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I remember a scene in "Fahrenheit 911", just after Michael Moore had pieced together an impressive montage showing the Bush family's mega-lucrative oil ties with the Saudi royals and the bin Ladens; a scene in which Bush, about to board a plane, stops to bash John Kerry for "not having an energy pol...

the view from my soapbox is breathtaking the Mount Everest of philosophy and justice my head pierces the rare ethers of god, part three knowledge of good and evil unleashed in tongues I am the fount of channeled wisdom up there silky sermons of milk and honey flowing from the mount or the fiery torn...

Yes. Contact received. Stage set. Innocence has been tainted. I am non-political by nature. I abhor politics. I detest the thought of it. Life obviously has nothing to do with the insipid, insidious disease of politics, and I, for one, count it as a monumental failure of those currently in charge, w...

I still like....



a jumper cable walks into a bar.

the bartender says, "OK, I'll serve you,

but don't start anything".....

I saw an old man sitting on a park bench, crying. I sat down next to him and asked him what was the matter. He wiped his eyes and said, "I'm an old man of eighty-two, and I live with a beautiful young woman, twenty-four years old. She cooks and takes care of me, and the sex is unbelievable... six ti...

Is the 'Img' button the only way to post graphic images here? Does it allow you to control size and location of the image? It appears that conventional html code is not recognized here. Thanks for any insight you could give me in regard to this. btw.... I'm heading into Oregon for awhile, so I might...

much thanks, wired one.... more late night scribbling for me. I should have skewered politics while I was at it. Have I mentioned lately how much I hate politics? Besides yesterday, that is? I'm signing off for awhile.... going to head into eastern Oregon to clear my head.... the great "reset button...

had a talk with a prism last night one which divides pure light for no good reason red paths ripped from blue by tiny fractions of degrees summarily dismissed, shot into space we exchanged theorems and corollaries it was obvious that all poetry must be geometric because all of existence must secretl...

"first flight or was it
the second coming
the couple next to me
poured chivas regal
salutations on my sweet
corn liquor smile as the
flight circled big apple"....

I love that...

thanks, Wired....

Thanks Hest and Glorious for your kind words. Much appreciated.
Something I read over on AC sparked me on this. It's also taken
from people I have met in real life. Religion confounds me, mostly.
And Toerag.... funny stuff. I'm going to steal that one....

I met a high priest one time, standing on his lofty, radioactive fortress on the big bang's highest, holiest hot rock, well short of grazing the nearest star, yet taller than all the other fortresses built on everyman's sinking sand He peered down at me when he could our big bang father, who art in ...

yes...

cold logic and calculation
belie the presence, the pitch
the tempest's inner fury

a tightening in the chest
a shock of pressure drop
greed attacking with gale force

greed ends the summer calm
and plunders even its own gains
blowing in on a stolen bandwagon

MTV... About the highest accolade MTV could have ever expected out of me was a "been there, done that". Unfortunately, MTV cannot even claim that distinction. I just never really went there. In fact, the mainstream corporate music juggernaut in general lost me quite early in my life, with the rise o...

Yeah... Jimi... I can't believe he's escaped my collection thus far.... I will remedy that immediately.... I heard a couple of his tunes on some classic rock station the other day, and they jumped out and grabbed me, as if to say, "where have you been"? And I picked up some Velvet Underground awhile...

that was a powerful read. Thank you. I don't know you, so please don't take any of this as personal criticism.... just an impression or two as I read. The first one is obvious.... the myth of the perfect man. All of life is perfect in its imperfection. People who measure life by Armani suits and ban...