Here's why I don't get into politics- I just see everything really cut and dry; frankly, if I was in charge we wouldn't be having any issues right now.
1. Energy crisis
Women aren't allowed to drive. Electric lighting should be illegal too. Only skylights.
2. Low voting turnout rate
Let people vote for others who don't vote. Here, I trust you to make the right vote man!
3. Trouble in the Middle East
Pull out all troops. Invest a fraction of money in nuclear weapons and boarder control.
4. Federal Deficit
Sacrifice the top 5 wealthiest men to reduce the deficit. Quit buying oil from foreign countries and use our own. Put a 5 dollar cap on campaign spending.
5. Dependence on foreign goods
All the women who can't drive should make sustainable gardens. Or another trade like making computers.
6. Healthcare
Um, no government healthcare whatsoever. Just perpetual food rationing.
7. Market competition
First country to build the first time machine. Go back in time and steal all the money from ancient world powers.
8. Taxes
Taxes won't exist. Government will set up a direct barter and trade system.
9. Immigration
Make everyone who comes in pay a ten dollar fee.
10. Any other issues you can think of? I probably have a good solution.
4.27.2011
People.
People. People are well- well they're funny. Starbucks gives ample opportunity to witness this phenomenon, however instead of going on a routine tangent about the nonconformities of my place of work, I simply mention the fact that I'm at a Starbucks in order to give you a visual frame of reference. Today, I am a customer. One that doesn't really feel like thinking about coffee and its imperialist suppressor.
Ok, lets start this off with a bang. People are interesting. Some people are interesting because of their attention to other PEOPLE. I'm sitting outside and my sister comes to join me and some friends, informing us that a man moved from outside, to inside, to right near the restroom all during her trip to a location lastly mentioned. We move inside, and he's sitting precariously in a chair, adjacent to mine, doing nothing but sipping his free ice water. Watching. Sitting. Crunching on those ice cubes while he's smiling, making non-verbal chit-chat with his crazy eyes with anyone stressed out enough to accidentally engage in. Fidgety, and unoccupied, it would seem this man has better places to go, better things to do, anything else really- but he keeps looking at you. hmmmmm.... interesting habits man.
People are interesting. Boy, you've got it going on don't ya? Barret, curly blond hair in a slicked back pony tail, that matches your slick mustache. Any guy with that sparse of facial shrubbery would be too embarrassed to chance such a radical proclamation of manliness, but no one is going to stop you hot stuff! There is a hearth right next to the chair I'm sitting in. Did I say right next to me? Well, I meant he sat down maybe a foot and a half from my chair. Mind you what he was sitting on was more of a ledge than a designated seat. Hey he went for it. He was struggling for eye contact, the littlest cue of recognition, but did I give it to him? No. Sorry bro, I think I learned my lesson from the last guy.
People are interesting. People apparently own public property and feel the right to exercise their ownership authority and cast disgruntled looks and flippant remarks towards the rude, peasant folk who dare tread on their precious land. I got here first. I needed the plug to keep the power running on my computer. I know what you are doing is probably more important than what I'm doing (I'm writing about you, muhahaha) but really, you know how to hurt a girls feelings. I was just trying to get a spot by the fireplace man! But, definitely, I now understand that those who dress like they came from a business funeral should always get the best spot at a coffee shop. Inttteresssting.
People, well, hey they're funny. This girl chomps pretty hard on her gum. She slowly and calmly opens the brownie container, and with the best form of inertia I've ever witnessed, proceeds to plate them. How could that take anyone five minutes? How come God didn't smite you right there with an unexpected rush? You, just keep that unemotional face right where it is, your mind perfectly fixed in vacancy, and do your thing. You have perfected everyone's ideal job situation- mindlessly working. Not a thought comes or goes when you step in the zone, and before you know it, you're off the clock and ready to continue an unaffected existence somewhere outside of the blue-collar, neo-coffee-communist society.
People are funny. I though someone was in my house today. I called my dad and he broke out the gun. I saw a notorious funny person driving suspiciously close to my campus. Some people get really grumpy because thats when they're happiest. Some people are really good at giving looks. Some people are really happy. Some people like making nontraditional familial associations with others. Some people imagine they're foxes. Some people are foxes. Some people are bad with direct directional directions. Some people don't like to show off their intelligence with their apparent vector and chemical knowledge of abstract curriculum.
But people are funny. So we laugh.
Ok, lets start this off with a bang. People are interesting. Some people are interesting because of their attention to other PEOPLE. I'm sitting outside and my sister comes to join me and some friends, informing us that a man moved from outside, to inside, to right near the restroom all during her trip to a location lastly mentioned. We move inside, and he's sitting precariously in a chair, adjacent to mine, doing nothing but sipping his free ice water. Watching. Sitting. Crunching on those ice cubes while he's smiling, making non-verbal chit-chat with his crazy eyes with anyone stressed out enough to accidentally engage in. Fidgety, and unoccupied, it would seem this man has better places to go, better things to do, anything else really- but he keeps looking at you. hmmmmm.... interesting habits man.
People are interesting. Boy, you've got it going on don't ya? Barret, curly blond hair in a slicked back pony tail, that matches your slick mustache. Any guy with that sparse of facial shrubbery would be too embarrassed to chance such a radical proclamation of manliness, but no one is going to stop you hot stuff! There is a hearth right next to the chair I'm sitting in. Did I say right next to me? Well, I meant he sat down maybe a foot and a half from my chair. Mind you what he was sitting on was more of a ledge than a designated seat. Hey he went for it. He was struggling for eye contact, the littlest cue of recognition, but did I give it to him? No. Sorry bro, I think I learned my lesson from the last guy.
