Thursday, July 22, 2010
Oh let it take all that I love. Amazing to me, loose it all in such a short time.Horrid. Painful to watch the demise of an honorable person, struck down, struggling, no one knows, silent pain. Gasping breaths, and then like a stroke, gone.Fuck a god. Fuck a god. Fuck a god. We are chaff.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
Well, do you suppose they lie any less now? Not trying to foment a seditious act, by any means. OK, yes I am . Could we please elect young blood, not old broken records who only play the same old music? And being young, not the puppet of the greater old boy hierarchy ( see Harter)? New, innovative, caring, concerned about infrastructure. Taxing? No. Asking that the best give their best, the poor, give their best. The criminal, punished the most severe. It is time to flush the toilet people, and "insert god type here" willing, we can let go of all of our "insert redneck protectionist diatribe here" with an expletive deletive, and we can all....And that is why ice cream comes in so many different flavours. Good night babies, sleep tight. Some helpful government guy is knocking at my door, I'm gonna go let, oh, they already did. And so vnkfbainotttttttttttttttttdz Hello please ignore this citizens outburst. He has been dealt with and disarmed. Go about your business as usual. Thank you for your lack of attention. This blog has been shut down by governmental act 1369WTF.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Ride on Friday night. Riverside to JB for Porcupine. See Kevin if you are going. Here they ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR http://www.facebook.com/l/aa604;www.youtube.com/watch?v=eHRt-bmDpF0&feature=related So there is your Friday.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
No. Really that's it. If we are to live in a world without war, deprivation and cruelty, someone has to step up and say enough of the Darwinian "my genes kick your jeans ass" and realize that as long as the world provides such intense weapons of cruelty and destruction the underprivileged and disenfranchised will always find a way to level the playing field with acts of destruction. What if, and I'm just fishing here, we spent all the money we spend on the military, wars, death, counterinsurgency, and just played nice guy for ONE year. Give it to the masses for insane things like education, medical care, food, shelter. Just get crazy with it. Blow the money on any philanthropic pursuit that would enhance, not detract from, the perception that America is a largess of bloat. A veritable bag of flatulence, now poked, and leaking foul stench everywhere. No empire lasts forever, and ours is crumbling. Maybe George "Fuck you world" Bush is fiddling as he watches it all burn.
Friday, January 22, 2010
So, I'm listening to the Beastie Boys, contemplating Spring. So much to do, such a huge soul to put to rest. I sit with the ashes of my love, the last earthly remebrance. It weighs a metric ton. I want to dissolve myself of the physicallity of it all. People ask for "closure". How neat to put it all in a bag, call it a name, and move on. There is no closure. A beautiful person was ripped away from me, my family, and my friends. There shall be no "closure" on my part. It will always remain a proof that there is no god, nor moral proving ground for random injustices. Read your Nietsche, and your Kierkegaard. They new best where our soul ends and wishful thinking begins.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
World Bicycle relief people. Dig it. And if you want to participate, here it is - http://www.worldbicyclerelief.org That's pretty cool stuff, in a world where we bitch about gas prices, and worry about feeding our cars their precious food, and moan and complain about how long a wait we have in a car jam, someone else is more concerned that they were born as female, and so do not have the same right as a male. What would show them the difference? Mobility. Not depending on a thing that once, purchased, requires the feeding of an infrastructure of parts, fuels, insurance, taxes, laws and tickets, all designed to keep the fires burning for the war machine of oil.