we all keep things. odds and ends that remind us of certain times in our lives when we were being a certain way. when we were looking at the clock and wondering when was the next time we were going to see tomorrow, we held these things in our hands and contemplated the importance. I used to hoard everything. I kept all the little things and ( Read more... )

I saw the Michael Moore movie last night - Fahrenheit 9/11 ( Read more... )

I don't know what I'm doing here. I don't know why I even fucking exist. I'm not mad or sad about it, it just really baffles me ( Read more... )

It would laugh at myself, if I knew that I would be sitting here a decade and a half later, staring into a box of light, symphonically moving my fingers over the melodious buttons, each representing a symbol used to communicate with the rest of the world. The animal in me does not reject the ridiculousness and excess of my human's existence. Only ( Read more... )

Recent Libertarian releaseto all those who say getting out of Iraq NOW is a bad idea ( Read more... )

Clicking is much more mechanical than the sound of ink gliding over a white page. It also isn’t as strenuous with a much easier motion of fingers and forearms. It’s more of a beat than it is a melody, with slamming fingertips against the silvery, sleek, shiny buttons slightly glazed with a layer of fingerprints. I don’t use my whole body, looking ( Read more... )

Some days I wake up and everything I do seems like a backlash to the knowledge, the opulent inference, that it’s all wrong. It’s hard to ignore on some days because the casualties are smiling at me; they’re shifting and steering down the same road as me, into the sunset of a meltdown.

This ephemeral ball of nothing, floating in the cosmos. ( Read more... )

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It's all gonna come down.

Global warming, rather than causing gradual, centuries-spanning change, may be pushing the climate to a tipping point. Growing evidence suggests the ocean-atmosphere system that controls the world's climate can lurch from one state to another in less than a decade-like a canoe that's gradually tilted until suddenly it ( Read more... )

It's not the beauty that gets dimmer. It's the perception of what is always there. You can call it beauty, all at varying degrees of intensity. It hits me all at once, how different my life is in such a short amount of time, all the time. This has always amazed me as I've grown up. This has always been a ladder of challenge, buckling me over from ( Read more... )