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About Me

In some ways I spend entire days trying to explain some of it back to myself. Number one: there are two sides to choose from. One side says, "There are two sides to choose from" and the other says "what other side? we're all that is." To not try and strike a compromise between these two positions is seen as bias. Number two: One side says, "I want it all" and the other says, "Well, let's just split it 50-50". The first side then replies, "Okay, we'll compromise. Give me 3/4". Number Three: Once the center has been moved enough to the right, the true center appears to be the left and the true left appears to have disappeared. Number four: a few organs of the body are supposed to keep the rest of it in check, like..."oh don't worry, the mouth is keeping an eye on the hands". To suggest the eyes, mouth, and hands have common interest is a radical notion. Number five: (if I could have written the poem I'd prefer to write it would have been called, "My Dream of Dying in Manner Number 55,208: Killed By and Intruder Burgling ring My Home While Running Downstairs to Fetch the Wife Some Olives, Which I had Planned to Please Her By Waking Her With.") That poem, however rich with potential, and all though its the poem I aim to write, just isn't coming to me. Number six: The victimizers, (i.e. those with the power to present themselves in their own terms and to also present others in whatever terms they choose to show the others in) choose to present themselves as victims. The conspirators, as victims of a conspiracy.

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My Blog

Seeing how's truly be, how sees liar is...

Progress can only truly be measuredby the progressed of assumed forward momentum.All the faces at the party cry out for attention and approval.A vulnerability deservedly suitable.Just decide to noti...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Feb 2009 11:52:00 GMT

Theraflu

Its all perfectly simplesimply putBut nothing makes any senseif you break it all downLove won't save youin fact quite the oppositeIt is a random and cruel universeto which we bring meaningand Music is...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Feb 2009 14:12:00 GMT

Binoculars Backwards

The dullness of this moment echos on into infinityWhy am I not useful? Why am I not fulfilled?Serving service serves the serverI took a leap of faithand caused a winter ice scapeCould not break back t...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Dec 2008 21:18:00 GMT

Eternity, energy, reflections, memory, reality....

Eternity is created by then endless process of energy transferal and the endless reflections of memory and consciousness...Atoms, Molecules, Cells, Organs, HumansAsteroids, Moons, Planets, Stars, Gala...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Dec 2008 19:35:00 GMT

Tulsa tramps (no offence)

Alone, all i ever think about is women. With close friends and acutely aware people i am free to talk about things that truely matter. I want to have kids. I need to find someone just as fucked up as...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Aug 2008 03:00:00 GMT

To All of My Friends Who Just Graduated...

( I wrote this for a particular friend who graduated but it ended up being exactly what I wanted to say to all of my friends who just graduated that I simply had to share it with all of you. Aside fro...
Posted by on Mon, 26 May 2008 00:52:00 GMT

My Muse Most Reliable

This makes Perfect Sense I can smell all that musicas it floats from its molecular origionOrange apple candyland brain damage'cause this ordinary isn't real enoughbut I can will myself invisibleif I b...
Posted by on Tue, 20 May 2008 05:48:00 GMT

All in one night as my muse withdrew her savings and our interest for each other has compounded

Tattoo inside You I could set on the roof with youand give you a tattooand also you give me a tattoowith no motor a single needlepiercing flesh over and overa small token of never forgettingand...
Posted by on Fri, 16 May 2008 01:59:00 GMT

I like Ardichokes Better then Onions

I'd like to think I have an essence, or more specifically, I am essence, but I fear this is not the case. In all of my introverted self study, which is the most abundant of my efforts thus far, sadly,...
Posted by on Mon, 12 May 2008 07:16:00 GMT

To the Women Ive Never Even Met (and) Him

To the Women I've Never Even Met Simply put, I love youI've wanted you for so longand I don't even know who you areOther women try to be youbut you are impossible to counterfeitI lay in bed at night w...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 01:24:00 GMT