Brown is the new Black

A letter to you on a casette, cause we don't write anymore.
We don't? Phooey. I knew this was pointless. No ads. No readers. No sense. I'll make an unbreakable promise of that, or I ain't broken.

Way Way

Don't you hate it, when you and your love are out, and you or they say something, with words you can never get back(but for wishing you could, later), and they fall into your stomachs as you both look up into the others eyes, sickened of feeling and no longer hungry; just a little more bitter, and the bonds a little more frayed, falling on the way.

Gray on Green

You think that was a review? That was marketing. It's all marketing now, opinion for sale, everybody must go. I don't know why you feel you have to see this or eat that or smoke whatever(me for me either). It's almost like we're being used, or something; well, whatever, I'll think about it after I have this three pattied cheeseburger, a smoke or five, and go see the lastest stolen cartoon movie based on the Cricket from Crux, who gets lost playing in outer space, winds up on Earth, and now has to save it from the June Bugs from beyond Betelguese.

One Trip

To Tryptophan!
May it soothe you,
and keep you all well,
when the key breaks off
into the deadbolt lock
of your holiday
hardened
heart.

Someday this will all make sense...

...keep dreaming Donnie, keep dreaming.

You are everything to them, or nothing, and either way you will never really know.
But some you will, it shines through, and then, how kind can you return kind, or how cruel can you go? I want to be good enough! To earn it every day. To be bond and bail for someone, and them for me(you know what I mean, you evil logic monkey; you want sense, read Jane Austen, but don't bore me with talk of it after please, thank you).
She was (re)born on the bayou(s), and getchy getchy boy crazy from go, but I can't talk, because we're all on the ride imperative, it's built into each and every deck. Long brown sinuous water, poisoned now, but what a wilderness once. Hack through that! You talkative despoilers of all, yak yak yak and yet we suffer still, stuck here in the mud of these middle ages of our evolution, as our technologies race on in front of us, and we burn dung for light where there is none.

93 miles high in Finnish

Troposphere,
Stratosphere,
Mesosphere,
Thermosphere,
Exosphere.
Exosphere,
Thermosphere,
Mesosphere,
Stratosphere,
Troposphere.

After spending nearly seven years in space and traveling more than 4.6 billion kilometers, NASA's Stardust spacecraft returns to Earth's atmosphere January 15, 2006, to release a capsule that will parachute to the ground, carrying precious samples of cometary and interstellar dust. Scientists believe the cargo will help answer basic questions about comets and the origins of the solar system. "Comets are some of the most informative occupants of the solar system," said Mary Cleave, associate administrator for NASA's Science Mission Directorate. "The more we can learn from science exploration missions like Stardust," she added, "the more we can prepare for human exploration to the moon, Mars and beyond." Stardust is the first spacecraft with the ability to retrieve samples obtained in deep space and return them to Earth for research.
The $168.4 million mission (not including the Delta 7426 launch vehicle) was launched from Cape Canaveral Air Force Station in Florida in February 1999. Stardust has circled the sun three times in nearly seven years.
"Our mission is called Stardust in part because we believe some of the particles in the comet will be older than the sun and planets that formed around other stars," said Stardust principle investigator Don Brownlee at a December 21 NASA briefing. "We call them stardust."

200+ million for some space dust? I'll have what they're having.

This ain't Nogales

"Integrity First(thing after the raping),
Service Before Self(but after the raping, right?),
and Excellence in All We Do(and we can fly too!)"

Pi Pie Pied

The next one of you to generalize....gets it. Hypocratic oaths flying by(what is that you ask?): first you do harm, then you blame them for making you have to do that(why'd you make me have to do that?). Excuse me waiter, there's a ghoul in my soup. I'm crushing you again, aren't I? You'll never know my dark side, and you and me both are glad it lives behind my back, his name is Bogey, man.

Water is for Wasting

<~ Do you see this fish?
This is where I want to live;
finally, my perfect pond.

