Declare Victory and Get Out

Shares in internet search giant Google fell 10% on Tuesday after finance officer George Reyes said overall growth was slowing. He told investors at a conference that the company would have to find new ways to grow revenues. Nearly all Google advertising revenue comes from a pay-per-click ads system. Shares in Google were down more than $39 to about $350 on Nasdaq, and dragged down shares in rival Yahoo by 3% to $31.74. Uh huh, don't make me post about you again! Although, I won't be happy until you're trading at a tenth of that; baby steps.

Hunger Brother 1

Pay me! In biting, the change. Pimped up and ho's down; how the fuck you gonna run a right world when you keep trying endlessly to subjugate half of the population? Just because they aren't afraid to show more, how much they need us? And then say you're the stronger gender? NP. I disagree most vehemently, and another way of saying that is "Switch, Off." I don't buy it and don't want to hear the sales pitches either, soft or hard, you're weak and those shoulders are just that; bigger is not always better, just ask the dinosaurs; oh yeah, we just talk to them in sweet crude bio-enhanced pulls on the straw, wasting the water which you will soon find greater than any gold, or platinum band. Women bear the majority of the scars and most of the brunts and a lot of the weights, and then have to make it all better for the child called you, and the children you wished most of the time you had never made; and how do they lug those babies on their hips like that? It makes my arms tired and my back curve at the sight of it, not to mention the song that begins and ends with "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy." Studs.

Go Dutch Go

Chocolate lovers, take heart: Dutch research suggests that eating or drinking cocoa appears to lower blood pressure and even reduce the death risks for older men.
Since the 1700s, cocoa has been associated with healthy hearts, but only recently has scientific evidence backed up these claims, according to a new report in the Feb. 27 issue of the Archives of Internal Medicine.
According to the study, cocoa contains flavan-3-ols, which have been linked to lower blood pressure and improved function of the cells lining the blood vessels.
In their study, researchers led by Brian Buijsse, of the National Institute for Public Health and the Environment, in Bilthoven, examined links between cocoa and cardiovascular health in 470 men aged 65 to 84 years. The men had physical examinations and were interviewed about their diet at the start of the study in 1985 and then again in 1990 and 1995.
The researchers found that over a 15-year period, men who ate cocoa -- including chocolate -- regularly had significantly lower blood pressure compared with those who didn't.
The sweet treat might even help ward off death. The researchers reported that 314 men died over the course of the study, with 152 of those deaths blamed on heart disease. Men who consumed the highest amount of cocoa were half as likely to die from cardiovascular disease, compared to men who ate little or no cocoa, the team found. In addition, men who ate the most cocoa were less likely to die from any causes.
For these men, the risk remained low even after taking into account other factors, such as weight, smoking, physical activity, calorie intake and drinking alcohol, the researchers found.
The researchers believe that the lowered death risk didn't stem so much from lowered blood pressure, as from other heart-healthy benefits linked to flavan-3-ols. And since cocoa is rich in antioxidants, it may also protect against other diseases linked to oxidative stress, such as chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, and certain types of cancer, the researchers speculated.
One expert said the study helps confirm the use of cocoa as part of a healthful diet.
"Cocoa is the most concentrated source of bioflavonoid antioxidants readily available in our diets," said Dr. David L. Katz, an associate professor of public health, and director of the Prevention Research Center at Yale University School of Medicine.

Bluegreen Monday

Cerulean with wind attached. Do your keyboard buttons have all their paint still? Which letters are fading or faded out? What does the program say? I can't read Cantonese, but those drums are making me hard like steel, stainless rims and bass through your chest like an unseen blade. Now erase the paragraph that made sense, and onward into the fog. The sunset here was pink and purple, panorama puissant, I wonder if it is the plains we man mainly, or our pollution? You probably live in the mountains anyway, past the pass, or on the water somewhere, most of us do, except those who don't, but don't you worry, anywhere else is just a plane trip away Boo. Purple grackles in herds swoop in at dusk on city streets claiming ancient migration treaty agreements and not-giving-a-fuck squatters rights generally, gabble gracklespeak and drop white rain, as they shoulder for position in the gloaming going night, "Yo, you see me sitting here, don't make me peck you."

You know

how I know I'm gay? I like the Scissor Sisters. I'm sure it'll pass. Fischerspooner I like too, does that mean I'm a clubkid who needs to get glittered up and E'd down, and dance the night away with my water bottle? With a shoutout to that girl in the corner with the sucker, thanks for the kiss.
Now I will stop at four.
This was no dream.
This is this.
Our only.
Play.

