The Drinking Bull

Wandering through the city, looking for anonymity

Tue, 12 Jul 2005 05:55:08 GMT

I was doing well. I was getting over it. I had stopped waking up in a pool of sweat every tuesday. I had not kicked a dog (never puppies, I am not a monster) in anger for probably two months. After many meetings with my support group, I had begun to accept the results of the election in November, and come to terms with the direction this country is heading. That was all before tonight.

Tonight I traveled to Georgetown to the popular spot for teens to hang out (according to an article I saw in a local DC paper), the Prince Cafe. They have recently added seats outside, so it being a beautiful night my fellow travelers and I occupied this newly acquired aluminum seating. As luck would have it, in a moment I was looking toward the sidewalk and street at nothing in particular, I spotted a familiar face sauntering by me. Focusing my blurred gaze, I realized that the tall and imposing character before me was none other than John Kerry (accompanied by one of his daughters).

My mind began to race as my heart rate increased. The Senator obviously was not looking to be gregarious, but it was not every day that a man whom you anonymously supported and defended in virtually every conversation you took part in for months on end literally strolls by. With time ticking and the subject further away with every hurried step, I stood up. After taking a breath, I confidently said, "Senator Kerry." I waited for a response and at first thought that I had thought I may have seen a different Herman Munster look alike on a city street after dark (lord knows there is no shortage).

However, following a sigh and what looked like bracing himself, the man turned around and quietly muttered "yes?" At this point, I could tell that my intrusion into his private bubble was less than welcome. I made my comments brief. Maintaining eye contact with Senator Kerry (who still looks as if he has just gotten punched in the stomach), I told the man from Massachusetts exactly this: "I really appreciate what you did, thank you very much."

He quietly thanked me, quickly turned, and was off.

I have spent the remainder of the night chewing on this encounter, and keeping in mind the fact that the man is no longer campaigning, I have come to the following conclusion:

This is why John Kerry lost the election in November. It is not that he had no ideas for Iraq, or was too liberal for Middle America. These reasons are why the election was close. Politics dictates that any national election these days will be close. However, he could not win the extra two percent of votes he needed because as a man, not as a politician, but as a man, he can not connect with the average citizen. He is aloof.

Despite the fact that he has no reason to be friendly and outgoing now, I still believe this. It is not enough to be a good or even great politician these days. You must be naturally inclined to have a conversation with someone interested. You need to send out a feeling that if the President had it his way, the White House would be open to any friendly face that knocked on the door. You need to have an aura about you that there is nothing you would love more than to sit with me and talk, but just have to keep going.

Bush has this. Clinton has this. Kerry does not. Gore does not. Dukakis does not. And so it goes.

The voter is no longer satisfied with a well delivered speech, but wants a well delivered talk. Bush talks, he does not speak. He addresses Jim, and Henry, and Frank. Kerry speaks. He addresses Mr. Smith, and Mr. Anderson, and Mr. Michaels.

George W. Bush beat John Kerry fair and square last November. I am not ok with it, but now I know why.

Tue, 05 Jul 2005 06:18:43 GMT

jesus god man! the substances are in my brain like crabs in a strip club! its there, no matter how far you tuck your pants into your shoes.

i can not fathom the fact that several hundred hours from now we will inhabit deifferent area codes.

well, at least there's this: synapse slowing substance.

god damn, blaspheming is the Jesusest!

um.... i will rule the democracy of incompassion and rule the apathetic into a flag waving force of demented Americana!

bahhhhhhhhh....

well well well

Sat, 04 Jun 2005 21:54:49 GMT

its been a while.

ok, first of all:

HAPPY GRADUATION TO THE CLASS OF 2005!

second, I'm going to Northwestern University, so I'm happy about that.

third:

SUNDAY JUNE 5 (TOMORROW)
GRADUATION PARTY
MY HOUSE
12-4 OPEN HOUSE

IF YOU READ THIS JOURNAL, YOU ARE INVITED.

so yeah, come if you want.

beach week was a great time.

and now you're cought up.

Seriously Galileo, SHUT UP!!!

Wed, 16 Mar 2005 06:46:42 GMT

(from bbcnews.com ( http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/4350625.stm ))

Church fights Da Vinci Code novel

The Roman Catholic Church in Italy has spoken out against what it says are "shameful and unfounded lies" in the best-selling novel The Da Vinci Code.
Cardinal Tarcisio Bertone, Archbishop of Genoa, broke the church's official silence on the controversial book.