An environmental group's analysis of drinking water records in 42 states finds an unprecedented amount of unregulated chemicals contained in the liquid.
The survey by the Environmental Working Group reveals 141 unregulated chemicals and an additional 119 in water, causing the Environmental Protection Agency to set health-based limits.
Most common among the chemicals found were disinfectant byproducts, nitrates, chloroform, barium, arsenic and copper.
The findings are compiled from those states that agreed to provide data they collected from 1998 to 2003. That data comes from nearly 40,000 water utilities, serving 231 million people. The utilities were required by federal law to report that data to consumers.
For the unregulated chemicals, EPA is still identifying and considering the potential risks for possible future regulations. Nineteen of those chemicals exceeded EPA's safety guidelines, which are not enforced, for tap water systems serving at least 10,000 people.
Jane Houlihan, EWG's vice president for research, says the group's findings show the United States allows millions of people to be exposed to some chemicals for which EPA either has never considered the risks or if it has, has no enforceable limits.
The top 10 states, listed in order of the most contaminants in their drinking water, are: California, Wisconsin, Arizona, Florida, North Carolina, Texas, New York, Nevada, Pennsylvania and Illinois.

It'd be a damn funny joke if I weren't crying so hard.

The Other Others

I hope you have white heat,
and the bulbs are all burning
in your loves yard-art lights;
that you are happiness itself.
But my guesses know better,
and I've never been married;
what better excuse to betray,
than the proximities of trusts?
The hand of blase now, always,
strikes down the glorious then,
and then how do we untangle,
in e-mails and redrumuicide,
in public and in the carpark,
on the way to checking outs.

The Board on Bored

Homer: "To alcohol(boredom)! The cause of, and solution to, all of(internet) life's problems."
If you're bored you're boring, or I could just be being mean(and dumb, basically I'm a mean dumb); I used to say it and my Mom would say, "Go clean your room" and I would pause and laugh and she would pause and deadpan, "Really, go clean your room". Not really, to the last part, but I usually did that or something else anyway and felt better for it, because you have to escape your pod sometimes, and any way's a good one(um, make that most ways, and quit picking at that!).
Come on kiss me on the myth. We need it so very much. I know you know I know; you know? Spiraling down the tornado from slow time days that will never end, to when will I get to be grown up and do all those things they won't let me do yet flaunt in my face in a thousand ways, and then bark or bite me when I do those very same things, in their very same ways. To fast time and the race rat, chewing holes in the insulation of the world to short it out and burn it all, down; to pay it back for our lost innocence and dying intuition, praying for a devil to sell your soul to, anything to live forever, forever.

The End of Submission

You can't stop me NSA! Booting me just before I hit publish won't get it done, and I'll have you know at least four eyes will see "this thing we do", so watch out buddy. I bet they're as bored as an actuary, but with better chairs and fat ass monitors, coffee iv's and the worlds best pharmaceutical speed, fosho.
Get on with your bad Bolivian self, I hope it works out for you and your people; better hire some good seguridad Jefe.
Santarchy in the Big Apple(don't mind the maggots) and the walking wounded; with forced car-pooling, how commie.
I hope it's sore enough to hold you down; but watch out for the tiger traps of lonely, and the dappled beasts, within and without.

26 Letters, Weirdness forever

There is no learning lesson so dear as the 'almost died', and even those we shadow and forget like a long lost spanking; then get on cruising for a (next!) bruising. Would you spit in my face? Or ask it of me? What do you make of the sweet sorrow that makes us want to hurt? Some are children of the silent curse, but some never knew it, what of them? I think we're just wild animals, with big heads and bigger britches; saddled by an overlarge capacity for 'stories', love for long green, toys and a sold out constitution. I said love three times now, but I only respect penguins on chicks in Antartica; we just fuck a lot.

Forgive my trespasses, and I'll try to forgive you in the next life after I've been shot in this one.

