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1. I have no patience for a political party that supports a broken system that prioritizes corporations and billionaires over regular voters. Their basis for doing so is the tacit acceptance that a regimen of lawsuits - feeding legions of lawyers ... is acceptable to be employed by intermediaries in our government as a way of forcing change in legislation. This , in turn, is based again, on the incorrect and false premise that the intermediaries - are in fact necessary to amass large amounts of money during electoral cycles and are necessary. 2. I am disabused of the illusion that Washington is now a place where men go to represent their respective people. I see all too clearly that Washington DC has now (thanks to the money provided by lobbyism) become a sort of twisted university system in which party affiliation means little (most lobbyists hedge their bets as to which party will be in power and so constantly reach across the aisle to recruit the opposite party faction) ... and ...

Sprawling on the fringes of the city In geometric order An insulated border In between the bright lights And the far unlit unknown Growing up it all seems so one-sided Opinions all provided The future pre-decided Detached and subdivided In the mass production zone Nowhere is the dreamer or the misfit so alone Drawn like moths we drift into the city The timeless old attraction Cruising for the action Lit up like a firefly Just to feel the living night Some will sell their dreams for small desires Or lose the race to rats Get caught in ticking traps And start to dream of somewhere To relax their restless flight Somewhere out of a memory of lighted streets on quiet nights... - Alex Lifeson

Many positive states of mind, such as ecstasy, are ethically neutral. Which is to say that it really matters what you think the feeling of ecstasy means. If you think it means that the Creator of the Universe is rewarding you for having purged your village of Christians, you are ISIS material. Other bearded young men go to Burning Man, find themselves surrounded by naked women in Day-Glo body paint, and experience a similar state of mind. - Sam Harris I happened across this author today and found that he's written a book called Waking Up - a guide to spirituality without religion. I think a central problem I've been trying to work on , in whatever spare time I have had in the last year or so - and having had a near death experience in January - is the fact that faith, and God - can touch lives other than my own and that there really is a benefit to the world to have some kind of institution or rule and guide for best practices that helps us all to become closer to God. I sh...

I noticed today that the blogsphere had grown cold. The friends I blogged with are gone, and in general - much of the writing done today seems to be one or two line - easily mine-able snippets of text traded back and forth on social media. In fact, I see much more of this writing than I ever did on the blogsphere... Someone might have taken two, three days to write a one page blog post - but the social media types are constantly going back and forth with three lines here, one line there ... etc. I am not sure if the blogsphere ever did leave. I think the circle of friends I used to blog with have changed, and no longer blog as avidly as they did before. I suppose part of the drive I felt to blog - had to do with feelings about my country during a time of war of convenience. I struggled, as an American - with the idea that my country was simply taking an opportunity to get involved in a conflict and send our soldiers into harms way for the weak justification of false intelligence an...

Building towns out of nowhere and churches that live with testimony You can't get what you want but you made the word of God breathe in the desert like a living rose and you were the medicine that became the medicine man Who met the lord. Looking out upon the face of a golden dream. Do you remember the stick game, Joseph? You were strong and bright. You were a mystic the melancholy passage of time could not dim Though in the end. It tried. When you were young you used magic stones to find treasure for farmers on their land I am not sure but I think you knew that each year there is a silent day the anniversary of your own death I think you could feel it I think you could feel alot of things You knew that one day The men will come with faces painted black Kids with guns come to end your life. An inside job. A requiem for a dream The Book of Abraham And a prayer of Breathing In the afterlife Do you see the Rosetta stone standin...

He has missed her in the forest while he showed her all the flowers and the branches sang the chorus as he climbed the scaly towers of a forest tree And she was somewhere being free. There's a man who sent a letter and he's waiting for reply He writes: Wish you were beside me. We can make it if we try. He has seen her at the office. With her name on all the papers. With the sharing of all the profits. He will find it hard to shake her from his memory. And she's so busy being free Now there's a lady in the city and she thinks she loves them all there's the one who's thinking of her and one who sometimes calls There's the ones who writes the letters with his facts and figures scrawled She has brought them to her senses they have laughed inside her laughter Now she rallies her defenses for she fears someone will ask her of eternity There's a jokester and a jester and a drummer and a dreamer and you know there ...

In my mind I hold a dream that keeps me going It was you. Again. I don't always dream of you. But when I do, it's a trip. You and I were in a hallway in a place that felt like royalty you were dressed in gold lame And I walked passed you slowly a long hall of many doors And as I passed you I turned to you and said. You are beautiful. I took a few steps more. I said. You know this is true. Because I said it to you.

Perhaps the things we do in life do not add to much Certainly we try to make it all pay We try to be true to our calling remember our calling is true But we change the world changes even the universe changes slowly You've changed. I've changed. slowly I've decided. To grow out my hair. This does not count for much. I've decided. To play a game obsessively. Sometimes until I pass out. People will not be impressed. I've decided. Even though last night. I threw up when I awoke. The taste of acid was rough. My stomach felt better without its contents. I'm tired of being a blimp. Again, this doesn't count for much. Fat Americans are not something unknown. Sadly. The angel descends to your dresser and knocks over the blessed virgin so you know to obey your mother And still you don't. My car is wrecked. My life resembles broken glass and splinters I cling to the supercell of dark hope and driving rain and ...

I remember doing bong hits on the hill overlooking the factory behind the golf course or maybe it was acid Maybe nothing at all. I was sixteen. It was a quiet night The stars were out The running lights of the machines lit the sky sodium arc lamp and washed the hillside with an offshade orange Everything looked perfect from far away Industry, and the night shift helped everyone to get where they were going within a socio-technical system of poetry Helped along. By Google and Wikipedia. Unborn. I guess I was wondering what it was like to work Being that I was stoned. I wondered if it was better than what I was doing above the loam I guess now I can imagine Jennifer Government Barcode beneath her eye Mine. Do Not Revive. Across the Heart. For How much could I sell my entire life? How much you did you get for yours? I made it home Cutting Donuts across the Putting Green In a beat up car Through seven shades of teenage gray And the sodiu...

It suppresses appetite acting as a mild stimulant The smoke rises in curls and helps me to ask. Where is my mind? But mostly. As Woody Allen said. Because I look so incredibly cool. Let's get off our white asses. Or whatever color you ride. Let's do something worth doing.