"Society produces rogues, education makes one rogue cleverer than another"
~Oscar Wilde~

i told you, so...
he is thinking at this moment
as she buys another round
he hopes so has it coming
she is telling him goodbye
now hes drinking for a reason
and she knows the reason why...

so why'd you have to fuck him
if you couldnt make it home
so easy love forgotten
couldnt mean much after all

they laughed because its funny
he laughed for something to do
they mention it from time to time
he has another beer...

they didnt mind her showing
she didnt see them there
they took pictures i have seen 'em
she is laying on the table
the felt matches with her hair...

so is it re-occuring?
if so then nothing's there
but how could he forgive her
if shes couldnt care at all

~your words of love have changed~
under the moon-light; desert sand
under my shoe size; sizing up the Man
under a locked-key; broken my hand
undstand--under me--under you...

under the door-step; carved and ive bled
understood about half of what she said
underthings: laying under the bed
understand--under me--under you...

...tell me once more about it...
...tell me things that you do...
...tell my mother ive had sex...
...tell them all it was you...

under the blankets; still turning blue
under estimated by most of of you
underlings; savage see thru
understand--under me--under you...

QUOTE OF THE DAY

"The executive branch of the federal government has apparently enabled a lethal surprise attack with mass murder against two of the founding thirteen colonies, New York and Virginia. By such an act, the federal government would grossly violate and void its contract with the states, and abrogate its own constitutional rights and privileges. Even if you do not accept the complicity argument, it has failed to protect its largest city from the consequences of its overweening foreign policies.

Like a loose handgun, our Federal government has backfired on its owners, the States. The executive has gone to war in defiance of the Constitution, and Congress has abdicated its war-making authority on at least 200 occasions since 1945, according to the Federation of American Scientists. The federal government has proven utterly incapable and unwilling to remedy its chronic and world-threatening sickness "

It seems apropos to conclude: "if you are part of the problem, then you are not part of the solution." The solution then lies with the people themselves and not with any US government agency, least of all the Executive Branch."
---Nafeez Mosaddeq Ahmed, Executive Director of the Institute for Policy Research & Development, Brighton, England

Greetings Virgo
Here is your horoscope for the week of March 8 through March 14

Take extra care on Monday when Mercury, your ruling planet, makes a challenging aspect to Pluto. You might get much more than you bargained for, if you accidentally step on anyone's toes. There is the chance that your partner could let loose some deep-seated feelings that they've been bottling up. Take extra care, as even the slightest remark could have a devastating effect. Venus aspects Uranus on Tuesday, so if you get sent packing, you may find solace in a new friendship.

hold the phone

take a message; im all out of temptation; i put this off for way too long; cant feel my fingers; they told me im bleeding; somewhere down by the river; say that you see me; but your not even breathing; when can i wake from this nightmare im living...

the hole; swollen masses; they come without asking; the winter is passed and im not sure what im doing here...

fake for the foolish; elitist, stop drooling; im lost somewhere off in a song; a slight whisper tingling; the horror--that feeling; im down my the river tonite; say what your thinking; think you can break me; but im bright eyed and living a lie...

barely listening
shake your head
pretend you didnt see
the telephone ringing
and caller ID telling you its me...

wait...no...

im so much better in the un-typical way
i still bring you flowers; you still make my day
so whats the bother, where have i gone wrong
another bleeding heart of a romance already gone...

so what if i screwed it up; so what if my bowels bleed on a daily basis; so much blood and gore; aching heart an open sore; festering wounds that cannot get healed; everyday another layer gets peeled; backwards and forwards; surprising the lot of us; nothing but cowards and im locked in the trunk...

bob#1

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Joined: 24 Feb 2004
Posts: 4 Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2004 1:38 am Post subject: House of the Falling Son

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...i hear over and over how Baby Bush did 'such a great job' in the wake of 9/11...HE HID ON A [edited out] AIRPLANE AND DIDNT COME DOWN FOR 3 DAYS!!!!!!...while the rest of us looked to the sky to see if there were anymore planes barrelling down at us, he was LAUGHNG HIS [edited out] [hand] OFF in airforce one...shit, i wouldnt be surprised if he was on it PRIOR to the first strike!!!...