Garbo Laughs!

and it sounded just like this: Aardvark. Don't be alarmed. I'd write it out slowly and with sense, if my nattering mattered, but it doesn't, so I just write little pockets of bombast for the Genes, for the many pocket accessories we have to carry now to help distract us from the weight of being, for fucks sake. Ninotchka: We don't have men like you in my country. Leon: Thank you. Ninotchka: That is why I believe in the future of my country.

Boyfriends

And an end to the B words. Blink blink. No more pop-ups to help stretch the lonely further, and here you thought it would link you better to the herd; I suggest you keep your head up passing by the pride, and act well even if you're not, on the inside then, if you can't hide the limp B, word. I, is that letter word, the old new word, for the new old world, meta woe world. Myself, thinks this was only a ducking exercise, now dive dive dive! Me, the young as yet undefeated champion(we never layed a glove on 'im), now on to the smokers full of money lusty punters, bookies and as always, the broken bloodied punch drunk public.

Bewitched Bellinis

Peach pureed! Don Knotts is dead, all hail The King. Now I know you didn't know this, so I hope it squeezes out something good you really really needed, like where you left your car keys, but aka Barney Fife was the leader of the alien ant farm collective known as Earth.1, and he was sent down with the Bristlecone Pines 5000 years ago to keep an eye on us, but hey, not even aliens live on forever, and Kings often die badly, oddly it's never the ones with funny faces who live on, and on, TV planet. Our dreams are not our own, but they play on our mental monitors in midnight screenings that never stop running until we do, one owner(do the voices count?), low mileage, some minor dents and one ding.

Booty Bass Bouillabaisse

With a title like that do you really need the highly seasoned stew made of several kinds of fish and shellfish? I prefer Gumbo. But only if I know what went in it. Too bad about the genetic modifications in the vegetables, but some things can't be helped, just ask the other Guinea Pigs; as we cant ask the missing specialities of species gone or going by, boiled on low heat, reduced or run away to the land of myth and archaeology. This could be you, tool. So, lap it up while it's hot and the getting is good. "I think this deal is going to be killed," Kean said. "The question is how much damage is this going to do to us before it's killed." The development came as police appeared to be closing in on the robbery gang. The remarkable fossil bones of a fur-covered, swimming mammal that lived in the age of the dinosaurs 164 million years ago have been discovered in China, raising a wave of excitement among scientists whose timetable for mammalian evolution has just been pushed back by 100 million years. Extra Extra!! Fossil turns back clock / New find in China shows mammals were larger and appeared earlier than believed, living side by side with dinosaurs instead of after them Castorocauda lutrasimilis is believed to have resembled a river otter or platypus and ate fish.
But we do make up a lot as we go.

Blowing Blurbs Becoming Burbs

Say it thrice really fast. It still won't mean anything, but whatever here does? The children matter. Why can't we see through our colors and not so very differences the same way we see through logic on our way to hating those we never even tried or cared to know? We, I think is just another us and them proposition. I care for you all, but I still love the place more, this house we treat like nothing much, and after seeing that it's all there ever was or ever will be, just like us, we all, the them.

Zero 7 Shins

To my next one billion downloads, may you be free of spy and bug alike! I miss the fuzz. Not the cops, the noise. The digital killed my grind, now it all sounds of the lab, even the pig pen stuff. I mean, I like clean; then jumping into bed and undoing it all, muscles and pores all out with it, along with other expectorations, whew, what happened, now I need another shower. I think that womens hips are Mecca and all, we don't know, maybe another maybe could make it so, it makes a lot more sense as a beginning and end than any rib and dust story, he did what? Uh huh...

And That Focker Google Too

I hate you and the adsense pimping world you rode in on, another fucking cult, just what we all needed. G this, G that. What good will you ever do short of turning yourself into a verb? I'd (go)ogle my heart to see what I might click from it, but I know this is everywhere but here, and the electricity only runs two hours a day and these are not them. Black screen. No fan. No virus scan. No hope, only infinity; very few can palate that palette, too bright gaggy, too many colors, but I've seen the bandleaders blue vested crest and all the marchers even, know this is a world among many.

