Love is fruit-flavored poison
you sip through a coffee stirrer-
just enough to turn your stomach
never enough to hospitalize.

Civilized man looks over the man-o-war
tries to decipher why
more guns than beds,
more bullets than bolts,
more armor plates than food-
takes pictures regardless
of Antiquity armed to the teeth.

SEATTLE (July 23) -- When First Lt. Ehren K. Watada of the Army shipped out for a tour of duty in South Korea two years ago, he was a promising young officer rated among the best by his superiors. Like many young men after Sept. 11, he had volunteered “out of a desire to protect our country,” he said, even paying $800 for a medical test to prove he ( Read more... )

Does the fire have purpose in its life? Or its purpose simply to consume, to spread, to devour all until it has expended its energy and gives itself up to cold ash? By the same measure, do we have purpose more than superficial life goals, extensions of ourselves that we strive deseperately to rationalize an existence that is seemingly without ( Read more... )

In the grand scheme of things, your own indifference speaks louder than any words I could or could not say. Its a test of wills now, yet somehow you think it something different. A test of feeling? of depth? of resilience? You've given up too many times to claim victory in any of these. So, we shall sit instead in this limbo we have constructed ( Read more... )

Yes, it's official, I love my summer job. I have finished four books in the past two weeks, and now that I can bring my laptop into the toll booth with me, I am adding movie watching to my list of activities from the hours of 10-6. I really shouldn't be getting paid for this, but man it feels good to be. On the plus sid, I am getting immense ( Read more... )

I miss Chester in the summer. I miss running dogs across the fields and feeding stray cats cans of stolen cat food (yes, I sunk that low). I miss golden sunsets and sitting out in the backyard drinking a beer or watching the chester kids throw cans of soda at each other (it doesn't sounds as entertaining as it truly is). I'm trying to occupy my ( Read more... )

No matter when it happens, or how far its gone, it will always hurt to leave. Always.

I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain ( Read more... )

I have a love/hate relationship with my life. I didn't before. Maybe its just the hollow knocking inside of me thats setting it off, like the pieces, the gears, clicking where there should be fuel, shoulde be a molten core, but now its just cold and hard and it speaks her name softly like I don't know the source of the newfound rigidity.

She fed me. She is quite awesome. Obviously, I'm relatively easy in the point-giving department but I still think its quite warranted. Much love.