The US Navy Marine Mammal Program Plan

There are five marine mammal teams, each trained for a specific type of mission. Each human-animal team is known in military jargon by a "mark" number (MK for short); the five teams are called "MK 4", "MK 5", "MK 6", "MK 7", and "MK 8". The MK 4, 7 and 8 teams use dolphins; MK 5 uses sea lions, and MK 6 uses both sea lions and dolphins. These teams can be deployed at 72 hours notice by ship, aircraft, helicopter, and land vehicle to regional conflicts or staging areas around the world. Three of the marine mammal teams are trained to clear enemy sea mines, which constitute a major hazard to U.S. Navy ships. MK 4 uses dolphins to detect and mark the location of tethered sea mines floating off the bottom, while MK 7 dolphins are trained to detect and mark the location of mines on the sea floor or buried in sediment. The MK 8 team is trained to swiftly identify safe corridors for the initial landing of troops ashore. MK 5 is dedicated to the recovery of test equipment that is fired from ships or dropped from planes into the ocean and MK 6 uses dolphins and sea lions as sentries to protect harbor installations and ships against unauthorized human swimmers. In operation, a dolphin awaits a cue from its handler before starting to search a specific area using its natural echolocation. The dolphin reports back to its handler, giving particular responses to communicate whether a target object is detected. If a mine-like target is detected, the handler sends the dolphin to mark the location of the object so it can be avoided by Navy vessels or neutralized by Navy divers. Today, Bottlenose Dolphins and California Sea Lions are the main animals used, and are kept at the base in San Diego. Dolphins have powerful biological sonar, unmatched by artificial sonar technology in detecting objects in the water column and on the sea floor. Sea lions lack this, but have very sensitive underwater directional hearing and exceptional vision in low-light conditions. Both of these species are trainable and capable of repetitive deep diving. As of the late 1990s, about 140 marine mammals were part of the program.

(During Hurricane Katrina in 2005, there were media reports that some of the Navy's dolphins, equipped with poison dart guns and trained to attack hostile swimmers in the water, escaped when their containment area in Lake Pontchartrain was breached, posing a threat to swimmers. However, the Navy reported that all of its dolphins were accounted for, and that its only dolphin training centre is in San Diego, far from the area affected by Katrina. During the hurricane, some dolphins did escape from the Marine Life Oceanarium in Gulfport, Mississippi, and were subsequently recovered.)

Those crazy medias.

Hello, Telemarketeer Calling

Will Inspector Sands please come to the control room immediately.

They're coming for me. What will I say, when I don't even know what I've done, or am supposed to have done? It will so suck locked in that chair, with the bag that feels like drowning but isn't, but I guess if that's what it takes to be a Good American, I can do it. Tell my Family I Love Them, and that they were always the best, and my heart.

Laying in Houses(Books & Literature)

The Lowest Common Denominator slayed the Greatest Common Divisor, and you can't call factor in later to face our unstoppable vulgar fractions. You are relatively prime, and I am relatively easy, so let's make babies and be rude into our withering ends and our keratin kaputs from tying hairs, gnawing fingers, male pattern baldness, and the razors edge.
Moe: Arghh, eighteen wheels and they all miss me.
(Walking into traffic is not the answer.)

81 + 1(Djibouti)

Do I want to come?
Is this not 81 + 1?
I want to come and come again.
I want to see the worlds beyond the pale.

Blastcurves(The lonely plight of the strictly dickly)

I wish I could ease their pain(yeah, I stole it from "Field of Dreams", you got a problem with that?), all those women who are so lonely or frustrated or whatever they just want to turn into a red baby face and bawl it all better, and I guess it helps some, but the crux remains; men are the enemy and the ally both. The one who makes life worth living, or makes you wish you were dead; but I guess that goes both genders ways. Then why do all my sympathies lie with women? Oh yeah, because we lie cheat steal and kill for it, then leave it lay.