Its story about the Church suppressing the "truth" that Jesus had a child with Mary Magdalene has convinced many fans.

But the cardinal's spokesman denied reports that the clergyman was asked by the Vatican to hit back at the book.

Carlo Arcolao told the BBC's News website that it had been the cardinal's own decision to make a public statement about the book.

Mr Arcolao confirmed that the cardinal told an Italian newspaper: "It astonishes and worries me that so many people believe these lies."

The archbishop told Il Giornale: "The book is everywhere. There is a very real risk that many people who read it will believe that the fables it contains are true."

-----------------

It is unclear whether the archbishop was referring to the Da Vinci Code or the Bible.

ROUND 3

Tue, 08 Mar 2005 03:59:22 GMT

oooook....

for the THIRD TIME:

WOOTTON COFFEE HOUSE
THIS THURSDAY
7:00 (not 7:30 like it was, but 7:00!)
WOOTTON CAFETERIA
$3

COPY AND PASTE THIS WHEREVER YOU CAN

and here's what looks like will be showcased

WOOTTON COFFEE HOUSE 2005

TENTATIVE PERFORMANCE ORDER
1. Supertonics
2. Adam Levin
3. Quite Contreras
4. Jenny Wyron
5. Estefania Cruz + Pallaui Pal
6. Evan Samock
7. Stephie Copelan
8. Nellie Darling and Jackie Duff
9. Anne Lyons
10. Nick Lopriato
BREAK
11. Alex Marston + Matt Mooney
12. Sam Segal
13. Rebecca Munly
14. Frank Cervarich
15. Jackie Duff and Christina Chattar
16. Steven Nee
17. Miriam Yavener
18. Jamal Green
19. Mitchell Lerner
20. Alex Tebleff and Jeff Galfond

+ Jon Lipman
+ another band

ok, but seriously, tell people about this and come to it
(that includes all you past performers who are here for spring break)

...unless it snows.

COFFEE HOUSE UPDATE

Thu, 24 Feb 2005 00:31:50 GMT

COFFEE HOUSE UPDATE:

OK, because God hates me:
WEATHER STUFF:

If there is a two hour delay, and that is it... COFFEE HOUSE IS ON
If school is cancelled... COFFEE HOUSE WILL BE RESCHEDULED...again.
If there is school, but they cancel all after school activities... COFFEE HOUSE WILL BE RESCHEDULED... again.

Oh, and i love snow... BUT COME ON!!!

fuckin murphy's law.

oh, pass it on, you know, what i wrote a couple inches above this

thanks

Wed, 23 Feb 2005 01:57:40 GMT

WOOTTON COFFEE HOUSE 2005 - THURSDAY at 7:30 in the CAFETERIA

TENTATIVE PERFORMANCE ORDER

1. Supertonics - a capella
2. Adam Levin - standup comedy
3. Quite Contreras - band
4. Jenny Wyron - poetry
5. Estefania Cruz + Pallaui Pal - song
6. Evan Samock - guitar (songs)
7. Stephie Copelan
8. Nellie Darling and Jackie Duff - song
9. Anne Lyons - poetry
10. Nick Lopriato - standup comedy
BREAK
11. Alex Marston + Matt Mooney (1/2 of Another Fine Mess) - band
12. Sam Segal - magic
13. Rebecca Munly - song
14. Frank Cervarich - standup comedy
15. Jackie Duff and Christina Chattar - song
16. Steven Nee - guitar (songs)
17. Miriam Yavener - poetry
18. Jamal Green - rap/R&B
19. Mitchell Lerner - standup comedy
20. Alex Tebleff and Jeff Galfond (1/2 of Paleate or any other name they might be called this week) - band

OK, this show is gonna be great. It's $3 at the door, with free food and coffee inside (donations accepted). Tell your friends, post this on your lj, do what you can, cause coffee house is gonna kick some major ass. (these periods do not signify sarcasm, I just don't like exclamation points)

THURSDAY 7:30PM
WOOTTON CAFETERIA
$3

oh, and if i spelled a name incorrectly...sorry.

Wed, 09 Feb 2005 07:19:10 GMT

I’m in the mood to write and write I shall.

I might be long-winded, but sometimes a breeze can lead to a good place.

I don’t care that I hate livejournals.
I don’t care that I constantly read them despite my disapproval of most entries.
I don’t care that often the most fun entries I read are from people I disapprove of.
I don’t care that the last sentence could get me in trouble.