Focker A Firefox

France forced to slaughter turkeys, population decimated. Al Qaeda in Saudi Arabia and blowing things up, shocked, shocked I tell you; round up the usual talking head suspects, I'm sure; and better fill that tank up tonight; we only walk away from things now, driven to drive through the long nights of our soul, but that's another debate and the sun is rising again, in my pants. Ha ha. Suckers. Me too. I like the kind with gum inside, and miss the rush of sweet tart youth, but that boy never went away, though there was a hostile hormonal takeover; but I always say aging beats the opposite, being dead looks hella fun, not. Except when you're going through times that crush you like cans in the hands of boys needing girls and girls needing a fucking break, and a hug and a snuggle, thank god or something for their great grace, this world would be unlivable otherwise. I said it! And signed it with a bang! Bang bang!! I used to say I wish I was dumb, and then it came true, so maybe your dreams can come to pass as simply, all you have to do is want it; ah vanity, I was dumb all along; and your ego shall guide you to the precipice, and giggle, while your pride will snicker, and nudge, then you wake up looking up into bright white heaven, as the doctor man breaths foul halitosis at you creaking, "Don't worry, we'll make you wish you were never born."

Bushido Bling Blini

"People don't need to worry about security," President Jorge W. Debussy said. Say What? Since When? Are you Sure? Because I just saw this Frontline episode that says maybe you went boo in and on your boots, firing those 500k Iraqi soldiers to then watch them blend in with the population to go all insurgent on our freedom fried asses, and then made us all step in it while you and deadeye Dick got another deferment to play some online version of Tom Clancy Incorporated War Games School for Wayward Wasp Boys in your bunkers; is it any wonder the world hates us, always telling them how to live while we revel in our 27k lobbyist affiliated degrees of separation, between their bouts of aching pain that they can't be as free to be as fucked up and glorious, gloriously so; our only salvation that sometimes one of the bastards dies, and they can name after them whatever they want, we know which ones cared, and which ones live and lived by fear.

Link Link

18 holes of rubbing is racing and I'm just glad to be here and hope to help the team in whatever way possible, take it a game at a time and be a part of getting us where we need to be when playoff time comes along, hopefully have a good run and get to be there when they play the big one. 9 is only halfway around a round.

188, Just Another Freeway

Pron pwned and your eyes and legs are twitching, as you slope dehydrated and spleen drained, and other things, while the flickering images wash over you still, like the road goes on inside you after a too long drive; but/while/yet nothing is as real as warm legs slipped in between from behind, that were waiting for you even while they lay sleeping, and they throw their arm back to pull you into them and fall backwards into you, sideways, as you fall forwards into them; and love is as simple as that. Because I am General Generalization, and this is my army, we got small caps and no guns, maybe paint, but sprayers only, no tick tick boom save the beats and we got back beats to make up for and more and more, and yes more. I am green, on the inside, and I only bleed for the trees and all the interconnectedness that live of and for and among, that you have no clue about, and never will. Harsh? I can't stop to care, this is all go going, and you won't find salvation at the many local steeples or in mall bigbox rows; you only care about tresses, man and woman both, trivial motherfuckers. This golden dome too shall fall and be reborn, because we only know bo bo blowing it up and back again, forever deja vu. The "animals" were more "civilized" than we ever were and all they ever did was graze prey predate live and die just like us, without once destroying everything, and for what for what, for what? One roll of the dice to watch it all from above? Are there commercials there? Will we get a flaming sword of our own when the time comes to slay in arcade righteous mode? Ost, I think I'm ready for the Viking woman to come down on her horse and get me, because those Norwegians don't play when they bust out the Aquavit and cold water Salmon, lighting the cherub cheeks rouge just like a dolls, with eyes like sin; of whatever first sin fits in, your own was told stories storytime: Once upon a time, there was a man named Vital who met a girl named Water, and on their first laying eyes one upon the other, wouldn't you know but they were swept up into a distant valley by a furious storm, and they ate some found potatos washed clean by the rains, and when the wind let up they went exploring and saw grains growing upon the hills, but they never saw another soul, and so they made a home for themselves, and they liked their freedom and were content with the life they made in that place and in their bond and company, and they had a son named Caraway by and by, and he was all babyfat and laughter, the opposite of worry, and they lived happily ever after. Because the test screenings said so. Let me kiss it all better. It was only a dream.