Hooke's Law(find the word, win the come)

Robert Hooke, (July 18, 1635 - March 3, 1703), one of the greatest experimental scientists of the seventeenth century, played an important role in the scientific revolution. Born in Freshwater on the Isle of Wight, Hooke received his early education at Westminster School. In 1653, Hooke won a place at Christ Church, Oxford. There he met Robert Boyle, and gained employment as his assistant. It is possible that Hooke formally stated Boyle's Law, as Boyle was not a mathematician. In 1660, he discovered Hooke's law of elasticity, which describes the linear variation of tension with extension in an elastic spring. In 1662, Hooke gained appointment as Curator of Experiments to the newly founded Royal Society, and took responsibility for experiments performed at its meetings. In 1665 he published a book entitled Micrographia, which contained a number of microscopic and telescopic observations, and some original biology. Indeed, Hooke coined the biological term cell -- so called because his observations of plant cells reminded him of monks' cells. Also in 1665 he gained appointment as Professor of Geometry at Gresham College. Robert Hooke also achieved fame as Surveyor to the City of London and chief assistant of Christopher Wren, helping to rebuild London after the Great Fire in 1666. He worked on designing the Royal Greenwich Observatoy and the infamous Bethlem Royal Hospital (which became known as 'Bedlam'). He did some more stuff after that, then died in London on the 3rd of March, 1703.

P.S. The "rabbit" is a Wolpertinger, which has nothing to do with anything, I just liked the picture.

At the Curb

I hope you find the one who abuses you just like you want,
and then makes it all better,
just like you need;
want and need being interchangeable.

(I didn't mean it bleak, it's just my house)

Damnit!(He's out of the box Baby!)

Kinky's not running for Governor to win, he's just running to get Willie(post IRS) rich, and more famous. What a Jew! Hey, if he can make fun of it I can. The Israelites are my favorite people, and I definitely want to be down with "The Chosen Ones" when this old world goes all "The Golden Child" on our poor asses; I wonder if they get beamed up directly when the traffic and water and pollution and mordida gets too bad, or what what? As Kinky says, "How hard could it be"?

You can't get back from here(trajectoria parabolica)

Was that your first paper read, or what? Because they haven't written their own stuff for years; don't even own themselves to do so, save for that Pulitzer they won that time about the man who saved the kittens from the burning building; there was no story when they were put to sleep in the pound though, and three people died, but hey, they do it all the time. "You see that babies ass"? If you stand on 377 you can see them all day long, because the Krogerite hive is just down the road, at least until the Walmarites slay them, rape their wives and eat their children; just like Darfur! I'm sorry for everything I can't change here and for my complicity in its wrongness; if only by tuning it out we could bring it all back, but then the rubber band snaps back on my minds wrist and I smile and listen to more music for lovers in wist.

Am Bien(Too much Oh)

She fears I am pulling away and I am, at talk of me and her and us, because we and our stuff are just another boring no hope for a subject, compared to us rubbing minds and making sparks and throwing it all down on the come line. I meant like craps but I know from spots, handprints and pulled hair, not stopping when so commanded not to. The crooks of arms and legs akimbo, with a head lying on your shoulder as you stroke her hair in the aurora of afterglow.

Late Night Scribble(No sense, Many ands)

Woo and lay waste and whoosh, gone away but for scars and memories and not even that after awhile, just a cold dark place in bed next to a stranger, locked together in a Sisyphusian sentence, forever; or not, then it's back to the game with no name but two backs and droughts and 'pass'ed on golden showers and very strange people who ask about your thoughts on anal as a second question after "Hi, how are you?", as you speed date with serial killers and wankers and never even know but intuit away from or hell cling to and claw for like you did for the one who broke your heart, or maybe even for the one who broke you, or the one who didn't; or it just died anyway, and now we die again in bars and super(not very)markets and work and at stoplights frozen in between moments, when we're looking off into/through space and our true thoughts come unbidden up out of the depths until they honk behind you and you blink, shake it off, and drive on.

Zelda wrote what Francis did claim.