Now for the body paragraphs, (the meat of the elementary school hamburger). I will attempt to go into how I feel and have been feeling recently.

The problem lies in the fact that I usually do not do this. I am out of practice at expressing myself. I do not mean the artistic “paint a painting that stands for your inner turmoil” or “dance to Enya until you feel as though a weight has been lifted from your internal self” expression. It is of actual, genuine, “be a human being” expression I write. Often I wonder why I have avoided this and frankly, curse myself for it. It is obvious to even people I simply say a polite hello to in the halls that I am putting up a “wall.” This act gets tiresome, not just to me, but to the people around me. Lately in particular, I have noticed that some of my dearest friends have grown weary of this act. This is not to say they dislike spending time with me, as I (and hopefully others) still have a fantastic time when together. Before I discuss plans to remedy this or assuage (finally an SAT word comes in to use, I might have used it correctly, too) it, I want to delve into possible reasons I have put that infamous metaphoric “wall” up around myself.

Over the last year or so, I have developed an idea of what high school should be. I have attempted to step back and view the world of high school as objectively as possible. The phrase I commonly use in describing Wootton is a “training ground for life” (I briefly mentioned this in a post I made over a year ago). For example, we all must know what it feels like to fail a test in order to be able to cope with the sensation of failure later in life, or we should know how it feels to be rejected so we can deal with it later. I have always viewed this as a positive and healthy approach to going about my life as a teenager. Only now am I beginning to realize that by stepping back from problems in an attempt to rationally think them out, I might be missing out.

There are two professions in which the professionals are notoriously hard to connect with. One is that of the professional actor. Many actors are seen as covering up their own emotional trouble and “expressing” it through characters - fake people. The other professional that shares this reputation is ironically the psychologist. Psychologists, they say, spend all day analyzing others’ problems, yet never take time to work out their own. Not surprisingly, I have considered both professions. Both involve dissecting others, but more importantly, the job description includes applying a disguise. Whether it be by acting as another person entirely, or as a neutral safety device people can turn to for help, personal biases and feelings are to be forcefully ignored.

I feel as though I have morphed myself into a kind of Frankenstein-esque mix of the two, always providing the shoulder and never asking for it. I might sound selfish mentioning this, and if I do, so be it. I am not faulting anyone in any way, and it is not a bad thing, but has led to situations in which I am floundering and wondering to myself what to do. There are other situations in which I feel a certain way, but have not voiced that particular thought for fear of the consequences. In turn, I simply find myself kicking... myself... frequently. I have been a coward in refusing to reveal my own concerns, but more than that, I have been selfish. More selfish than in this writing in which I have constantly tried to avoid starting sentences with “I.”

I have more to say, but it all feels forced. Even now, I’m looking at what I have written and am hesitant to post this up. If I saw a journal entry to this affect, I would (no exageration) laugh in it’s face. It is self-absorbent, self-indulgent, self-pitying, and reads as though it came from the pen of Ignatius J. Reilly. I never want to read it again. Who knows if I will even heed my own words and open up? My only other “serious post,” (check for the long one about 35 posts back), I thought at the time would help me by writing it, and possibly help others. In this long-winded rant, I have accomplished nothing. So, I will finish the rest in bullet form.

• No eloquence here: I get mad when girls date assholes. (I might be of some value when it’s time to meet a seemingly good dad and silver metal, but it’s high school, so the kids who aren’t hesitant to tell a girl to fuck off win)

• I can’t remember the last time I was 100% honest with someone on a regular basis. That kinda hurts.

• Frankly, I think college will be a good change of pace for me. Lord knows I need it. After living in my house my whole life, I’ve begun to get this feeling I’m just floating. In school, socially, everything has really come to a stand-still. There is no movement, and it is depressing the hell out of me.

• I haven’t been able to maintain a relationship for a long time. It has something to do with the fact that I am ridiculously self conscious. I second guess everything I do. (Like writing this fucking thing). I get bored too quickly for my own (or anyone else’s good). I consider myself a liability to anyone I would get involved with.

• Fuck it.

There you have it, ladies and gentlemen: A perfectly stereotypical livejournal entry. There are no tears, no strong message you can take with you. Just a confused teenager listening to Miles Davis and fishing for a little help. I despise this. If there is one thing I can pass along after that assault on screen space, it is this.

• Don’t try to escape the fact that you’re in high school and confused out of your mind. Because you are.