187

From the smallest state Rhode Island, red tide tidings, roosters for my tourists in Key West, mind the spurs, to the largest contiguous mess you ever sat in on, or rode road through a night and day through, Texas Republic of insanity, the people Killer Bees, you get cleaned up by the Red Ants they call fire, and get disbursed in small increments underground along with the stinger evidence, then carried along subterraneanly to where this post # came from in our con conscious, Cali Californicus, where they not of The OC shout out "on a motherfuckin' cop", fear the third strike and live behind steel doors and barred windows, just like they do in Washington D.C., the District of Columbia is what it stands for, no taxation without representation my ass, they get away with things there you would rot in the hells of Guantanamo for forever for, and then vote themselves a raise, and a better retirement package, and go on motherfucking Meet the Press, or whatever, and lie right in your face as they shell game us while they trade the dream for beads, and not one damn island left for me or you to break out and cry on, without the sound of jackhammers and the eminent domain creeping into every last golden glade. Are the colors green and brown our mortal enemies? Bark once for yes, vomit twice for no.

The Bollocks of Bitchboy

"After careful review by our government, I believe the transaction ought to go forward," he told reporters after summoning them to his conference room aboard Air Force One. He called the arrangement "a legitimate deal that will not jeopardize the security of the country." "I want those who are questioning it to step up and explain why all of a sudden a Middle Eastern company is held to a different standard than a Great British company," Bush said. "I am trying to conduct foreign policy now by saying to the people of the world: 'We'll treat you fairly.' " The president spoke about the issue a second time after returning to the White House aboard a helicopter from Andrews Air Force Base. "They ought to listen to what I have to say about this," Bush said. "They'll look at the facts and understand the consequences of what they're going to do. But if they pass a law, I'll deal with it with a veto." In more than five years, Bush has yet to veto any legislation.

Hard Work Ha Ha

Every day on the way to work, we run the risk of coming into contact with people who are sick, or carrying germs that can make us sick. When we finally get there, we're relieved. While our offices may not always be neat, they're clean. Right? Wrong. "Most people don't do anything to their desk until they are sticking to it," said Dr. Charles Gerba, a microbiologist. "In fact, we find four hundred times more bacteria on a desktop that we do on most toilet seats," he added. He says our keyboard, computer mouses, phones and desktops are covered with germs that could make us sick. And if like millions of other hard-working Americans, you eat at your desk, you've also been feeding millions of microscopic moochers.

Crunch Crunch

Jasmine Roberts never expected her award-winning middle school science project to get so much attention. But the project produced some disturbing results: 70 percent of the time, ice from fast food restaurants was dirtier than toilet water. The 12-year-old collected ice samples from five restaurants in South Florida — from both self-serve machines inside the restaurant and from drive-thru windows. She then collected toilet water samples from the same restaurants and tested all of them for bacteria at the University of South Florida. In several cases, the ice tested positive for E. coli bacteria, which comes from human waste and has been linked to several illness outbreaks across the country.

More Crazy Than Tuesday

I was going to post a bunch of "news", but who needs it? It's all too real, too comical, too much. Better to go mad in a stream of something like consciousness, and regurgitate it up into print, no bib necessary. All of my sentences will now come with a four syllable word, it pisses off those who liked me for my good sex and gruntspeak, and makes the big brains swoon in the wordy glee lying opposite; but they all (fucking) do it. What four syllables? I don't know what you're talking about. Hey, now let me lie my razor upon your skin, not to lay open, but to cut down smooth like wheat waiting for picking up and now for the funky bread, bugs included! What could anyone ever say to prick the skin of this beast we all can't stop riding or even steer?

Graffiti Counterpoint Grafitti

Oil rose the most in a month in New York as Nigerian rebels threatened more attacks after cutting output from Africa's largest producer by about 20 percent. Crude oil for March delivery rose as much as 2.7 percent to $61.50 a barrel in electronic trading on the New York Mercantile Exchange. Brent crude oil for April delivery rose $1.65 a barrel to close at $61.54 in London.
Thanks to a special act of Congress and the recently adopted judging system, the United States was able to come away with its first ice dance medal in 30 years last night. Belbin and Agosto never really challenged for the gold, as the former slightly stumbled during the flamenco medley. The Canadian-born Belbin was sworn in as a U.S. citizen Dec. 31 after a special bill allowing “aliens of extraordinary ability” to reduce the required five-year waiting period for naturalization to three was enacted into law by President Bash Dec. 30, 2005.

Tech Fondant

Sony, the consumer-electronics giant, today denied reports that it is planning to delay the release of its PlayStation 3 (PS3) games console. Shares in Sony closed 3.6 per cent lower at 5,300 yen.
Calling America's dependence on foreign oil "a national security problem," President Hush hailed technology as the solution Monday and offered a laundry list of alternative energy sources. "We're coming up with a way to make something out of nothing," Hush said.