...i get lost in my own anger on this subject, so if i start rambling...sorry!

...point1) i know for a fact that the US government can read the license plate number off a speeding vehicle in real-time if it wants...HOW CAN SOMETHING AS BIG AS THE PLANS FOR ATTACKING THE US SLIP UNDER THE COLLECTIVE RADAR OF THE US GOVERNMENT???? ...we know also that {and this is applicable due to the media's own comparison of the 2 events} the plans for PEARL HARBOR were known WEEKS in advance, but FDR---knowing that his New Deal had failed and desperate to get America into WWII--- SAID NOTHING...not only had we already broken the Japanese codes but they sent an OFFICIAL ENVOY to the president demanding a cease to our embargo---an accepted Act of War according to the League of Nations...but what does that matter, we didnt join it, right?
...point2) Baby Bush WAS NEVER LEGALLY ELECTED!!! he lost, by last count, by some 6k votes DESPITE his brother expelling some 200k african-americans and old jewish women---ALL REGISTERED DEMOCRATS--- from the voter roll's

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...the "PATRIOT" ACT took away 15% of the everyday american's civil liberties...WE ARE NO LONGER THE LAND OF THE FREE...we have succombed to our own stupidity...the government was allowed to effectively stereotype, disregard sanctity of person and property, eavesdrop....SPY ON ITS OWN POPULATION!!!!...we can no longer retaliate, protest, or argue against the government...the 3 things our founding fathers tried desperately to preserve for us...the right to bare arms was garunteed us so that we may raise up and put the federal government in its place if need be...we were told, no...ENCOURAGED to stage a coup de tat if we felt that the government was getting out of hand...and it has!...oh, i know the rhetoric about 'its better than anywhere else'...but so what...does that mean we should simply LET it go on out of hand...if a child steals, do you say "atleast he's not killing anyone today" and let him go on? ...besides, thanks to the PATRIOT Act...ITS NO BETTER THAN ANYWHERE ELSE!!!!! not anymore! we, the people of the united states of america are sworn to defend the constitution by all those pledges of alligence's we took in grade school...we are summoned by the founding fathers, by the blood shed by countless millions in defense of said constitution to do the same, only this time we must fight the government itself...we must slay the creature the federal government has become...for our fathers...for our childeren...



Eb
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"society produces rogues; its education which make one rogue more clever than another...!" ~oscar wilde~

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:city by the bay:
...wouldnt you just figure...ive been talking and talking about moving to sf and just before i do...{drum roll}...i meet and get attracted/attatched to a grrrl that makes me want to re-consider my a-sexual ways... ...but thats the best part, we dont have to fret over the day-to-day boring "boy-grrrl" stuff...we just have a blast...its actually more akin to a playground friendship, forged in mud and fed by scraped knees and howling screams for mommy... ...so what do i do??? i give her the bird! \i|ii aye carumba! im fruggin' 're-tah-ded'!


admend.1: the saddest looking man on Lincoln with a cardboard sign that read simply, "Help" is the proud receiptent of a turkey burger, fries, and soda fromthis great deli on irving...way to go guy!

{a bold statement}

...its not always darkest just before dawn...have no idea where i am...i feel them out there in the dark...waiting to turn me into another media-feeding-frenzy-happy-meal to go...would you like to super size that for just 59 cents?!...there is always the edge i feel too, off to the left somewhere...dont know where it goes or to whom; but it may be my best choice soon...and all i need is a fucking hand/out in the cold...that little effort willingly put forward...step to the left...the edge is right there...and they're getting closer and closer...