Born in 1900, Zelda was known as a fearless child. Her school career was notable only for her failing grades and apathetic attitude regarding the consequences of her actions. She had few friends among girls, but enjoyed an active social life with many admirers. Her courtship with Francis Scott Fitzgerald was one riddled with obstacles. He resented that she dated other men while pledging her love to him; she was jealous of his writing ability. These rivalries festered throughout their subsequent marriage in 1920, which was punctuated with Scott's alcoholism and Zelda's schizophrenia. The birth of their only child, Frances "Scottie" Fitzgerald in 1921 did little to slow the pace of their lives. While living in France in 1924, Zelda had an affair with French aviator Edouard Jozan. She wrote a number of short stories beginning in 1925, many of which were published under her husband's name. Scott Fitzgerald drew largely upon his wife’s intense personality in his writings, often quoting direct segments of her personal diaries in his work. She never commented on this, other than a pithy remark in a review that “It seems to me that on one page I recognized a portion of an old diary of mine which mysteriously disappeared shortly after my marriage, and also scraps of letters which, though considerably edited, sound to me vaguely familiar. In fact, Mr. Fitzgerald—I believe that is how he spells his name—seems to believe that plagiarism begins at home.” At age 27, Zelda became obsessed with ballet, which she had studied as a girl. She rekindled her studies too late in life to become a truly exceptional dancer, but insisted on grueling daily practice that resulted in her physical and mental exhaustion. In 1930, she was admitted to a mental hospital and diagnosed as schizophrenic. She spent the remaining 18 years of her life in various stages of mental distress. In moments of lucidity she composed some of her best work, including her only novel, Save Me the Waltz, and numerous abstract paintings. She died in 1948 when the mental hospital she was in caught on fire.

Happiness vs. Intelligence

The family visits an animation convention, the Sick, Twisted, and Totally F***ed Up Animation Festival, and when Homer is there, he sees Animotion, an animated device that makes cartoons from human movements, and he likes it so much, he invests the family's life savings in Animotion. However, just after making the investment, the company goes into super-duper bankruptcy. To earn the family's life savings money back, Homer finds a job at a medical testing center. During one experiment, the doctors find what appears to be a crayon lodged in Homer's brain, which may explain why Homer is such an idiot. Homer thinks he had a crayon in his brain because he shoved an entire box of crayons up his nose as a child, but sneezed all of them out except for one. After the crayon removal, Homer's IQ goes up to 105 points, which allows him to form a bond with Lisa (not to mention he accidentally proves that God doesn't exist while trying to create a flat tax), but when the nuclear plant is exposed for having a strong record of safety violations, the plant is forced to close down and lay off all employees. Homer's friends reject him rapidly, and Homer is even burned in effigy at Moe's Tavern. Lisa tries to sum up that as you get smarter, happiness goes down. It's up to Homer to get a crayon back in his brain, with the aid of Moe—who says he is an unlicensed surgeon—and become his usual stupid self again. Before the surgery, Homer writes Lisa a letter stating that he now understands what it is like to be smart like Lisa. Instead of being mad at her father, the episode ends with Lisa embracing Homer.

Slow Release

I don't feel sorry for Tookie, he made his bed and now he gets what we all want, to know the hour of our death, if not strapped down on a gurney and given a lethal cocktail, granted; but I do feel sorry for us for killing him. Such good little hypocrites we are. It's okay for us to run the world and our own house behind the barrel of a gun, but heaven help us if one of the help or foreign proxies picks up one and wants something more than his or her station; and you can never change the station. No excuses though, we all have it coming, or will have by our own end.

Principal Homogeneous Space

Principal homogeneous space:

In mathematics, a principal homogeneous space, or G-torsor, for a group G is a set X on which G acts freely and transitively. That is, X is a homogeneous space for G such that the stabilizer of any point is trivial.

An analogous definition holds in other categories where:

G is a topological group, X is a topological space and the action is continuous,
G is a Lie group, X is a smooth manifold and the action is smooth,
G is an algebraic group, X is an algebraic variety and the action is regular.

If G is nonabelian then one must distinguish between left and right torsors according to whether the action is on the left or right. For concreteness, we will use right actions. To state the definition more explicitly, X is a G-torsor if there is a map (in the appropriate category) X × G → X such that for all x ∈ X and all g, h ∈ G and such that the map X × G → X × X given by ? is an isomorphism. Note that this means X and G are isomorphic, however — and this is the essential point — there is no preferred 'identity' point in X. That is, X looks exactly like G but we have forgotten which point is the identity. This concept is often used in mathematics as a way of passing to a more intrinsic point of view, under the heading 'throw away the origin'. Since X is not a group we cannot add elements; we can, however, take their 'difference'. That is, there is a map X × X → G which sends (x,y) to the unique element g ∈ G such that y = x·g.