The Dorfmeister Double

A 63-year-old Fort Worth man was killed and his wife was critically injured just after noon on Sunday after their snowmobile collided with a minivan in upstate New York, troopers said.Thomas M. Taylor, 63, and his wife, Linda, 57, were riding in a snowmobile along a trail in the Adirondack Mountains when they attempted to cross County Route 60 in the town of Brighton, according to a news release issued by New York state police. The westbound snowmobile, driven by Thomas Taylor, failed to yield the right of way and was struck by a 2000 Dodge Caravan traveling north along the road, the release stated.
The image of 7-year-old Noah Yates floating face down in the murky brown water that filled a bathtub after he and his four siblings were drowned is something Andrea Yates' defense attorney doesn't want jurors to see during her second capital murder trial. Yates' attorney George Parnham filed 30 pretrial motions, which were made public Monday, including one requesting "any and all photographs" of her children not be shown to jurors during the trial set to begin March 20. Parnham claims the photographs could cause jurors to be unfairly prejudiced or serve to confuse and mislead them.

Channel Changers

Whence it was heard to come out of my mouth from deepest diaphragm, with furious volume and righteous indignation, "Yo(ur) Mama watches Ice Dancing." Yeah, I said it; I saw her, all curled up on the couch with bon-bons, her cute print pajamas on with a caftan over her feet, shivering at the thought of the co(o)ld outside and her lack of double panes; winter tile, grrr to the brrr. Now on to you, sad sack SAD MF'S with the remote but no piece of mind, is it cold inside there, where your thoughts used to abide? Did you ever? Now Showing: Lobotomize! Re to the re, run all ye may, bounce and be gone to carry it with you invisibly, still, got your back, bac(k); always and forever, Gods Bless You; and a shout-out to my mainline mainman mainly homo sapiens, Bill Withers, my homeboy Hominidae; this has been another excuse to semi-colon.

Cold Snaps vs. Always Cold

You may be stuck in between need and a 7-day monistat treatment, gone out of town for work, or living a loveless marriage sentence out, so enjoy whatever sun makes it to your face, at least until it's 110F and only the lizards can really enjoy it; them and the strippers that is, because they have to glow for the black lights and empty hearts on a nightly basis in dollar increments. I hope you aren't any of the above, but I just saw you zap that fly with your tongue, and now know better.

Magazine Mourning

http://www.newyorker.com/main/magazine/

Fact, Now Fiction

http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/

Satans Satan

http://www.newyorker.com/fact/content/articles/060213fa_fact1

Mummies & Doubts

http://www.newyorker.com/shouts/

The New Yorker Pimping

http://www.newyorker.com/archive/content/articles/060213fr_archive04

No Fuck You Files

China on Thursday defended its right to police the Internet, one day after four American technology giants appeared before Congress on charges they collaborated with Beijing to crush free speech online in return for market access. "The vice president was involved in a terrible accident and it profoundly affected him," Conbush said in an oval office photo opportunity. "Yesterday when he was here in the oval office, I saw the deep concern he had about a person who he wounded." The material, gathered by the army's criminal investigation division, included 1,325 photographs and 93 video clips of suspected abuse of detainees, 546 photographs of suspected dead Iraqi detainees, as well as 660 images of adult pornography, and 29 pictures of US troops engaged in simulated sex acts. An extensive dog hunt was begun yesterday at Kennedy International Airport when a prize-winning whippet from the Westminster Kennel Club show escaped from her cage yesterday afternoon, officials of the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey said. Mr. Feingold was the only senator to vote against the Patriot Act, which broadened government surveillance powers, when it was passed by Congress shortly after the attacks of Sept. 11, 2001. Mr. Jerkoff was repeatedly asked why, on the day after the storm, he went to a meeting on avian flu in Atlanta. He said that when he went to bed on Monday, it was "my belief the storm had not done the worst that had been imagined". Senator Blah Blahblah asked, "How could you go to bed... not knowing what was going on in New Orleans?"

Birdshot Braying Bays Behind Baked Bubbly Boys

Number 171 and still in your motherfucking face, by which I mean I don't give a fuck that you've been online since '96, or how many post toasties you've vomited into space, face, love me please, race. Men are all here scheming, even the sexless and mole rat of us, and women seeking the security that doesn't exist at all, but for the moment of happy place on a shoulder or tucked up nicely in spooned bliss like for a minute, then you wake up and have to climb those hills all over again; and the t-bones are seldom seen before the corner of your eye catches, and then it's "oh", you rarely get the "shit" out, before crunch comes and the sickening spin, or pushy push; but we almost always get to re-see our whole life in hundreths of a second, I guess that's just what we come down to, a flicker of images culled from the deck.
Two jokers, no directions.

