Colorless Green Ideas

This blog got its start as a kind of political cry. I was really, really distressed by the fact that our country was building an imaginary case against a country to go bomb them back to the stone age. I was confused. I could not understand how the America I was raised to believe in, could use its military power to push someone's head under the water at the community pool. In fact, honestly. I was shocked. I thought the entire military buildup on the Iraq border in 2001 and 2002 was just a headfake. Also, to be honest, I found a submissive - and I thought that the best way to chronicle my first real subbie psycho play was to try to trace the arc of mine and her journey through to the point where the whip takes bite and the wood touches flesh. I happened to take and drop a slave during that time, but I never count slaves. So, ok. Politics and kinky sex. Kind of like... Republican Blog. No comment. Right? I joined a group of bloggers. A phD that wanted to do polyamory. Some guy w...

Hey Kids, time break out your secret encoder rings! "Go visit the cat and the cockroach before one eats the other"

Your misplaced car keys the cucumber seeds and night that finds us all I can say goodbye again even though , torn you and I never left each others arms I am an A4 flying across your radar screens So scared to be alone Sure I love you this you know you've never doubted it and neither have I But then find the satisfaction of well marriage Like a pair of old blue jeans a person who sees the gentle goodness in you and partnership Mickey. And Mallory. Adam. And Eve. I asked you a question. I didn't need you to reply. Is it getting heavy? But then I realized. We're playing with the time that Mary fell Toying with the overwhelming Playing with the sky and watching the light trace its way across the warmth of the night Not evil but silent and clean and pure where we fly across the dreams of the masses you and I old holding hands Yes. I touch your vision. Yes. I see through your eyes. Always. I'm a basketball in your han...

Slipping away without falling apart You call , maybe. But it's ok. I will always be here. Your favorite darkness. You know the rest. I can be honest, and answer plainly. That I love you. Matter of factly. Since that November. But what the fuck was the name of that tavern?

So you and I pull into a cheap motel You called just to wish me well and broke it down for me that I may never be broken Again We sit across the table you being able to drink me underneath But I've got the weed. We both stretch into the night again. Walking the streets with hollow stares. Nothing to lose. Only Lovers Left Alive What is the role of the trap or the puzzle Where did I lay sabotage to you, or I Tell me again about spooky action at a distance Let me hold you. Soft against your chest. And you soft against mine. Something special passing between us. Always. Entanglement doesn't happen naturally. The two must be together. Let me close my eyes, then. And lose my identity in you. Let part of me break away. Let me not see the beauty. Feel the wonder of your skin. Touch you. Taste you. Doppler shift ford o matic super torque transmission red to green These white lights bend to make blue Let this all be new. To you. ...

I just close my eyes and shake my head so much to do. and nobody cares about you when you fail There's no room for error No margin of safety I am live without a net Hoping that my sense of balance and my ability to hold on Give me a chance to make it beyond The edge I'm not really a drug addict Just altering my consciousness And death isn't really darkness It's drama. But at the top of the list right now is staying alive Then following on, is to work hard. Then, you. They say. In the land of the blind the one eyed jack is king. Like in the film Minority Report. If it's ok, I'll take the new improved clarity. I'll work through the list of things. I'll see you again. Theresa. When you do good. Do it as if throwing a stone into the sea.

I couldn't see mostly it was due to the fog The sunrise was beautiful and I made my usual morning path returning home with the light My little soft aussie sheepdog pup put his head on my neck and we worked Bacon. Cheese. It does wonders. All dogs sit. All dogs stay. And the afternoon comes on with the gentle fall of the land and 4:20 my tire is low you broke the silence Before me I am broken, sure, on the outside. I could use a paint job I go find a place for air my body is depleted steel The night comes I read slowly word by word and whisper words of praise to the old gods.

On my desk I have a view of our world There is Florida down below the clouds. The Caribbean. Puerto Rico. The vast expanse of space against the limb of the horizon. A sunrise dawn as the planet turns to warmth and light away from the cold night Planet Earth is blue. My breath catches in my throat. I must work today. I must not open your mail. I know I will. But now. For work. The strange theory of quantum entanglement. Creepy action at a distance. Can you tell your husband what's wrong? Do you believe. In Tears?

A Democratic Socialist Manifesto Every person seeking public office has a right to do so without having to sell themselves to people buying their vote. A Democratic Socialist sees lobbyism, and the actions of people in so called political action committees, to be the equivalent of white collar crime. We do not pay our way into public office. We are not bought. We are not sold. Every person seeking health, shall find our hand of assistance. We believe that healthcare is a human right and that the only metric of the healthcare industry is how many healthy people there are, and not how many drugs we sell or tests we run, policies sold, premiums collected. Universal healthcare is a fundamental right and a public health issue; we believe that the miracle of birth, of life, and of health is a shared resource and we protect those who give birth and life with our own lives. In so doing we failsafe our society against viral effect. Anything you do to yourself , as long as it does no harm ...