-NOFX ( Read more... )

"even on the best days in september, it's hard to find my peace of mind. I'd like to blame it on the weather. . ." - defiance ohio ( Read more... )

Fyi: if I’m talking to you and you hear me use the word JUST, you know I’m not being totally honest, because I don’t believe in the concept behind the word. How can anything be JUST anything when everything is truly everything? Sometimes I catch myself using it and take a moment to appreciate my pretense but unfortunately it’s still a staple of my ( Read more... )

I don't have time for your "white guilt". I don't like being around it. It's like a cloud of blank white un creativity hovering around your head. I think it's indulgent and reactive. Guilt is NEVER proactive, especially guilt over something you have NO CONTROL OVER. Being around activists with a heavy burden of white guilt is like watching an ( Read more... )

the last week has been orbiting around the wood stove. Put a log in, and stay alive for longer. two hours longer, and then put another log in. wake up and see the sun set. Spend the night reading about Oaxaca. There seems to be a world outside: two points of evidence for this are my computer and the two or three hours of cold daylight in my waking ( Read more... )

so say you want to reconcile some tension with someone. You basically want to say "look i know we have two very different senses of humor. i know mine can be kind of weird, and dumb, and extreme and facetious sometimes, and i'll try to be more conscious of how i use it around you so that we may be comrades". How do you convey that general statement ( Read more... )

so manny of u have heard me say that with all the crappy occupations of life out there, i think if i just ended up with a job where i can listen to whatever music i like while i do it, I couldn't really complain ( Read more... )

who's god's hatey-hell holds me in its residence?

NOT YOU, NOT YOU!

why's my ugly implosion, require your face as evidence?

SOMETHING TO DO, SOMETHING TO DO. . .

a dandelion leaning out of broken parking lot, stabbing against the sky. the memory of underground still present in it's roots. comfortable with it's place under the sky - not comfortable enough with the broken granulating asphalt crowding his roots and the sometimes harsh winds still riding across the parking lot grass and whipping him incredibly ( Read more... )

not having a solid home this year i'm deviding much of my stuff into stuff i want to give or lend away ( Read more... )