Spark Fuel Compression

How many scratches erase a cd's ability to be read, and is it the laser, or the cd itself? All the condoms break and silver fades, the k will now be an x, the x a k. In keys. 2.2 pounds of heartache in a rib enclosed pain machine. Skin jacket rabbits with no luck but big luck dreams, a thirst that won't be slaked, and a hunger to match any parching; squeak, got you. All the best songs are too short, and the worst too long and always in your ear, like an adventurous bug, gone in and stuck; don't freak out, too very. I have will for days, but I never thought I'd live this long, and now I wonder how I let myself see so many, but breathing started is so hard to stop; and the stopped moments make all the sighs and wasted breathing worthwhile, momentarily, mostly. Some life I'll learn to write, but it won't be this one. Not on this trip, not with this wiring, not.

My name is Chip

Power-Fail Report for: You. From: The full moon. This goes to all those people out looking for Love in the witching red wrapped days before, he weren't no Saint, Valentine and his day. As if it wasn't hard enough, they made a day just for you, to feel more troglodyte about yourself on. http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=troglodyte
Sorry, I used to believe(just yesterday) that people shouldn't dumb down anything but make the masses rise up to it, then I remembered the best movie of all time is Dumb & Dumber, and that this is all a dream anyway. The cats know, watch them; the dogs are our also dumb twins, but good friends, with imaginative noses and they get to dream within the dream, how cool is that. We think we're dreaming, but it's just our program burning in the fever of our fanless night. Run, reboot, run.

Cap Say Sin{Capsaicin}

So the eyes, are the windows to the souls, I guess the mouths must be, slamming doors; make that swinging gates, and we the children running in and out; and again! Write down all the notes and sing it or not, but all out with it; in blood sweat and tears, as our own, are to near and dear, to us. You love the others drama make up stories for the thread boat to China, shreds broken down dyed and recast as whole cloth. No time for two times. Disposable my ass, go climb landfill Texas, but watch out for the vents. Incredible gases but no frogs no snakes no pests and you can't drink the water but the tanker comes to fill your tank on Friday; and the injection wells hum on, cap it and down the road. Wildcatting is fun, but the toxicity and effect show is better, and at these half-life prices the show will never end(especially if you're easily amused like me, and love the sight of oilswirl on water).
I wonder what this will all look like in another million years?

My Last Cedar

Poor Lebanon,
they're so ebullient.
There's too much politics, and too much religion, but not enough miracles, only division. For what? Like worry, usually nothing, or the wrong thing. While the rose that smelled as sweet was there all along, all about you within and without, that humming in your ears and nose. Stardust and knowing stolen moments of laughter that make two one, it goes out and on forever(so I dream);
just like the starlight reaches us.
Now for my poisoned baklava.

More unread Mosh

Sweeter than that countrified Allmans by far; arthopspacetrip with piano accompaniment, her accomplice screaming out "It needs more Mex accordian!" It takes so many words to define 'close' & 'love' & 'of ', but I guess it must be all our shapeshifting that makes it so; close to hold and have and close, love to take or give to love, of of of...

The Old 1 2

Upward price pressures and green things pop in spring. Buds galore, whites and pinks and greens, leave stop their hiding to shade the pulp; the heat comes quick and stays long here, and it won't be shining any less bright in future. Sheep led to slaughter, no sustenance and no water. They don't even have to go subliminal, it's all out in the open, right up in your face with a logo for every occasion.

One for the Three

This isn't my journal, it's my, can't stop myself. No one here isn't hurting some. From then, or now, or one or the other; and I won't even go into the futures missing fingernails. I wish I could lay my hand on your belly, and take all the wrongs from within, and in counterclockwise rubs, erase them. To give you a sigh like a cry that could help you breath again, one of the 100 different sighs we have; but I only give out the good and the bad, never the one that stops the clock of worry. I don't even know how to say it or what "it" is, I only know it exists(like a black hole) because of its gravity; that and the pull we push against.