Every group G can itself be thought of as a left or right G-torsor under the natural action of left or right multiplication. Another example is the affine space concept: the idea of the affine space A underlying a vector space V can be said succinctly by saying that A is principal homogeneous space for V acting as the additive group of translations. Given a vector space V we can take G to be the general linear group GL(V), and X to be the set of all (ordered) bases of V. Then G acts on X in the way that it acts on vectors of V; and it acts transitively since any basis can be transformed via G to any other. What is more, a linear transformation fixing each vector of a basis will fix all v in V, hence being the neutral element of the general linear group GL(V) : so that X is indeed a principal homogeneous space. One way to follow basis-dependence in a linear algebra argument is to track variables x in X.

The principal homogeneous space concept is a special case of that of principal bundle: it means a principal bundle with base a single point. In other words the local theory of principal bundles is that of a family of principal homogeneous spaces depending on some parameters in the base. The 'origin' can be supplied by a section of the bundle - such sections are usually assumed to exist locally on the base - the bundle being locally trivial, so that the local structure is that of a cartesian product. But sections will often not exist globally. For example a differential manifold M has a principal bundle of frames associated to its tangent bundle. A global section will exist, tautologically, only when M is parallelizable; which implies strong topological restrictions.
In number theory there is a (superficially different) reason to consider principal homogeneous spaces, for elliptic curves E defined over a field K (and more general abelian varieties). Once this was understood various other examples were collected under the heading, for other algebraic groups: quadratic forms for orthogonal groups, and Severi-Brauer varieties for projective linear groups being two. The reason of the interest for Diophantine equations, in the elliptic curve case, is that K may not be algebraically closed. There can exist curves C that have no point defined over K, and which become isomorphic over a larger field to E, which by definition has a point over K to serve as identity element for its addition law. That is, for this case we should distinguish C that have genus 1, from elliptic curves E that have a K-point (or, in other words, provide a Diophantine equation that has a solution in K). The curves C turn out to be torsors over E, and form a set carrying a rich structure in the case that K is a number field (the theory of the Selmer group). In fact a typical plane cubic curve C over Q has no particular reason to have a rational point; the standard Weierstrass model always does, namely the point at infinity, but you need a point over K to put C into that form over K. This theory has been developed with great attention to local analysis, leading to the definition of the Tate-Shafarevich group. In general the approach of taking the torsor theory, easy over an algebraically closed field, and trying to get back 'down' to a smaller field is an aspect of descent. It leads at once to questions of Galois cohomology, since the torsors represent classes in group cohomology H1.

The term torsor is also used without the transitivity condition, especially in sheaf theory. In that case, we talk about a (right) G-torsor E on a space X (X a scheme/manifold/topological space etc.) being a space E with a free (right, say) G action such that the map is a bijection in the appropriate category. When we are in the smooth category, then a G-torsor (for G a Lie group) is then precisely a principal G bundle. Torsors in this sense correspond to classes in the cohomology H1(X,G).

http://math.ucr.edu/home/baez/torsors.html ~ Have fun with this all you kind kids and beautiful babies! Why won't it stay tiny?

Venus Transistor

Venus goes brilliant winter beacon, and falls, to take its place as the morning star, before rising back into the evening stellar, when we tilt summer, again; from the top! And the moon makes way for Mars. We are at perigee, and the moon is as close as she gets a month, before she goes(apogee) and then, comes again. A couple of days from full.

BP blows up a Lot(rereDreamDream)

Convict caught for a donut need in Georgia(or some red somewhere) after running off from Orlando after doing something; who can keep up with the comedy of terrors and errors and the blur of bleeding leading next, and into later that night with dreams not your own or check the doors and heaven help us from heaven and hosts and guests(and our own) and the undressed coming at you in stressed pleas to release what cannot even be expressed but if only in dreams and mutual liftoff's and two hips struck like the anvil rises to the hammers fall, recoil, refall.

