treating me from an actuarial perspective. I can appreciate that. However pre existing conditions are simple statistical entities. Probabilities. Unlike the trend, she's borne her medical condition well and she's a good employee. She works hard, and she's very healthy. A congenital problem caused her to have an issue , a blood vessel rupture in her brain. The insurance companies simply used her as a number and not as a pers...

Those who would live by the crystal ball must always remember that they should be happy to be fed a diet of broken glass. The Supreme Court, tomorrow, will rule on healthcare reform. They will in all likelihood strike down the Individual Mandate. What we don't know is what else they'll hit. But the broader question still stands. Who are we, as a society? Do we cheer, like the citizens of Panem, over someone dying in the hospital or dead, because they have no coverage? Are we, as the only first world nation - who pays nearly three to six times more per person, and ranking 40th in the world, in terms of healthcare - someone who wants to defeat reform ? A country that is the only first world country who has no such reforms? Get sick in France. You get paid vacation. Get sick in Germany. You get affordable healthcare. Get sick in England, and the doctor is paid to get you well. The better you are in health, the bigger his bonus. Get sick in America...if you do get care at...

Human Beings Are Not Corporations Corporations Cannot Be Made Into Friends Like is the Opposite of Dislike Dislike is the Opposite of Like Form Follows Function Avoid Overexposure to the Sun Never Mention Being on a Diet Remember that all News is Biased Give to Charity as Much as You Can This includes old Clothes and Toys and Things You Don't Use Have Your Children Pay for All of their Auto Insurance Read the Bill of Rights Take A Brisk Walk for 30 Minutes Each Day Write a Living Will Introduce Yourself to the Bank Manager. It's important that he or she gets to know you personally. Rekindle Old Friendships Keep your Pets Clean Fight Entropy Stop a while and visit with me and leave flowers When you can

From the sea hair tight salt upon skin she rose a perfect ten To catch a frisbee that was thrown just over the head of a dog that leapt in the air fangs and fur falling into the dirt unhurt we wait the return and the earth turns slowly so here's a secret just in case you didn't know If you've ever watched men watching a ball game you may observe that men can be like dogs attracted by objects in motion So now Here I stand alone on a beach waiting for the throw from a ten out of a score of a possible nine till my wet fur froze and human voices wake us from all we see or seem happy simply to be and to be here wouldn't that be something?

You... You believed ... You believed in movements none could see. You believed in me A passionate spirit Uncompromised Boundless and open A light in your eyes Then immobilized. Broken Fell at the hands of those movements that I wouldn't see Yet it was you who prayed for me. What have I done To be a son to an angel? What have I done To be worthy? Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescent Difficult to see in this light Please forgive this selfish question, but What am I to say to all these ghouls tonight? She never told a lie, ... well might have told a lie, But never lived one. Didn't have a life, But surely saved one. See? I'm alright Now it's time to let you go.

I suppose I am not really writing to one person but ten or maybe thirty Each new mood is a new being rising up to the surface Each passing sigh Each moment a point of war The top seven fight just beneath the skin Scary monsters within defeated phagocytic beasts dissolved on the leukocytic tongue like homemade ice cream with peaches and a third of a can of frozen lemonade their chemical bond torn and converted into comfort food gnu's not unix

You don't need to feel like you're sixteen you just need to remember freedom from disease Protect your sense of wonder and fight against the onset of the slow and imperceptible downward spiral multitouch IwatchedprometheusthisweekendanditwasawesomeIlovedeverythingaboutthefilmespeciallytheprometheansandthefinalscenewhichinvolvedclassicalmusicandtheslowunfoldingofalifeformthatwasabioweaponitmademewonderthenperhapsbelieveweareallbioweaponsonanisolatedplanetsafefromthegalacticcorebitsandpiecesofinformationstoredinourdnalikeclarabowandmixingjustalittlefrozenlemonadeinpeachicecreamforthetastedon'taskmehowthisremindsmeofyou Until we sleep

