Earthquakes and great fears

Disgusting habit
Stick the hand out of the window
Drop the brights and browns into the funnel
You don't have time to watch them fall
Anyway you do
Watch the drop

Steep tolls clank and clack

Enjoy this part of cowardice
It could be different
There's a light little problem
It can be different

From either end of a broken heart...
You're blocking the road.

Come on and shake!

I visited a Shaker Village on Monday. Those little bundles of conserved sexuality had something going for them. The simplicity elicited from their architecture and craftsmanship and, above all, their practical sense allows for meaning and beauty in pure space. I'm not saying we should all be celibate, but I do say, "the end of simplicity is spiritual luxury." Some people refuse to even consider the sin of wanting more than they need.
What exactly does George Bush want? Does he want a response? Was he responding to someone in the first place?
The president is nothing higher than a common soldier, taking orders. He should be on the ground with them where he belongs.

Grain of salt

I swear never again to revere the fact of creation. There are so many movies. There's so much television. Just because we stick a camera down on something doesn't make us artists nor does it transform film to art. You may be one of those idealist junkies that thinks celluloid is art before it even touches the light. Well. How does this pat on the back feel you little artist you. Goochie goo, baby. You might have Dada but you don't have a mama. Real art has both.
And art is real by the way. If something doesn't have an art, then it is not art. A soup can. Aha. The art of selling. To me, that is not art worth calling art nor is it art worth shelling out bills for, unless I want to taste tomato.

Butter and bread are better than you said

His bastard soul had a richer goal.
The head's a start. We'll dice the heart.
Where your end is meet, we reach the feet.

Our science peaks, and cannot cease
Getting nowhere now,
Progress progress.

The forward is, and knows and goes
Our science grows, with Devil's toes.
Oh they have faith,
in clones and clones.
Most carefully in overtones.
"Fuck the hearts," is proof of smarts.
So, my friend, well what'll it be?

Seek that special witchcraft. Four W's and arts. Yeah. Good luck. Poorest of the poor. Bastards of the mind.
Who but harkens unto Christ, well he, my friend, will not be diced.

To each his own (demands on women)

From imdb.com:

Hustle & Flow star Terrence Howard refuses to date women who don't use moistened tissue on visits to the toilet - as they are "not completely clean." The Oscar-nominated actor insists potential female suitors must not rely solely on toilet tissues in the bathroom, and even goes to the trouble of advising any partners to make the switch to baby wipes if they don't already use them. He tells Elle magazine, "If they're using dry paper, they aren't washing all of themselves. It's just unclean. So if I go inside a woman's house and see the toilet paper there, I'll explain this. And if she doesn't make the adjustment to baby wipes, I'll know she's not completely clean."

NOW this man is the opposite of Mick Jagger, who prefers women that are unclean. I have no proof of this except that he's English... Seriously though if you haven't bathed in a while, Jagger is your man. If you blow-dry your crack, you might take Howard for a spin. All shapes, sizes and smells make the world go round and don't let anyone ever tell you differently.

On language-rape

I'm sick of this field that looms above our heads and fills us with the desire to declare, "that's gay" or even simply, "gay." Like you've discovered America. Well, Christopher Columbus, many things are gay. Some kinds of sex are gay, some movies are gay, and some people are gay. If you are able to discern this, good for you. Maybe some things aren't as obviously gay as others. If you can discern those well then, doubly good for you.

Frankly, I don't think it's all that exciting. Nor do I think you are all that special or funny.

A love exists that is not man to woman (woman to man) and it's labeled with "gay," even if it's for words or colors. People love to call camaraderie gay. So within the culture of sexual labeling, camaraderie is suppressed.

Let's stop with this "that's gay" shit, even if you are gay. If you say it to be poignant or funny you're retarding what's there. If you say it to be hateful you're only feeding your problem. "That's gay," is a cry into a perpetually unintelligent abyss.

Discourage

I think about how many people actually believe that the world is going to end in a biblical 7-year reign of the antichrist and that seems worth talking about, but most people are turned off by that. So the whole culture of discomfort/silence with real issues kind of bothers me. For me whenever someone brings that stuff up it means we're getting closer to the heart of the issues and problems with todays society; something might be learned in the course of the conversation. People don't want to learn though because learning has been siphoned into unpleasantness by the economy of education. Its not that I'm uninterested in what other people have to say about their personal lives, but I'm discouraged when people are uninterested in the things that actually mean something to the world at large. There are so many serious topics that its very easy to turn everything into a joke or not pay any attention to it. Somehow if it isn't aimed at peace or figuring out how people feel about spiritual issues, I find it superfluous. I don't think very many people believe in peace. They definitely don't believe in talking about it.

Impressions

Have you ever written something and then thought, "that's not me" so quickly you erased it and replaced it with something that more closely approximates your impression of yourself?