Just a blip on the UAV(Kandinsky)

I believe in crazy walks and smiles that make you wonder what they're on, preferably just passing by and just, for the hell of it. Money is the Jesus of politics, and God is power and kung-fu grip, and the Holy Ghost is the vapor trail of ourselves, smeared across the sky of time, and then, the wall. Got to hit that! Got to go.

Richard Pryor es Muerto.

Bow yo' head!(yeah yeah yeah, I know you're thinking(in the words of the Goodie Mobb) "it's just another nigger to me"), but you'ont(do not) know shit. He was seminal, and had some kids too; his work was seminal, you dirty seeded minded fool. My umber brother-from another mother-fucker in your face-World! Here's to all those girls missing friends, isn't it odd how you can get two of them together from forever ago and it'll be missing twin time, where a thousand stories will meet the other half of their beginning and end, spilling like water, make that dirty wine and cigarettes, beer and maybe a shot of this or that and a squeezed almond Di Saronno ending; rolling up windows on the boys after they make the play play that is the imperative, evidently; don't they know that ignoring in plain sight is irresistible? Human Nature 101. Isn't it odd how girls can be talking wherever, and you can be standing right next to them, and yet the talk will remain in their little bubble of conversation? Skills!

Bus 67-Red Crystal Road

I'm not a writer I just spew a lot. Hey! Aren't I clever(he means not) too, no wonder I think about eating the gun I don't possess, but I know where to get one, in everybody else's abodes, just watch you drive away, in and out like a shot(ha); Bang Bang, my fine hated friend, but that's okay because I know you hate me back. We're all so wannabe rich and famous for a lifestyle choice and never have to worry about any choice met except for who you shit/shat on and spit/spite on and laugh at and befriend and bed and oppress and fuck and then kick off your boat in the Gulf of Wherever, hereafter, this will all be known as Gulf and we Gulfstreamers, floating self protected(ha) in our streams in bubble boy and girl poses, while we all bounce off each other like molecules in a bell jar under high heat. See? More stew. I guess all you can really do, is put one in front of the other until you can't anymore. Bigger Theist dreams wetly in deep sweet slumber safe in the bed of righteous sectarian surety, knowing that "the right people" are in control of the twin machines, politics and commerce; and what's tomorrow compared to the wire transfers and billable hours of today? We'll fix the air later, when it's economically feasible with the new technologies, and for fresh water we can siphon it off of the dying glaciers. How I long for monies end; and maybe when we've been culled back by our reckless disregard for all but fast forward, we may begin again, better for failing this one last more time. If you tell them to their face you aren't worthy, are you still liable when they don't believe you?

Huh(Sulfur Burning)

All the movies you'll want to love the most will leave you feeling wronged, and people are even worse for the wanting, they'll take you to high places in the sweet caress and kisses of warm updrafts, to drop you on your cold hard head. Does it have to be that way, us all polar and consolidated, unbreakably coded nuts, or does Love exist in space and time beyond our heads and buzz? I always thought it did, when I panted inside, or longed for them like a word that doesn't have a word for it but everybody knows just what you mean, also in the head, but worse, for not having a worse pain there to draw the pain away from the true pain, psychosomatica, my own homemade orange crushed crush. It is all in our heads, but sharing really is everything; share the joy, hide the pain, lie in love and get it as a bed, because I'm glad to see you, glad you see me. (Sulfur Burning: Looks like a Venus de Milo broke leg, with an ass up twist and mostly melted away; to me. As always, sorry for the southern shiv of badly written twist in the ribs ya'll!) suckas!

I only do No

What part of my daily suicide pondering regimen, did you not quite understand? It's my own fault, never give a sucker an even break, especially your damn self. I ain't It, never was or will be, but for maybe in your dreams self-directed in your night. Be like all the rest, brush your hands like you don't mind and turn it into fairy dust of not caring, like we all do so, so damn well; then breathe, now you are inoculated, but your child saw the whole thing and learned lots too, like they do, while you was/are/were going "Shit! What is up with this/that/the other, thing/thang/ and things?". I promise only that I'll repeat myself often, and reprise everything twice, then I can die clean, and no body or baby can stop me. Lmg. No Police! Just get me to an Editor.