Truthy Facty

The biggest roars of the 2,000 fans came when Michaela Hutchison escaped for a 1-0 win over Colony's Aaron Boss, becoming the first girl in U.S. history to win a state wrestling championship while competing against boys. A suspected nerve agent forced the evacuation of a U.S. Senate office building late on Wednesday until tests concluded the vapor that set off the alarm was hot air, police said. Meet the great grand-daddy of fearsome Tyrannosaurus rex, a 160-million-year-old "crowned dragon" with a comb on its head, fuzz on its body and extra fingers. There is also an unspecified insurance contribution in the proposed settlement, which will not have any admission of wrongdoing by Nortel or any other defendants(short of the $2.47bn settlement). Photographs of singer Britney Spears driving a car with her baby son on her lap have been published globally. President Bush called on governments around the world on Wednesday to halt the violence(Whew, I thought I might laugh until I gave myself a sports hernia) that has followed the publication of cartoons of the Prophet {Clear Throat Here}, while Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice accused Iran and Syria of fueling the protests for political gain. Their condemned the violence on a day in which police officers fired into a crowd marching toward an American military base in Qalat, Afghanistan, killing three(nice editing The NY Times, real...grammary).

No Empathy Machine

I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.

Love Drunk Love

I love the B's. Bee, 5b, 3b, 1b. Scratch me in graphite. Or pen. Forever. Sketchy or black black, washed in with a palm, touched with fingertip. With loving care, or smushed frustration. Come in through to me, and never far enough away to lose the signal. I mumble; and pens and pencils and words can never say in black relief, my bas heart beating, thump thump for you. Nothing does as I will it would, to tattoo my thoughts like ink on skin, to show it's more than just talk talk; and no laser can scrape it away. Gin and juice, blood and bile, wet and hard, soft like twin smiles, that won't wipe; wont is all we know, wont to banshee wail, and stone sleep. All my comma's will come for me, bang me in my dreams and pause, so I'll remember the the part, where the blade slips in between my ribs. Fucking them with your eyes, and eye fucking, are not the same.

Danes Deign

Oh foul heart, betrayer of me in projection on them, and of myself, when too little hits too late; we would say we knew them too well, but never knew them at all. It takes time to knock down walls; but mostly we rebuild from our old blocks or build brand new ones, vast stretches in mazed directions, and all of them have totem tops from spearpoint to dollhead to glass, set in mortar. 99.9% the same, we sure pack a lot of fucked up difference in that 0.1%; now we can fight in haplogroup teams, first up is R1b vs. J2. I damn my Y traveler. I was always a mitochondrial boy. I was: Once upon a Time. Just like You.

Naked back of a seated woman

There is no Diego Rivera without Frida Kahlo, and vice versa. Anais and Henry, Alfred and Georgia, Marie and Pierre, Francis and Zelda...it goes on and on, but I don't know what it means; everything and nothing, like everything else? Hmm.

I Ate Your Anagrams

"Britney Spears" is an exact anagram of "Presbyterians." Axl Rose = oral sex. Gore Vidal = I love drag. Semolina = is no meal. George Herbert Walker Bush = Huge berserk rebel warthog. Election promises = Come-ons, lies, tripe! A decimal point = I'm a dot in place. Desperation(?) = A rope ends it. Evangelist = Evil's agent. Conversation = Voices rant on. I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. = Epicede to pall Indigence: I salute the fair Dollar, of the free capitalist economy, and the biotic need, which it funds, a big gold ingot, glittering, with a job, fuel, assets, land and revenue for all.

Super

The tanker, which is also double-bottomed, was carrying nearly 4 million gallons of Vacuum Tower Bottom Blend, a residual, asphalt-like oil that is not refined at Tesoro's Nikiski facility. It was also carrying nearly a million gallons of bunker oil, petrol, heavy vacuum gas oil and diesel fuel. The teenager suspected of a hatchet-and-gun attack in a Massachusetts gay bar and in the killing of two people in Arkansas, including a policeman, died Sunday of wounds suffered in a gun battle with officers, authorities said. A spacesuit tossed out of the international space station was supposed to float through space, talking to radio operators around the globe. The suit, stuffed with old clothes and a radio transmitter, orbited Earth twice on Friday, giving off faint signals to Japan. But then the suit, called Ivan Ivanovich, apparently went silent.

