-
(Untitled)
A dream! A dream! What is a dream ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
Life is like a boat floating down a fast moving river. All I can do is steer, and only slightly. Sometimes the river is wide and I have a lot of leeway, but other times it is narrow, where the course is tight. In times like those, your wisdom will guide you straight through if you listen. If you don't, you may still get lucky, but I promise you ( Read more... ) -
On the downlow
A door has been closed closed, one that needed to be shut. It could have been bad, could have been loud, could have been difficult, but when you let things go, the door will cease to be a physical obstacle, and it will become a memory and a lesson instead. Sometimes it hurts, and sometimes you linger, but you eventally learn that when you let ( Read more... ) -
Juno
One day, Juno set out to find his friend, the Pink Skull. He went to beach after beach after beach, but yet he could not find his friend. One day, after months of searching, Juno awoke on the beach to find the Blue Skull hovering over him, and she said, "There is the Way, and there is the Why, but there is No Way to the Why, and No Why to the Way ( Read more... ) -
The immigration law
I posted this one someone else's blog in regards to the AZ SENATE BILL 1070Here is the issue with the law, if it were to be followed to the actual letter of the law ( Read more... ) -
Attachment is a plague
In reviewing my life, and those in my life, I have found that attachment within my relationships has lead to little happiness, but indeed plenty of misery. Attachment from any party in a relationship will lead to misery in the end because invariable one will be more attached than the other, or codependencies will develop between the two ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
There once was a giraffe named Lorne. He was a good friend of mine. One day, while we were walking together, hand and hoof, around the local zoo, he turned to me with the strangest look upon his face. Apparently, he had been stung by a bee. I felt horrible for the poor creature. His face was upturned, reaching up into the sky, and releasing ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
Juno, the man who lives across the bay, is my very good friend and my trusted confidant. He is my muse, and he is a fool ( Read more... )