Colorless Green Ideas

My arm was pinned happily into position I was out like a light But making it back alive I seem to remember Three things The earth was a burning hellscape turtles stacked all the way down The blessed mother had made a place for dying and everyone called it home Gravity made your breasts float upward and you drifted into my hands each perfect That was the happy part Oh, and there was a number if anyone wants to write it down It was bigger than any other just giant straining to the sky So we decided to give it a name and you called it Google And then the police broke in and gave me a cup of coffee and we all sat up and talked about baseball and the green monster and 1996 and how Tom Glavine and Greg Maddux conducted their business in the style of actuaries studious collectors of numbers and patterns and opportunities who arrive with a plan and ride it through to the end

In dark water I rise following the smallest silver bubble Liquid nitrogen in my blood at the edge of boil Embolism averted I hear the sound of native america At sunrise I slowly pull myself forward against the wall of sleep My breath paced to a ragged gray dawn I hear the sound of native american drums In my eyes reflect the words I love you The fragments of love and self made obsolete by age and time break away I hear the sound of native american war call New skin Pink flawed re indexing to your scent and color and pattern I see the color of the leaves on the trees I feel the wind and your words glow seeing them like staring into the sun To pull myself up from a long slow dream into your arms Against the cold of space I fall into myself I hear the sound of native american dancing And spread outward two wings that have long since forgotten how to fly The air is cold but the sun is warm It is a good day to be alive

With congressional approval rating at all of 9 percent, the White House - after two years of attempting to work with Congress, is now issuing signing statements. A signing statement is a way around the legislature - essentially turning the office of the presidency into a dictatorial power. The chief executive has the right to append to any legislation, a statement in which he outlines how he expects certain aspects of any signed law - to be executed. These signing statements were a hallmark of the Bush presidency. They are, in effect, a series of semi-official laws that can be written from the white house. For two years, Obama did not issue a single signing statement. And today, each signing statement that is now issued, comes with a public press conference in which the President states why he is issuing a statement, and once again pushing congress to act. Clearly , the president is seeking to attain Constitutional balance. It is not clear how the elections of 2012 will turn...

I once knew a lady that lived in the hills Sold handmade jewels and little white pills Hey, hey any kinda work today. I once knew a man who lived on a boat Long line fishin’ with a hangman’s rope Hey hey any kinda work today. Well I got a ma who works in a jail She gives them shots through a hole in their cell Hey hey any kinda work today. I got a pa who rhymed his rhymes Now he sits down a long long time Hey hey any kinda work today. My brother lives in a big loud city Gets his hair cut DC pretty Hey hey any kinda work today. My bum friend says have a nice day He’ll smoke his dope in your alleyway Hey hey any kinda work today. Any kinda work, any kinda work Any kinda work today.

Is it getting better do you feel the same? Will it make it easier on you now you got someone to blame? You say one love one life - when it's one need in the night One love we get to share it Leaves you baby if you don't care for it Did I disappoint you Leave a bad taste in your mouth? You act like you never had love and you want me to go without Well, it's too late tonight to drag the past out into the light We're one, but we're not the same We get to carry each other, carry each other one Have you come here for forgiveness, Have you come to raise the dead? Have you come here to play Jesus to the lepers in your head? Did I ask too much? More than a lot? You gave me nothing -now it's all I got We're one but we're not the same We hurt each other Then we do it again You say love is a temple Love a higher law Love is a temple (Love the higher law) You ask me to enter, but then you make me crawl And I can't b...

I wanted to share with you a general observation about why I'm here. Alot of blogs are dedicated to things like pictures of your kids, or saving the world from the evils of one certain political ideal or another. This blog is dedicated to kinky sex. Wait, what does healthcare reform have to do with kinky sex? What about all those dumb record lyrics posts ? How are you supposed to make me believe that you're writing about kinky sex, when you're posting something about cats - or doing a movie review of "Tokyo Zombie" ? Good question. First, I want to make it clear - and I have written here as well , that I believe kinky sex is probably going to have something to do with the origin of the entire universe. Now, that doesn't mean that kinky sex is some sort of Michelson-Morley Aether that pervades the universe. I've watched enough "Nature Channel" to know that there are some creatures out there that just don't get it. Take anemones for i...

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The air is cool and gray rain collects on the surface of a black car somewhere a cat meows to be let in its hair suffused with the cool damp its paws delicately treading over wet grass Devices light up around me in the early morning dawn a smartphone an ultrabook a workstation an alarm I am connected to everyone and everything everywhere always I let the cat in love flashes briefly between us before quickly converting itself into something else Something calm and serious to vibrate through the air like the invisible electronic storm bright antenna glistening with energy light leaps playfully into space , filling the window catching motes of dust and spinning them in the air we pretend both of us that we are prey and like kittens at play we crash through symmetry the two of us, playing with string laughing purring we sneak up on each other and dance into superposition a laser dancing across the floor irresistible irreversible

The darkness of liquid oxygen and a continent of frozen ice born in the heart of a dying sun and left to the outside circle Was a great place to hide our first impression and the last chance to make a second guess at the dying light of a sun that will one day grow so cold So how do we express the immortality of the soul how can we teach children how to surf An ocean of liquid tri helium climbs the edge and makes it hard to set a rail The children become Riders on the storm that exists for a brief moment as if , a laurel wreath to compete and be won grow and be strong and to play as if, a flower that lives to be grown to be cut to be placed in the dark hair of an Egyptian woman who will wear it and nothing else except perhaps a pair of red shoes and freedom and a little light of the soul creation