People are interesting. People apparently own public property and feel the right to exercise their ownership authority and cast disgruntled looks and flippant remarks towards the rude, peasant folk who dare tread on their precious land. I got here first. I needed the plug to keep the power running on my computer. I know what you are doing is probably more important than what I'm doing (I'm writing about you, muhahaha) but really, you know how to hurt a girls feelings. I was just trying to get a spot by the fireplace man! But, definitely, I now understand that those who dress like they came from a business funeral should always get the best spot at a coffee shop. Inttteresssting.
People, well, hey they're funny. This girl chomps pretty hard on her gum. She slowly and calmly opens the brownie container, and with the best form of inertia I've ever witnessed, proceeds to plate them. How could that take anyone five minutes? How come God didn't smite you right there with an unexpected rush? You, just keep that unemotional face right where it is, your mind perfectly fixed in vacancy, and do your thing. You have perfected everyone's ideal job situation- mindlessly working. Not a thought comes or goes when you step in the zone, and before you know it, you're off the clock and ready to continue an unaffected existence somewhere outside of the blue-collar, neo-coffee-communist society.
People are funny. I though someone was in my house today. I called my dad and he broke out the gun. I saw a notorious funny person driving suspiciously close to my campus. Some people get really grumpy because thats when they're happiest. Some people are really good at giving looks. Some people are really happy. Some people like making nontraditional familial associations with others. Some people imagine they're foxes. Some people are foxes. Some people are bad with direct directional directions. Some people don't like to show off their intelligence with their apparent vector and chemical knowledge of abstract curriculum.
But people are funny. So we laugh.
4.13.2011
Flames
His black velvet hair
Twisted around a finger
And was illuminated
By the jealous sun.
It could not do a thing
But it did
Fantasize about revenge
Hoping one day
He'll just go bald.
It knew
If it were hot enough
To scorch his hair
Off
It would be dying
Too.
Perhaps it would have
Felt better
Knowing
He'll burn in hell.
Twisted around a finger
And was illuminated
By the jealous sun.
It could not do a thing
But it did
Fantasize about revenge
Hoping one day
He'll just go bald.
It knew
If it were hot enough
To scorch his hair
Off
It would be dying
Too.
Perhaps it would have
Felt better
Knowing
He'll burn in hell.
4.11.2011
Word
My favorite words of late.
Adamant
Ardent
Haunting
Languid
Revel
Beguile
Lurk
Flippant
Cherish
Stupor
Poignant
Linger
Deviant
Wallow
Intrepid
Savor
Remorse
Livid
Gross
Mayhaps (not a real word)
Endeavor
Perplexed
Steep
Adamant
Ardent
Haunting
Languid
Revel
Beguile
Lurk
Flippant
Cherish
Stupor
Poignant
Linger
Deviant
Wallow
Intrepid
Savor
Remorse
Livid
Gross
Mayhaps (not a real word)
Endeavor
Perplexed
Steep
4.09.2011
mood according to the weather
Impossible Blue
The Sky's impenetrable blue
How unfair
For I know the cloud and dusty brown is not far removed
It beckons me to play
I cry
Never longing for rain or dark shadows
Still, injured from the pain that comes
With feeble optimism
Change comes about with blue
But waiting for the day when blue dries out
Just as green leaves fall
All colors turn
My limpid blue eyes so clear as a river
Now frequent blurred sight
Now tainted green
Something you enjoy
Not for long
Turn for better for worse
The turning will come
And I'm supposed to enjoy the incessant blue sky
And I'm supposed to enjoy the incessant blue sky
4.08.2011
4.07.2011
Helpless
I don't expect your understanding
Though you're wise beyond your years.
I have high expectations, don't get me wrong,
But I'm afraid I've made myself far too skittish,
Innocent though affected, to a point
Where any definitive statement of affection becomes
Muddled within disclaimers and desperate callused jokes.
Pity, I fret when I should remain calm.
The more you reassure me with those doting eyes
And strong, discerning arm wrapped around my slumped shoulder,
The more I back into a wall; covering my eyes.
I'm afraid my heart couldn't be more tender,
My feelings painfully magnified.
I can't imagine how, why you choose to love me.
There are a million lovelier girls.
Ones less prone to melting into sappy, helpless puddles.
I'm terrified. If you only knew.
I guess what's worse is I think you do.
4.05.2011
Victoria Legrand
Hair is just my thing bro. And Victoria is a hair goddess. That and her music literally floors me. Sends me into an alternate dimension. Mesmerizes and addicts me. Ouch, that wasn't pretty imagery. Whatevs. Maybe you'll get it. Go listen to beach house, while you look at these gorgeous pictures of my current favorite female musician. <3 Cheers
4.03.2011
How We Close Our Eyes
Neither of us can sleep.
I toss and turn at night;
Never giving into my terror's will,
But one day I may
Because I never get the chance to dream of you.
You tell me dreams come true
Because you have me.
But am I damned to be consumed
By evil spirits, who tear at my
Flesh in my dreams?
Truly, to sleep is not to sleep,
But is to dream to dream?
In the throws of consciousness I fought for you,
Wished and then you came.
But in my dreams I'm haunted all the same.
You'll never dwell there.
And I'm frightened for I know,
The realness of reality is
Twisted with the dreams we grow.
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