some blithering ( Read more... )

yeah, I'm hungover
not from alcohol
from ibuprofen, edema and fever
my ankles are too big
my shins are throbbing
my knees look like baseballs
not cool, virus.
not cool at all.

no argument
no ideas
and no more fighting

paradigm
i'm waiting
shifting

watch the sunlight through the leaves
hear the propellers overhead
paint the shadows away

she lives like a mystic
i can't match up
the drapes are so thin that
i feel tragic

the color of the sky in my dreams haunts me
i can feel it coming on
there is no stopping

I try to imagine myself capturing thoughts that come in as I struggle to sleep ( Read more... )

Freedom of speech means you're going to spend most of your life listening to assholes talk about bullshit. Like me!

you have a long way to go before you can see the world through the eyes of experience ( Read more... )

Noam Chomsky had this idea about truth. He thinks that when you see truth, it will seem like it's from Mars! A few times recently I've seen excellent journalism which presented coherent facts free of the all too common tragic and debasing engagement with the mainstream paradigm. The thing about the truth is that it can seem like a lingua franca. ( Read more... )

fingers must be like cotton in your ears

fur is flying all around me as i'm trying to dry a giant newfoundland ( Read more... )

I am not convinced that the right things matter
I am increasingly sure that whatever seems to matter really isn't so important
I am increasingly unsure of how exactly an individual's maneuvers affect what's around
I am not really sure it's ever worth getting fussy about
Maybe it matters, maybe it doesn't
We won't ever know