Editing yourself is scary it's a bit like reading everything in those big letters dripping Like a title sequence from Science Fiction Creature Feature When I think of scary I think sometimes of staying up late when I was young in Florida I think of the movies that seemed always to take place in a desert or somewhere near the beach where everyone was just a bit too nice and everything was just a bit too clean and the creatures would come and destroy everything Somehow it always surprised me Gripping my pillow tight My TV was a Beige Yellow RCA A window into the black lagoon Your TV glowed bright blue and I held you in love Somehow everything seemed right You and I Transforming ourselves in that blue light From what we were to who we now are I would be glad of another I would do it again A man's reach must exceed his grasp Else what's a heaven for?

We create because we exist because we are we are because we will be we will be because we are I am that I am Yahweh Gives forth command onward to find joy and peace But joy remains a puzzle piece elusive, imperfect. we point fingers and try to find names that fall away one by one into lukewarm water and bits and pieces of stuff we don't know how to spell but we will eat the rest of it is medicine and the only way to find out which works is to simply take it Which one? the blue pill or the red pill If you take the blue pill, you will wake up you will get out of bed you will believe whatever you want to believe But if you take the red pill you stay in wonderland and see how deep the rabbit hole goes inspiration is an experiment there are no caffeinated fingers flying across a keyboard there is no paintbrush Ceci n'est pas une pipe no tragedy of images just this metal cage and you let's just see how many times you will pre...

A pride of lions stands happily in Africa The patriarch having mastered politics of survival His roar shakes the very earth He sends his lioness to hunt She will return With prey The pride will eat Cubs will play What is left of thomson's gazelle returns to the earth Lions cannot purr but they can nip their cub playfully on the ear They wash their golden fur with long pink tongues and on such a day will often recline And of course My good fellow upon occasion enjoy the occasional snifter Eyebrows, perhaps raised

In the night, the stormy night we close our eyes We're good at breaking hearts and telling lies Here is how we survive We break our heart Dashing it against the mending wall leaving the edifice of lies in pieces And after the age of thirty we learn that isolation has a cost and cancer is a verb And our love becomes a forge in which the sinew of the heart glows with the light of a dying star Angiogenesis minotaur at the center of algernon Where we fight on function and form We break our heart against a wall we build between each other Out of razor blades and dust bunnies in the dark waiting below our desk to pounce upon our chest at night the ice weasels come but that's ok. you don't need to be alive as long as you are still warm one goes east one goes west both from the same winds blown tis the setting of the sails and not the gales that guide men's way to home blown on the steel breeze

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I am not sure if you can really see the pain is hard to perceive Think of the thing that makes your knee restless Feel how good it feels to keep tapping your foot beneath your desk Multiply that by seven hundred and twelve then add potato peelers for your eyelids Slide down a frozen razor blade into iodine then slide underneath a gas truck and taste your own blood but don't forget the piranha attached to the softest part of you cutting silver dollar holes in your skin add the candiru swimming into you pulled out by bone Almost home Let the blades compact and slice your bones and skin until pink , rubbery and white the flesh turns to sausage And then you'll be ready for the one that goes through your spine dead solid perfect hammered slowly into your neck Now close your eyes and dream of a storm that tears into your grandfather's home Think of an earthquake and its tender mercy To Live and Die in LA

From a Forum I read this morning: A little something I’ve learned about emotions in general. It is counterproductive to make them someone else’s fault and then react accordingly. Nobody makes you feel jealous but you, it’s nobody’s fault that you are angry. These are emotions that you have decided need to be surfaced and aired. Does that mean you can help what you are feeling? Absolutely not. No one can. It means that you can control your reactions to it. You can think deeper about where the emotion is coming from and you can do something to either make it grow into a monster or shrink into a minor little thing that if discussed (or fought about, it happens), will recede into nothing. There is also a sneaky little aspect to this that tends to be more trouble than owning your own emotions. It’s the fact that you are not responsible for your partner’s feelings. Yup, I said it. If both parties are committed to making the relationship work, and nothing is done to intentionally hurt the o...