After the sentencing, the four bearded defendants - their feet shackled - shouted the Muslim battle cry of ``Allahu akbar (God is great!)''

Muslim battle cry? Oooookay.

And I proclaim it to be good ( Read more... )

I need a glass of literary port and book of warm Murakami

and a clean apartment.

For the love of all that is Clutter, I need to clean my apartment. Maybe tomorrow night.

I miss angsty posts! I'll have to find some song lyrics or something and post them. But only at 5 a.m. or so.

(on cold, sunny days, the memories are sharper)

With my family. Some sort of gambling thing. Learning how to play ( Read more... )

The line on the sidewalk, painted over a few cracks, a leaf or two and maybe an ant, said

FINISH.

I didn't know I was in a race, he said. But it felt like it.

He looked down. The small ketchup stain from an errant french fry on his shirt looked back at him.

No, no number on my chest. I didn't enter a race. But there it is.

FINISH.

It's right ( Read more... )

So, I went to Bennigan's, and the dinner I ordered supposedly came with "vegetables ( Read more... )

I think I'm gonna sack ( Read more... )

An effort to update more (even if it is with

small thoughts and strange
line breaks).

I have seen so many twisted scraps
of cars on the wires that I
think there are no suicide bombers
in Iraq;
only a club composed of
indiscriminate demolition sculptors.

So much to view
and so little rhyme
to skew it in.

To the men and women who have served:

Thank you.