underestimating the waves...

there's no possible way to go back now

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Finally I have a computer that works. There's nothing worse than a computer with all of your writing on it crashing out of nowhere. I'm just glad I backed up everything before it went. God, that would have sucked to lose all of that and retype all that I had printed out already.

And I finally have a bedroom I can actually almost live in. It's a storage shed no more. Now if I could just buy a bed and some bookcases and get rid of the last few boxes I'll be all set.

the split

how the hands look so strange apart...

ignorance is (not) bliss

"If you won't learn our language, get the hell out of our country." I wouldn't have a problem if English became America's national language. Though, I don't think it should. But why is it that the ones who always argue that it should be our national language, the ones who condemn those who have yet to learn English, are the ones who have themselves not yet mastered our language? Yes, I realize you "ain't skeered" by anything liberals have to say, and that, on the issue of making English as our official language, you want to "Git-R-done." But honestly, learn how to construct a coherent fucking sentence and quit proving to the world that, while English isn't our national language yet, ignorance certainly is. Oh, and American is not a language, moron.

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Over 85% of the world's problems could be resolved by the abolition of ignorance. Over 80% of this country is ignorant. Interesting. Very interesting.

numbing charade...

I feel like crap. My chest hurts; I can't stop coughing; I'm completely clogged; and my joints feel like someone is driving nails through them. I feel like pulling my arms off and gouging out my eyes.

six feet

If Hillary does get the Democratic nomination and eventually goes on to run the country, the ground will gladly accept us.

progress, not regress

Republican: We are 100% for equal rights.
Democrat: Well, what about blacks and other minorities, women, homosexuals, the poor?
Republican: Yeah. They're equal, too. Of course, not equal to us rich white guys, but to each other. And dog shit.

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How to be a true Republican: Believe that making millions is the American dream and a God-given right, as long as you're white; Believe that God said that homosexuality is wrong because the Bible said so, but forget the fact that the Bible was written by man and man is inherently corrupt; Believe that leaving no child behind in the educational system means leaving every child behind in the educational system; Believe that financing educational progress isn't important as long as we have big bombs; Believe that Democracy should be spread across the globe no matter how many people have to die to accomplish our goal; Believe that all countries deserve our help so long as they have something to give us, like oil (sorry Africa); Believe that everything that's wrong with our country is the fault of those crazy liberals because they believe in true equality and progress.

shut your face...

Being Billy Boy's lapdog for eight years in the White House hardly qualifies as political experience. Oh, yeah. You sure know how to stand up for yourself. "Oh wait, you want the other cheek? Again?" Shame on you, Hillary Clinton. Shame on you.

One point twenty-one gigawatts?!?!?!?

Democrat: We're all about the future.
Republican: The future? Isn't that where Reagan is from?

52 words for snow

It's kind of like when you are looking for something and stumble upon something completely different you once looked for but eventually gave up on finding. You're natural reaction is to say, "Oh, I've been looking for this," even though you haven't for some time. Yeah. It's kind of like that.

a slightly more attainable damn...

damn...

How much are kidneys going for these days?

near that place of perfection

The fact that I was dreaming about Satan doesn't bother me. The fact that I was dreaming about witches doesn't bother me. The fact that, in this dream, I had the power to blow fire doesn't bother me. The fact that I used said fire to save a person's parents by burning a hole in the earth to travel to hell where I lured Satan and his army of evil souls with the cries of a baby and trapped Satan in a net doesn't bother me. But how in the hell did the red-coat-wearing British Army get into my dream? And why did they arrest Satan "in the name of the Queen?" By far, the weirdest dream I have ever experienced.

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home sweet...

drawn and quartered

For some reason, I can't stop thinking about the fact that you told me I am nothing like I appear in my poetry. What does that even mean? Hehe.

the perfect time to break

I don't know if it's just me, but 9/11 no longer feels like "9/11." This past year it felt like the eleventh day of September again, like it used to be before 2001. It felt like a Pearl-Harbor-forgotten December 7th, like a D-Day-discarded June 6th. It's as though everything that has happened because of 9/11 has blanketed the day itself and what it meant at one point in time. There's the war, the new security procedures at airports, the controversy over border control, the hunt for Bin Laden and his band of miscreants, the war on terrorism and terrorism in general (or terrism as good ol' G Dubya B would say), and the debates over all of the things just mentioned. Where did 9/11 go?

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"We cower as you point your fingers telling us to support our troops. You and the smarmy pundits in your pocket - those who bathe in the moisture of your soiled and blood-soaked underwear - can take that noise and shove it." ~Sean Penn

Ha! I can't believe I forgot about this. Mr. Penn, you are the knight in shining metaphorical armor wielding the long hard sword of cleverness, while we feeble foes of disjointed tenor and vehicle cannot stand our ground, can do nothing but beg for a drop of sweat from your brain-bulging brow in hopes that it might contain even the slightest microscopic semblance of your intellectual, poetic superiority. God bless you, sir. God bless you indeed.

we're always crossing black rivers...

Stroke your reader’s cheek / while you box his ears.

~Horace

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I can't say how sick I am of hearing about steroids in baseball; how great the mighty Patriots are; everything that O.J. Simpson can't stop messing up; who's in rehab now; who's out of rehab now; so-called "Islamic Extremists" (Give me a break: The fact that they're Islamic has little to do with anything. Call them crazies. We all got 'em--every race, every nationality, every religion. Crazies. Period.); the Spears family; Ron "I'm Bringin' Jesus Back" Paul; Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton hating sexist bigots; who's supporting whom in the races; Dr. Phil; and Dr. Phil's hair (or lack thereof). Enough already. Can we move on already?

the ocean underneath

Yesterday was odd. Kind of disturbing.

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It's about that time of the year where I need to (or have to) start thinking about the future. Unfortunately, or fortunately I suppose, this time around I am thinking less of where I want to be and more of where I don't want to be. I know where I don't want to be. I know what I don't want to be doing. I know I've never been so disappointed about a choice I've made in my life.

...

I'm am so over this. Screw this stupid crap. I've never felt so unappreciated.

moving on

So this is the new year.
And i don't feel any different.
The clanking of crystal.
Explosions off in the distance.

So this is the new year.
And I have no resolutions
for self-assigned penance,
for problems with easy solutions.

So everybody put your best suit or dress on.
Let's make believe that we are wealthy for just this once.
Lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn,
as thirty dialogues bleed into one.

I wish the world was flat like the old days,
then i could travel just by folding a map.
No more airplanes, or speedtrains, or freeways.
There'd be no distance that can hold us back.

There'd be no distance that could hold us back.

~DCfC

if I could...

...I would give you up.

No second chances...

I believed in the world right in front of me, but now along these empty streets where this curse haunts these memories of a man and all he's lost, no time to think about it, no room to breathe. If I had a way back I'd ride through the dark and the dawn, but please don't wait for me because the man you love don't live anymore. I can't go home again. Tonight you'll sleep, no fear of what might become of me, my dear within these end of days where this longing turns this man to prey on a love that yearns to die, no time to live & doubt it, girl I'm worth the second chance. What have I done?
I believed in the world once in front of me, but now that's gone.

~Coheed and Cambria