Here’s to a refreshing 2005. And by the way, good luck.

Tue, 01 Feb 2005 03:52:23 GMT

if anybody knows anything about getting an idea turned into a copyrighted idea, or patented idea, and then a sold idea, let me know.

also, coffee house has been moved to FEBRUARY 24th!!!!!!

Thu, 27 Jan 2005 23:55:40 GMT

I don't know how to make letters big, so anyone who is interested, please make a similar announcement, but much bigger and more obnoxious:

WOOTTON COFFEE HOUSE
THIS FRIDAY NIGHT
7:30 IN THE STUDENT COMMONS

STAND-UP, BANDS, SUPERTONIC A CAPELLA, SOLO MUSIC, POETRY, COFFEE, COOKIES, OTHER ASSORTED AWESOMENESS.

COME. IT WILL BE GOOD-GREAT-GRAND-WONDERFUL.

THE ODD COUPLE

Thu, 18 Nov 2004 04:21:37 GMT

THE ODD COUPLE
NOV. 19 + 20 (THIS FRIDAY AND SATURDAY)
7:30 PM
WOOTTON HIGH SCHOOL
$6 STUDENT, $8 ADULT

FRANK - FELIX (the neat one)
ME - OSCAR (the messy one)
SASHA, MIKE N, SAM B, BRETT F
NELLIE, KAREN

COME

more headlines

Wed, 10 Nov 2004 06:37:32 GMT

here's a look at the news.

ASHCROFT OUT OF CABINET... AND CLOSET

TYSON TO HOLIEFIELD: "TIME TO BEGIN HEALING"

FLORIDA GATORS GOBBLE UP FSU QUARTERBACK... NO, REALLY

BATTERY DIES - SERVICES WILL BE AT 2PM TOMORROW

ALCOHOLISM AMONG WEALTHY ON THE RISE: TRICKLE DOWN THEORY WORKING

BOUNCING BALL TERRIBLE FOR LIBIDO

PLAINTIFF: "FREUD ASKED ME TO GET ON HIS COUCH"

JESUS WALKS

ARAFAT'S DEATH TO BE MARKED BY HUMAN FIREWORKS

TIBET STILL WANTS TO BE FREE, WONDERS WHERE EVERYBODY WENT

JOHN KERRY'S SECRET PLAN REVEALED: LOSE

JOHN EDWARDS PUT BACK IN CAGE AFTER 7 MONTH HIATUS

CUTE ANTIQUE LAMP CAUSES CUTE ELECTRICAL FIRE

AIDS AID AIDS AIDS AID

STEVIE WONDER UNPHASED BY HOUSE OF MIRRORS

EARTH: THAT UNCLE MERCURY NEVER TALKS ABOUT

KARL ROVE GETS OUT FROM BEHIND CURTAIN TO CELEBRATE VICTORY

51%: FAILED TEST OR CLEAR MANDATE?

ROCKET MAN SAVES MAJOR TOM

NEW BIRTH CONTROL METHOD: SOLITARY CONFINEMENT

GIRLS ODD COUPLE - 12TH, 13TH. 7:30

GUYS ODD COUPLE - 19TH, 20TH. 7:30

Mon, 25 Oct 2004 02:18:41 GMT

OK, I was supposed to deliver the following speech on the morning announcements on Friday. Unfortunately, the teleprompter was not working and I was being told to hurry and finish, so it came out an inarticulate mess. The following is the reason I can't support the current president.

I would... if I was not turning 18 ten days after the election... vote for John Kerry. I am going to tell you why, but first, I am going to tell you why I could not in good conscience vote for George W. Bush.

After September 11, this country was unified. There were no Republicans, there were no Democrats. We were all just Americans. Now, this country is arguably the most divided it has been since the Civil War. Bush has ripped off his cloak of “compassionate conservatism” like a streaker in an ally and revealed to the nation the most divisive administration in recent history. Naturally, Republicans and Democrats will disagree, but right now the kind of polarization in this country is ridiculous. We have gone from a nation united to a nation divided in three years under (the “uniter not a divider”), Bush’s watch, and that is inexcusable.

