finally, the shameless truth... |
i saw this bumper sticker on a pickup truck last week here in pensacola that also had other pro-marines stickers on it."JOIN THE MARINES.TRAVEL TO EXOTIC, DISTANT LANDSMEET EXCITING, UNUSUAL PEOPLEAND...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Apr 2009 08:20:00 GMT |
counter-revolution |
Political parties are inconsistent with American individualism, as well as, democracy. Political parties are massive public relations firms created to undermine the dangerous tendencies of democracy ...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Apr 2009 10:51:00 GMT |
Recent letter to the Editor |
To the Editor: I am concerned that the American mainstream media, including local media, is only reporting one side of the US occupation in Iraq, thus painting a much prettier picture...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Jun 2008 07:29:00 GMT |
From the Blog Vaults... |
Statement
Hi, my name is Kevin. I don’t like myspace. I think it is the ultimate example of postmodern conceptualism. "Hi, this is me in a happy meal box, would you like a toy with that?" Yet, ...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Apr 2008 06:46:00 GMT |
several inspired recent ramblings |
can we make scents of thelove we makebottle it up and share it with the worldon cold rainy nights when doors are shut and stores are closedtrains wander in the fogwhistles wonder if anyone exists at a...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Dec 2007 17:09:00 GMT |
thoughts,poetry,etc. |
godlifedeath.The wonder of it allThe breath of lifeThe fallAutumn leaves and winter comes too soonThe longest days are hot in juneDust to dust, moth and rust I amDestroyed, overjoyedBecause all of cre...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Sep 2007 08:23:00 GMT |
lord, i was born a rambling man |
"Whenever the people are well-informed can be trusted with their own government." -Thomas Jeffersonas i watched the buildings fall down again and again today and listened to the phonic mounds of patri...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Sep 2007 18:14:00 GMT |
newr poems |
And here we areThere and back againLike small clouds dissipate Before the moon fades throughYou disappear too soonJune and all its humid hopesAnd heat steaming pavement after rainAnd everything is thr...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jul 2007 16:04:00 GMT |
brokendreaming |
Trapped behind time transparentGlass separatesYour hand to mine pressedI see you past my own reflection;My imperfections,As rain runs down the paneGlass remains, yet pain is rinsed awayblue diamonds (...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Jul 2007 13:07:00 GMT |
New Poems and others from this past year |
Friday, 6-15-2007cool, as fan blades blow coffee steamit seems that the language of live music amplifiedfades away. . .and small beads of you gather in my mindin humid condensation, the conversationsw...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Jun 2007 10:37:00 GMT |