...to be continued?

a shared IM
in the solace of a corporate wash-room; behind the locked doors of the last stall...probably the kewlest person i know gave this brief description of me {it would be conceeded of me to try to speak highly of myself in a bragging way and im told that i never do justice to myself}

"how would you describe me to someone {be nice, but honest} in a well rounded "summed up" kinda way?
GRRRL: hmmm independant eccentric deep..."
ME: "'wild rivers'-deep or marinara-trench?"
GRRRL: "red sea" GRRRL: "murky and mysterious"
ME: "i could be parted by a prophet :p ...to sum up?"
GRRRL: "persistant being, LIFE...LOVE....REGRET....to some complete chaos, others the chaos which makes him complete"

and all i could come up with was to call her my little bumble bee and quote a burnt-out hippie {sorry doc}...no matter what you attached the title to, you'll always be my lil chicken-of-habit...my habit

a private moment...broadcasted over the internet

a look at the sky and the warrior's in bloom
think to myself {still think of you}
couldnt we have shared this
couldnt you proved me wrong
made this something special
instead of being gone
a small bite that soon gone
a little tingling in my arm
the host is an itch
the substence is calm
my love is a bitch
my reaction bar none

and where in this passion flower
is the mighty love turned so sour
she sleeps without an after thought
no hiccup or burp
and yeah i still think that i am god
you never learn

so thank you to the painter of the sunrise
and the sunset and the sky
those hills touched with magic
the creek is beauty defined
all this i assume is for me
this world is mine

...tell you what...given some fair amount of time, all things become illogical...we either suppress this unadulterated truth in our sick demented personal concept of reality...or we never achieve the level of comprehension of an actual mature adult of the human gens...

...quick question:
anyone know exactly how many hours being awake straight-thru before one is clinically insane and can no longer be held accountable for ones own actions?

{like you joggers who run around, and round...}

there's this point i seek and its just out of reach
like the horizon it moves further away
but something tells me im somehow closer
that the end may be near
but The End, that final curtain call
no vision makes it clear
that may be the only end at all

{"mind warp..." "-infinity!"}
...as if in some vain attempt to erase the sky
threads of stratus clouds stretch towards the east
and the low mumbling wind starts a conversation with the trees
the sun retraces the stumbling-drunk footsteps of the moon
letting all who care to know or vaguely wonder
in matters of light and good manners
it is god and exerts its rule...
but for all its burning fierce vain--glory
it has not a strand of light thats conscience
does not know, cannot feel
does what it does and thats all that there is
...but the moon has its moods
and gets drunk all the time
with the faint glow of Big Brother bounced off in reflection
that wild, cantankerous moon, once drunk, will rebel against your standards
and hanging low in the late-day sky, smile in quite bemusement...as he has today...
and the great owl who hears his laughter
awakens too early from his own deep slumber
howling disapproval for the misleading humour and goes back under
that sleep which is desperately attempting to annex the world
...and late it the summer those clouds disappear
over horizons that never grow near...
on its bank sits the old man we know of as Time
...just as immortal/immoral as fate is blind...
that bitch of a wife of his who talks in her sleep...
hes running away but she stallks him like me
i just want to talk with him, ask what It means...

...are we some experiment in an 8th grade science fair 3rd prize?
or are they true, all those creationist theories?
god, or is it George?, did it all with a purpose in mind
if he didnt want me to question it than he shouldnt've put one in mine
this instant we concieve of as all that the is
this world in even our universe not much more than a blip
could be nothing more than a fart of some other exsistence
always get stuck in this line of thinking
on what defies my reasoning
that damnable but wonderful thing
we given the name of infinity

...but so what?
would understanding be gotten from seeing it there
if knowing doesnt bring reason; and who fuckin' cares!?
look with those portals to the world that you know
even if its just in yer head or a late-night cable-access show
its here and its beautiful and you must somehow try to live in it
worry about the other things if you survive yer own death...