This is just within our borders. The state of the United States in world affairs right now is heartbreaking. But more than that, it is completely unnecessary. The Bush Administration has constantly said that September 11th changed the world. This is very true, it has. But in what way? On September 12th, the leading French Newspaper’s front page read: “Today, we are all Americans.” Well, obviously it was in French, and I don’t speak French, but anyway. This is France. This is like if Draco Malfoy were to cry and say he was sorry when Harry Potter’s uncle died. Not only that, but in Iran, Iran, there were candle light vigils for the victims. The world was grieving for Uncle Sam in September of 2001. We went into Afghanistan, we had the world’s support. But something has happened since then. Now, you go to France, and you’ll be lucky to get a bottle of Evian from a waiter. And Iran, well, you know it might be Iran on the news if there is an American Flag burning somewhere in the shot. Actually, come to think of it, it might be a lot of places.

The bottom line is this: The actions of the United States with George W. Bush as Commander-in-Chief have made the world a more hostile place towards me and you. But more importantly, if the damage is not repaired soon, it will be a more hostile place for our children. Why? For the simple reason that we are American Citizens, and the actions of our president, for years to come, will represent how the world sees our entire population.

John Kerry is a fine man to start repairing this country at home and in the eyes of the world. His experiences in foreign relations are far more numerous than the zero Bush had when he became President. John Kerry has proven his leadership abilities in combat, social activism, and the United States Senate. He has worked with Republicans including John McCain to do what he feels is right for the country. If you watched the debates, you saw a man who is ready to become the President of the United States and lead with honor and dignity. This might be bad business for our comedians and talk show hosts, but if a little extra work for Jay Leno means a stronger America, that’s fine by me.

For your sake and the sake of all future Americans, vote John Kerry in November.

That'll be all politically from me befor ethe election. Thanks

Tue, 05 Oct 2004 05:10:03 GMT

OK. This is from CNN.com, heres the link to the story:
http://www.cnn.com/2004/ALLPOLITICS/10/04/kerry.global/index.html

Condaleeza Rice was talking about one of Kerry's weaker moments in the debate, the one when he used the term "global test" without clearly defining it.

_____________________
National Security Adviser Condoleezza Rice also questioned Kerry's comments.

"I heard Senator Kerry say that there was some kind of 'global test' that you ought to be able to pass to support preemption, and I don't understand what that means," Rice told CNN's "Late Edition with Wolf Blitzer."

"I don't understand 'proving to the world that you did it for legitimate reasons,' " she said."
_____________________

I understand that the term "global test" must be clarified, but in her words, "proving to the world that you did [preemption] for legitimate reasons" is pretty self-explanitory.

Is there something wrong, something unpatriotic about needing to back claims once you act on them? This means that you make the move if you find a threat and then answer questions later. It seems Ms. Rice has a problem with justifying a preemptive attack.

What is wrong with proving your claims after you start a war on the basis of them?

I'm tired so can someone PLEASE help me out here.

PS. Kerry does a better job (better, not perfect) of explaining himself at a townhall meeting in the article.

Mon, 04 Oct 2004 20:42:04 GMT

just a heads up (since all the cool kids are doing it)

THE ODD COUPLE
ho's - Nov. 12, 13
pimps' - Nov. 19, 20

I'm Oscar. Frank is Felix.

Oh, and for gods' sake, watch the debates, especially if you can vote

PRESIDENTIAL (remaining):
October 8th
October 13th

VICE PRESIDENTIAL:
October 5th (tomorrow)

ok.

"I know Osama Bin Laden attacked America... Of course I know that."
- The President of the United States

the headlines

Wed, 22 Sep 2004 04:43:19 GMT

SHOOTING STAR ARRESTED, BLACKLISTED.

COLUMBO LOOSES KEYS

MCGRUFF KILLED ATTEMPTING TO SNIFF CRIME'S CROTCH

MAN'S COMING-OUT PARTY DECLARED 'FABULOUS'

RICK JAMES DEAD, BITCH!

SCHWARZENAGGER WANTS PRESIDENCY...THEN THE WORLD

REDSKINS MEET IN DC FOR PRACTICE; MUSEUM OPENING

SPELL CHEK BROCKEN

LITTLE TIMMY FALLS DOWN THE WELL, DROWNS

"I AM NOT HAPPY TO SEE YOU." MAN WITH BANANA IN POCKET DECLARES

POLL SHOWS AMERICAN PUBLIC APATHETIC, OR SOMETHING

COLLEGES PLAN TO SEND 'APRIL FOOLS' ACCEPTANCE LETTERS APRIL 1ST

'FUCK YOU' TAKEN LITERALLY. RUSH HOUR TRANSFORMS INTO ORGY

MAN BREAKS INTO HOUSE, STEALS ONLY 'PRICELESS REFRIGERATOR ART'

NEXT ON CBS: WHEN FLIES FUCK, COUGHT ON TAPE

MAN PROVES 'ELMERS GLUE' TO BE TOXIC. HE WAS 24.