More Stolen Words

i am a little flower
i am sitting in a vintage camisole and crumpled yellow pajama pants, i brushed my hair, and washed my face and brushed and flossed my teeth, i look either very young or very old, i never can tell. my stomach protrudes here and there under the clingy fabric of my camisole. i am waiting for the percocets i took to fill in my voids.
i wonder if my fate rests on my flaws, i have so many, my hysterias and my many physical let downs, my skin, my hair, my stomach, i see blemishes and veins and scars, and i wonder if i'm as grotesque as i think i am. i see so many dissatisfactions but then, i'm always looking for them. if i was pretty i wouldn't be happy, i know that, at least, but if i was happy would i be attractive? i want to believe i want to be alone. but i don't tonight, i'm in a terrible state. and i want to know what it is that breaks through indifference, i want to know what it takes to be cared about.
have i committed too many crimes to be loved? i seem to believe it, it might be a self-actualizing delusion on my part. i don't have pity about this, i don't have pity for me, because it is true that in my life i have been very undeserving of solace, i have pushed it away and denied it to others. i haven't been receptive to anything except that which feeds my miserable concept of this world.
i have a small hope though, that if i had a chance, that it would change my concept irrevocably. i know i have something positive in me, that i could share. sigh, if i wasn't so difficult. i so wish i hadn't been so wrong about everything.
i'm just a girl, i'm just a dumb girl and i need to be tucked in and read to and talked to sweetly, and i'd be so good, i really would. i'm just simple and i want to be good, you wouldn't believe it.

I only dream in chiffon...

of agitprop for the sleepless.

What's a man to do?(Three MC's and one DJ)

I am a married woman who is unhappy with her sex life. No need to go into details as we are both looking for nsa fun, no freaks please, I am not very picky as long as you are courteous and clean and absolutely discrete about this.
MWF, 24 years old, short, but i have a nice body and face I need to add something to my sex life, its so boring, so i was talking to some of my girlfriends, and they told me to try looking online for some guys to have a fling with. Its something new, so why not give it a shot right? I am not a hard girl to please, and i dont need to get flowers or anything, just feeling a man touch and rub my, is all i need to get turned on I need a wild man
My wife is 34, 5'9", 34D, Brunette. I am giving her a fantasy birthday. She wants to be gangbanged by a group of younger guys. I will be there for her protection only - NO GAY SHIT. You must be young, and in great shape. Responses without pictures will not be opened. Before she invites you, she MUST see your face and body/cock. We are looking to do it this weekend, so don;t aste our time.
I have this fetish of having sex in the stairwell of my building. I have done it quite a few times and I just love it. My husband goes to work at 8 and comes back arounf 6, so anytime between that, you just meet me in the lobby, we go to the stair case and there we make passionate love under the stair. Just writing about it makes me wet, lol. Hubby is a bore and only does it missionary, too bad for him, hehe

Are you grown, or just old?

I thought you were different....wow, my intuition is so totally out of balance that I know its time to give it up. I just want to know one thing, why is a 40 year old man still playing games. Is it the need to feel as though you still have what it takes, because if that’s the case then consider yourself a failure. Real men don’t feel the need to prove themselves. What I cant understand is how I could be as direct with you as I was, when I told you I wasn’t looking for stupid **** , and your response was that you weren’t either. You said you wanted serious...OK...I was serious...but I told you, I’m not chasing anyone. If you weren’t interested, all you had to do was say so. We agreed on that. Not necessary at all to hide in the shadows and see how long it would take before I gave up. If you’re looking for something better, no hard feelings, I never claimed to be perfect, but I did ask for honesty and you said you could provide that. Enlighten me here, because for the life of me I cant understand why anyone would get involved in a situation they’re not interested in pursuing, when all they had to do was say the word and I would have left it alone. Guess all I need to say is “Be a man”, grow up....you’re not in high school anymore. I’m out....your loss....recover soon so you can get out there and play someone new!

Three Franks and No Sense

I Love Frank Capra's propaganda, Frank Baum's book, and Frank Black's music. The Lords of the militaryindustrialcongressional complex, reign supreme, oil the back backer and greek chorus; and you know this is all a tragedy. Can the camera world save us from ourselves? I doubt it, crevices always remain in the source code, and the weeds will out. Meaning we, are the coldest continent; Ant Artic uh, just the worlds last ice cubes. Too Late for Green Land; everything will change now, as you learn the truest definition of "fucking yourself." All for a little, all for naught, all in, as always. Say what? That's on a need to know basis, Sir. 0-1 K a scene is the price for stardom paid, in sweat showing what god only saw before; but it was always there, how do you think we got here? Sex is our great eek, moreso than tribe or creed or sect; we use it to sell everything, but can't talk about it openly, honestly, bizarro.