{quote for the week}

If being an egomaniac means I believe in what I do and in my art or music, then in that respect you can call me that ... I believe in what I do, and Ill say it.
Author: John Lennon

never thought much of zambize

claw away at these straps of leather
sneak out to the night
never a thought or care for the weather
how you live is your right

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dont need it now but now more than ever
for having a thing makes not needing it better

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demanding to know the forecast from a very stubborn wall
all told/ its not better/ said we'd be better off
taste murder in the back of my throat
for this need to love a girl
there's some hidden scar like a vegas marquee
1 time only and history, try to be original-try sticking around

Security

security...what does this word mean in relation to life as we know it today? for the most part, it means safety and freedom from worry. it is said to be the end that all men strive for; but is security a utopian goal or is it another word for 'rut?
let us visualize the secure man; and by this term, i mean a man who has settled for finacial and personal security for his goal in life. in general, he is a man who has pushed ambition and initiative aside and settled down, so to speak, in a boring, but safe and comfortable rut for the rest of his life. his future is but an extension of his present, and he accepts it as such with a complacent shrug of his shoulders. his ideas and ideals are those of society in general and he is accepted as a 'respectable', but average and prosaic man. but is he a man? has he any self-respect or pride in himself? how could he when he risked nothing and gained nothing? what does he think when he sees his youthful dreams of adventure, accomplishment, travel, and romance buried under the cloak of conformity? how does he feel when he realizes that he has barely tasted the meal of life; when he sees the prison he has made for himself in pursuit of the almighty dollar? if he thinks this is all well and good, but think of the tragedy of a man who has sacrificed his freedom on the alter of security, and wishes he could turn back the hands of time. a man is to be pitied who lacked the courage to accept the challenge of freedom and depart from the cushion of 'security' and see life as it is instead of living it second-hand. life has by-passed this man and he has watched from a secure place, afraid to seek anything better. what has he done except to sit and wait for the tomorrow which never comes?
turn back the pages of history and see the men who have shaped the destiny of the world. security was never theirs, but thye lived rather than 'exsisted'. where would the world be if all men sought security and had not taken risks or gambled with thier lives on the chance that, if they won, life would be different and richer? it is from the bystanders (who are in the vast majority) that we recieve the propaganda that life is not worth living, that life is a drudgery, that the ambitions of youth must be laid aside from a life which is but a painful wait for death. these are the ones who squeeze what excitement they can from a life out of imaginations and experiences of others through books and movies. these are the insignificant and forgotten men who preach conformity because it is all they know. these are the men who dream at night of what could have been, but wake at dawn to take their places in the now-familiar rut and to merely exsist through another day. for them, the romance of life is long dead and they are forced to go through the years on a tread-mill, cursing their exsistance, yet afraid to die because of the unknown which faces them after death. they lacked the only true courage: the kind which enables men to face the unknown regardless of the consequences.
as an after thought, it seems hardly proper to write of life without once mentioning happiness; so we shall let you, the reader, answer this question for your himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived, or he who has stayed "secure"-ly on shore and merely 'exsisted'?
-Hunter S. Thompson

...generated de-generate...
im at a loss and close to the edge
dirty the memory dont dirty the bed
feel i dont want to too soon to say
removed from the darkness removal of me
cognative lately and its too soon to tell
star revalation for a happy meal-
i
dont
think
so...

ive misplaced my hate
still fall in debate
i know you hate that dont you...
im all out of time
with reasons not mine
dont deny i ever loved you...
dont you
dont you...

competion runner ran for government
how could you forget her despite the medicine
i am really alright i am really aright i am really... :|

fuck you too, dad
im suddenly angry and i radiate heat
so blessed with the error i had to bleed
thank you for knowing but not about me
hungry words can shred your make-believe

salivate the chance; wounding first glance
toppeled more than this; i am...

having fun...
but i cant be more than this...

selective amniesia; so sure cant recall
rejoice if only provoked by us all
so easy to say 'its all your fault'
yesterday, or today-its the same despite it all...

purchased a brand new life; branded and despised
so, no its not just kicks; meanwhile i'm...

-c.

pointed at sunset
keep on heading west
might just get some rest
but iam...

-slow c.