KERRY: 'CONSERVATIVE RIGHT, WRONG.' ACCUSED OF FLIP-FLOP.

AD: IN SEARCH OF WIT. REWARD. DIGNITY TOO.

Sat, 18 Sep 2004 05:28:06 GMT

the billowing light of darkness blinds my judgement. fellings of grace evade mysteps like yet kelly with the formentioned first name is on my tv. the juice of the grapefruit is bitter yet drinking it is so sweet. religion is inconvenience as proven by today's developments. irony, while usually funny, can be annowying... such is kathy griffin, such is gilbert godfried. snow reigns gently while rain freezes man in his place. bush is bad. must be trimmed from society. must be kerryed away.complete sentances, overrated. "for all your needs" on side of elmers glue, could be misunderstood. stanging on the bench, waiting for the train, but the bus is arriving and is this the bus for us. WE are great but US needs some serious work. renovate the white house, make it rainbow so as not to discriminate. mating is fun. burning cds just as illegal as burning houses? thank you society shirts with witty sayings. i want to feel sublime but brad. adam west - enough said robin. rockin casba. feelings of disruption disrupt my disjointed thought process of elemination. Vonnigut spelled wrong, but would want it that way. Comment on monstrocity of New York. The ninth chapter preceedes the present yet will be in future. enough. done. fin. struck by a torNATO needs to work out sudan.

Tue, 07 Sep 2004 03:57:04 GMT

FOX CANCELS "10 O'CLOCK NEWS"

In response to a gradual ratings decline over the past year, the FOX network has decided to yank it's 10 o'clock news from the fall line up.

A FOX executive released a statement saying that "there is just not enough viewer enthusiasm about the daily events in the local cities. Let's face it; the news is depressing. Murders and terror alerts just aren't sexy enough for today's viewing public. No one talks about a triple murder in Takoma Park at the water cooler. We need something spicy. Something that will really illicit a 'wow.'"

For now, there will be M*A*S*H* repeats on from 10 to 11 PM on FOX, but according to a press release, starting October 1st, "FOX will be proud to introduce the newest craze in reality television, we call it 'Monkeying Around!' It follows the hilarious exploits of a monkey given an apartment in a high rise in New York City. This monkey, aptly named "Big A" (for apple), will be given challenges such as a target on the side walk for its sport of 'feces flinging' and a job as a receptionist with a no-nonsense boss. Cameras will be on this Primetime Primate for 24 hours a day and edited into hour long episodes. We here at FOX can't wait to monkey around with you this fall, from 10 to 11 every weeknight!"

FOX also plans to add a love interest into the monkeys life named "Missy Monkey."

Tue, 03 Aug 2004 04:41:41 GMT

I would like to take this opportunity to wish everyone well.

Everyone, I wish you well.

It also seems appropriate to let everyone know that my summer has been enjoyable thus far.

Everyone, my summer has been enjoyable thus far.

In addition to my previous acts, I feel I should let persons who will be leaving for college at the end of the month, that I wish to see you before you depart.

Attention persons leaving for college in the fall, I request the enjoyment of your company before you depart.

Now I will sign the first syllable of my first name at the bottom of this document, to insure there is no confusion about who composed the said document.

-Mitch

I would like to add as an afterthought that I invite you to read one or more documents at www.fictionpress.com/~expansion