Monkey Grrls

Girls born in the year of the monkey are always in high spirit and full of glamour. Wherever they go, they bring happiness to everyone. Witty and agreeable, they are good partners. At exciting evening parties, recreational activities and sumptuous banquets, you can't miss their busy figures! They are talented in imitating and acting. Always cheerful and energetic, they go straight toward their life aims with indomitable spirits. They never tell their secrets to those who are not their friends, though they speak in a loud voice.
Though fun lovers, they never waste time in doing something to no avail. They're good at using well-chosen fictions when chatting with different people on different occasions, and taking advantage of other people's weaknesses to control them. As they are perfectionists, it's difficult for their inferiors to please them or take money out of their pockets, unless they have done something perfectly.
Always neatly dressed, women born in the year of the monkey are particular about their appearance, especially their hair styles. By the way, overusing cosmetics may make their skin rough, because it is easy for them to get allergic reactions.

Corn!

Continuing coverage of the Winter Storm

Ha, you drive so lame, flipped suv's everywhere! Space station simulators selected by the sprocket engineers, forcing foreign spaceshots with satellite payloads up, trashtrucks all. The 1737 Calcutta Cyclone, cut a swath of noise back to England and beyond; but there were only 20,000 people there then, so how did 300,ooo people and 20,ooo ships perish? Ah, the lovely dirty water taste of news, it's forever! Well, the rumors anyway. Forever.

My stones(I'm crushing you)

I like Opals, Amber, and conflict Diamonds. 12,000 tankers pass through Galicia a year, and when the Cadiz calls again, no more fish. London is Isla de Bustle; Berlin never knew, but I say it's crazy kitsch; Amdam or Adam, is Central Station, pulleys, and the spokes of the canals. Half will love you, half will hate you, and half won't care; cut it into thirds if you like, I don't scare, and I know exactly what I was trying to say; now I'll say something else dumb, and wrap it with a pretty pink bow, send it with a kiss.

What I'm Reading...

Irvine Welsh,
Damon Runyon;
and no, not Wiki.

Happy World Aids Day!

Say the word monkey a thousand times, now you have peace; but the game never ever ends. I don't want to hear or sing any sweet songs, it brings on thunder, and where there's thunder. You have to be guarded but open, because you never know when or where you'll be cast as foe and set upon, or meet your new best friend; drop the d if you prefer. We are all rock stars, but we fall so easy into dirt, and we don't know what all. I'm sorry I can't solve your quadratic equation; or staunch the bloody knowing. Romeo and Juliet play forever, from small town nowheres, Siena/Verona to Avon, Stratford-upon. Shine or turn all mood ring black, someone will always love you for it and their twin will hate you for your face on sight, first.

Greens Keepers "Lotion"

I'm looking down the hole, you're looking up at me
You're cold and tired, that is easy to see
Lower the rope to you, a bucket on the line
Your membrane will be soft and smooth, and your heart will be mine
It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again
It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again
Yes Precious, it gets the hose
Oooh ooh ooh
Oooh ooh ooh
The look inside your eyes drives me from control
Evoking visions, of my favorite casserole
And if I eat your heart, I'll also bite your soul
And when I'm done with that, I'll use your skull as a bowl
It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again
It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again
It gets the hose
It puts the lotion in the basket
It puts the lotion in the basket
It puts the lotion in the basket
Yes it does
Put the lotion in the basket
Put the lotion in the basket
Put the lotion in the basket now
Put the lotion in the basket now
Yes it does
Oooh, ooh, ooh
Oooh, ooh, ooh
The night is very cold, I'm feeling kind of weak
I think I'll make myself a cap from your right buttocks cheek
And then I will go walking with my little dog
And then I'll bury you, underneath a log
It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again
It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again
Yes it does, Precious
It puts the lotion in the basket
It should put the lotion in the basket
Oh put the lotion in the fucking basket, bitch
Put the lotion in the basket
Oooh ooh ooh
Oooh ooh ooh
Oooh ooh ooh