Go Redskins

There is so much wrong with this country.
Sometimes it leaves me so very ashamed.
A president who stands for greed and exploitation
holds a flag, nothing more than a sentimental rag
Used to clean up the puke of the rock and roll
Politicians who can't be trusted at their own party.
Parties that separate the kool from the losers and
Leave out those in between who dont see eye to eye
With the glossy prom queens or the pimply nose-pickers.
And each side sees the brown grass the other sells
As some sort of low-carb salad or cure for genital warts.
And who has the time to care for these fissures that cut
As they conquer and split up those siblings who rival
For the attention and love and support from an origin,
Disaffected and neglectful of the life they've created.
An origin which they will grow to reject, as they swear
To themselves a new "brighter" future where Love
Won't be outlawed or socially officiated through tax cuts
And a thumbs up from Regis or Oprah or Dr Phil, and won't
Merit the attention from Springer or some other celebrity
Cashing in on the mental decay of the middle class slum puppy.
So the sun goes behind the clouds and cries for the linear minds
That can't seem to feel the warmth of their imcompetence
As it trickles down their pantleg in yellow streams of patriotism.

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Did you know wordsworth could hold up to 200 lines of poetry in head head before he had to write anything down? Did you also know that he did most of his composing while walking?
Isnt that really kool? I think so. =-)

Sad Songs And Waltzes

I'm writing a song all about you.
A true song as real as my tears.
But you've no need to fear it
Cause no one will hear it.

Sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year.
I'll tell all about how you cheated.
I'd like for the whole world to hear.
I'd like to get even
With you cause you're leavin'.

But sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year.
It's a good thing that I'm not a star.
You don't know how lucky you are.
Though my record may say it,
No one will play it.

Sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year.
It's a good thing that I'm not a star.
You don't know how lucky you are.

--Cake

What is it like to be new? To have the energy and enthusiasm to approach everything as if it held the secret to happiness; possibility in the wind.

Something about today feels new. Today is christina's birthday, making her officially 19 years old. I feel like a senior citizen. Not just because I've taken to frequent napping or early dining, but because today marks the final count-down week of my teens. Everything important to me happened during my teen years. First boyfriends, first plays, so much of my fondest memories... all teenage escapades.

I know the song doesnt exactly go with my entry thus far, but at the same time that I'm feeling positive and optimistic toward the day, the day so far as been kinda a string of absences. Plus I mean, what would any birthday be, without a little cake?

oh ok I'm sorry. (no i'm really not) I am intrinsically no good.

All Your Life

There are days there are times there are places you know
There are faces and voices and prints in the snow
There are words that have meaning and ones that don't
There are people to love you and people who won't

In the night when it's dark and it's thick and it's cold
And you're starving for arms to have you and hold

The days and times and places and faces
The voices and prints and words and people
The love and the night and the arms and the cold

None of it melts none of it dies
It'll never be hollowed by maggots and flies

The pictures you take that come out all blurry
Will get lost and forgotten and erased in a hurry
Cuz none of that mattered despite its exposure
And none of it helps when you're seeking closure
Trying to escape the glimpse you got caught in
That's sown on and scarred your very being

None of it melts and none of it dies
It'll never be hollowed by maggots and flies

--me

So here I am being ADD and totally not getting away with it. But I've been reading a lot of lit theory and philosophy as a way of speedily getting myself up to date for this exam, and so now I'm haunted with shadows of intentionality and repression and truth as tropes.

So here is the notorious "second paragraph" that everyone is talking about but no one knows how to handle. Taking a break from not doing any work to reflect, I realize that there are many woman in this world that just don't see the world as I do. And I respect that, mostly- because I think that my personal beliefs are specific to me and that those beliefs no matter how firmly I hold myself to them, should not be mandated and imposed on others. However that's the kind of world we live in, a world where black and white characterizations and stone etchings create patriots and good ol' boys, and heretics, and dissenters, and few are so clearly gray that they cannot be generalized into one group or another.

would you eat the moon if it were made of ribs?
it's a simple question, say yes and we'll move on.

"im just trying to be cute
and you're just being mean"

i'll learn what sexy means one of these days... and it'll be good!