I invite you to read one or more documents at www.fictionpress.com/~expansion

Poetry in Prose

Mon, 05 Jul 2004 05:04:20 GMT

fireworks spread over the night sky. Americans celebrating by blowing things up. Typical. The fire like stomach of the man that enjoys life. Love is the escapee in the the cruse of life. Dean Moriarty. I think of him. Aliens are th subjsect of the novel of the man who doen's enjoy Earth. Clinton is the book. Tequila is the dink. Poets being drunk and writing t night, I identufy. Liver Failure. Not caring. Acting. Someone pay attention. I just love women in general. Caring is not what I am looking for. Just the touch. The physical lust. People. Women are gogeous all of you. Skinny dipping is the lovely water rubbing against the loving self. Sit-ups are perfection tat can not be reached. Drunk is the love. Happiness site above me and I sometimes pet it. Clinton I am reading. Newsflash, Timmy fell down the well, thank you Lassie for the report. Spell Checking is what I will do at the end. Americans uptight about 21, British not so much. Fireworks, the power we can not grasp, liquer, the relief we can not feel. Happy birthday to you know who I mean. Kissing and contact are what burns the most and I need. Orgasm optional. Poets on liquer optional. Just comes territory with. Actor. Oscar Winner. President. Intoxication. No love for funny. Bill of Rights. Equals. Just ask the blacks about affirmitive action. Ask the women about abortion. Not my right to choose, I am white with penis. (large). Light my fire and you will be not be the dove of peace that we all deserve. Hope love will pervail at reunion. No but by all means yes unless taken literally. Just wrote the subject (poetry in prose). Michael Moore, do not like so much , Java the Hut, but great film maker. Hope to be the fire that brings families and love tro empy kitchens. Leave comments or commits, depending on how powerful. Livejournals excuse to bitch. Just happy. No names but reason. Brother asking with long hair but fish and flying in mario bros. Want to be strong but might be Luigi. Luigi is weak like monday through friday. Call at fiveeightzerodashfourfourfourfive with threezeroone at front. Love escapes like a fish with fire in the sky and smoke over the water coveringt the view. Just want to touch hold feel. Nothing to say. Not proofreading, spell check is traitor like Nasdaq or Dow. Watch for double meanings. Self is what search is for, unsuccessful. Tortured artist is best kind. Doing well? How is my driving me insane. Parent needs me to feel important. I must leave this place. Will regret entry into orbit. Not impersonal enough. Forget what was typed or said pr heard of sheep. Watch it partner. Want sex. Can't help self or it. Pronouns and words with apostrrophe sound unprofessional stop. GOOdbye. Two uppercase OO. vote self. no love without price. No proce without discount. No wisdom, no leaders, no self. Living. Insanity. Enjoying. Parker. Her, her ,her, no pokher, no typos. all accounted for but no accounting for taste. No asking why. Bless all who stay.

nothing, absolutely nothing

Thu, 01 Jul 2004 04:31:51 GMT

landowners were RED
killed off by men who are WHITE
from the ocean BLUE

happy 4th of july in haiku.

Mon, 07 Jun 2004 03:30:50 GMT

INT: VW BUG ON A DESERT HIGHWAY IN NEVADA

STEVEN (S) Has just picked up a hitch hiker. The hitch hiker has orange hair and an artificial red nose, with face make up. All in all, looks very much like clown. We will call him CLOWN (C).

STEVEN: So...

CLOWN: Whew, thanks for picking me up, it was freezing out there. Do you have heating in this car?

S: Um sure. (S turns on heat) You know, I think it has to be over 100 degrees outside.

C: Yeah, I'd say about 107.

S: And you were cold?

C: Oh, freezing. Hey, what's this on the radio?

S: Nirvana I believe.

C: Uh...nope. Don't know 'em.

S: You've never heard of Nirvana?

C: Well, not until you said the name about five seconds ago.

S: How is that possible? They defined the 90's music scene.

C: Well that explains it.

S: No. That explains why you should know who they are.

C: Well, I died in seventy-four, so if they defined the nineties, it explains why I haven't heard of them.

S: Oh I guess that doe- (S slams on the breaks, the Bug stops short)
You what?

C: Look, I haven't heard of Nirvana, ok, sorry. Lay off.

S:...dead?

C: Oh that. Yeah.

S: how? here? you? now?

C: Well, it was a normal saturday morning down with- wait, is today saturday? (S nods his head) OK, good. So it was a normal saturday morning down with Mr. Hades, as he likes to be called, the pompous prick. Anyway, he had just made me put on this stupid clown suit for the billionth time or something, and all the sudden he gets a phone call. He starts to weep after he's been on the phone for the first couple minutes. I mean fucking bawling, inconsolable. So I try to cheer him up, I tell him 'hey man, its ok,' all that shit. But he doesn't listen. Then, he keels over and dies, or whatever you call it when a deity ceases to exist. So here I am, in a Bozo outfit, over the body of Satan. So, I see my opportunity, head toward the exit, and leave. I end up in this desert.

Long pause

S: YOU ESCAPED FROM HELL?

C: Well, I left anyway.

S: Way, why the hell were you in...hell in the first place?

C: St. Peter didn't like my tie.

S: What?

C: Yeah, I get to the pearly gates after that bus incident, and ST. Peter tells me 'OK, lets take a loo-' then he just gives me this look, tells me that I'm wearing the ugliest tie he's ever seen, and sends me to Hell for I believe he said 'having the audacity to wear such a monstrosity.'

S: Wow, that sucks.

C: It wasn't so bad, I've always been into S&M... Anyway, there's something you should probably know.

S: OK.

C: See, remember that bit about Satan being dead.

S: You know, I was going to ask you about that.

C: Well, With him dead, everyone in hell is uh...how do I put this lightly...free to...leave the basement.

S: Jesus Christ.

C: No, he definitely was not in hell, so you won't have to worry about him. He did, however, come to visit Mary Magdoline occasionally. Anyway, What you should really know, is that I'm the exception. Most of the people down in hell are rather pissed about being there and weren't such great people in the first place. And they're gonna be here very soon.

S: This is bad.

C: Bingo, if you'll look behind you, you'll see the first wave. I suggest you speed up.

Behind the VW bug, are thousands of ragged angry looking motherfuckers.

TO BE CONTINUED

one of those days - a format change

Thu, 03 Jun 2004 02:56:08 GMT

As Tim awoke and removed the wolverine from his left leg, he knew it would be one of those days. Not fully awake yet, Tim got out of bed holding the wolverine by its tale. It was just after he had remembered the nature documentary's advice of holding it by its neck that the Wolverine struck again. The momentum it gained by twisting uncontrollably in Tim's hand gave it just enough force to latch on to his left nipple. Tim sighed as he crawled to his bathroom sink. He opened the little cabinet below the sink hoping to find his wrench. He first struggled with the child-lock. He laughed a resigned chuckle to himself. He was now sure that it would be one of those days.

After prying the wolverine off of his nipple with the wrench and giving it a fatal blow to the head, Tim examined himself in the mirror. "Oh Great," he thought. "A pimple." As Tim inched closer and closer to the mirror, preparing to pop the bothering blemish on his face, his sister kicked the bathroom door open. This propelled Tin's head into the corner of his medicine cabinet.

"Get out of the way Tim, it's my turn to use the bathroom. You jackass."

This message was received by Tim, however, it was not fully comprehended due to all of the newly forming blood in his ears. He began to understand the situation just as his sister forcibly removed him from the bathroom and sent him careening down the poorly placed stairs. As Tim was half way down his hard-wood staircase, he caught a glimpse of his watch. It was 8:32. "Wonderful," Tim mumbled inside his head, "Now I'm definitely not gonna get a parking spot at the Metro Lot." When he hit the ground, most of his teeth exited his mouth in some way or another.

After a breakfast of a Nutrigrain bar (he did not have time to make the omelet he was craving), He worked his way outside. Once outside, the first thing he noticed, aside from the gangwar taking place on his front yard, was that his tires had been slashed. It was at about this time that his leg (already swollen from wolverine bites) took seven bullets simultaneously. Tim smiled a toothless smile and started toward the bus station. "I guess it's just gonna be one of those days."

Fads

Tue, 25 May 2004 05:04:08 GMT

LOW-RISE JEANS OUT, INSANITY IN

Washington DC

It has been announced by several fashion magazines that the formerly in-vogue low rise pants are on their way out. In there place, periodicals such as Seventeen, Style, and Cosmopolitan, are endorsing insanity as the new "in thing."

Lindsay Studdard, editor of Seventeen Magazine, told us that "summer is around the corner, and you know what that means, out with the spring trends! The Low-risers were great, but are becoming a bit tiresome. We think that the summer trend of insanity is just the spark the fashion world needs right now."

A Fashion-World insider who wishes to remain anonymous claimed that the insanity trend has been planned for months, and that the low-rise pants were just a lead in. "With about 90% of girls looking around at the few girls who can actually get away with the low-rise, most of them will be driven insane by feelings of inadequacy and jealousy. So you see, we've been preparing for an insanity blow out this year. We've also cut a deal with Victoria's Secret to double the lingerie ads.

Style Magazine's trend corespondent Stacy Cooper predicts a diverse catalog of insanity to choose from this year. "Aside from the ever-popular 'bathing-suit eating disorders' we are thinking there's gonna be an extra special mix of Manic-Depressive, Schizophrenic, and if were lucky, maybe even some Insomnia will show its face!"

Well, this reporter is waving goodbye to low-rise, and welcoming insanity with open arms! So, hop on the insane train, before it leaves, 'cause before you know it, fall sweaters will be in!

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