My love...There's only you in my life. The only thing that's bright. My first love, you're every breath that I take. You're every step I make. And i (i-i-i-i-i) I want to share all my love with you. No one else will do... And your eyes...Your eyes, your eyes. They tell me how much you care. Ooh yes, you will always be....
My endless love
Two hearts...Two hearts that beat as one. Our lives have just begun. Forever (ohhhhhh) I'll hold you close in my arms. I can't resist your charms. And love...Oh, love. I'll be a fool for you, I'm sure. You know I don't mind. Oh, you know I don't mind. Cause you, you mean the world to me. Oh I know, I know, I've found in you....
My endless love
And, yes. You'll be the only one. Cause no one can deny this love I have inside. And I'll give it all to you. My love, my love, my love....My endless love.


Every year since 1991, the United Nations General Assembly has passed a resolution condemning the United States' embargo on the caribbean nation of Cuba. The most recent condemnation took place on November 8, 2006, by a vote of 183-4. With only the U.S., Israel, Palau (U.S. protectorate), and the Marshall Islands (U.S. dependent and nuclear test site) voting against.
Does it sound like Cuba has an evil, oppresive regime to you?


I am a prostitute to a better cause

I suspect that if we could sum up in a single sentence what our purpose in life would be - it's that we were born to be fully Self-expressive. And we could put a big chunk of the world's suffering under the categories of; suffering because we know that we're not expressing our Selves fully, or mourning that we don't even know who that is, or that we lost touch with that Self somewhere along the way". It's incredibly frustrating to know that you have something inside of you like that and to not be quite reaching the point of giving birth to it - to be bringing it out into the world.


"Hey babe," I said, grabbing her knees, "pretend you're the Red Sea and i'm God..."

addendum: i just got a call that my sleeve has finished being designed. so i finally get to start on it in a month. niiiiice.

I can only think of the inappropriate things to do between your thighs.
It is the only memory of thought that exists anymore, inside this tungsten painted body striking a kenotic pose. I feel an acidic estrus running below the surface of my skin. Like a pig attracted to the filth.
My mind is saturated with the sound of ventilation. "Dirty love…" exhales past my mouth, as my eyes follow the neon pinks and pastel greens bleeding from my nose. The grievous and black skin that surrounds my wounds, only register with a horrified subconscious. Because a body with armor doesn't need to worry about things like that. And mine has been polished shiny by the bathroom baking soda, soaked up with quick avarice. Only after, of course, consulting with my councils, who unanimously agreed to enema these botherations, and replace them with a bovine apathy.
All that is left is lust. Lust for taste, numb experience, impulse and trice gratification. Tip-toeing like the sea-line between sensation and vacancy. Bearing a resemblance to the solar cycle inside my head, as my brain plays necromancer with itself.
And as I tilt to a view of under-counter piping, I remember that I need to smile.

I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don't think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can't fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can't even write this properly. I can't read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that - everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can't go on spoiling your life any longer.
- virginia



Before she died she whispered, "My killer's name is Loretta, and she lives across the street from me..."

Are you satisfied with your life yet?

What are you doing about it?


playing 'Imagine' by John Lennon at a party is a real downer

Dear Maurice:

Hello. Have a nice day. Yes. Mahalo. Stand back. I have finally returned from the Wilderness, where I was chased & tormented by huge radioactive Bobcats for almost 22 weeks. When I finally escaped they put me in a Decompression Chamber with some people I couldn't recognize, so I went all to pieces & now I can't remember anything or Anybody or even who I was, all that time -- which was exactly since Groundhog Day, when it started.

Anyway, that's why I fell behind in my correspondence for a while. I could not be reached except by the Animals, and they hated me. I never knew Why. There was no explanation for it.



i heard the crack of my knee on the pavement, and knew you shot well...

Roots and leaves themselves alone are these,
Scents brought to men and women from the wild woods
and pond-side,
Breast-sorrel and pinks of love, fingers that wind around
tighter than vines,
Gushes from the throats of birds hid in the foliage of
trees as the sun is risen,
Breezes of land and love set from living shores to you on
the living sea, to you, O sailors!
Frost-mellow'd berries and Third-month twigs offer'd
fresh to young persons wandering out in the fields
when the winter breaks up


today i spoke to God, but all he said was "neon"

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!


Time has no divisions to mark its passage, there is never a thunderstorm or blare of trumpets to announce the beginning of a new month or year. Even when a new century begins it is only we mortals who ring bells and fire off pistols.



There is only one certainty in the new year. The world will still have tyrants, and the people who follow them.

DELETE

A man ninety years old was asked to what he attributed his longevity;
"I reckon", he said with a twinkle in his eye, "it's because most nights I
went to bed and slept when I should have sat up and worried."

It's my birthday tomorrow.
There is no funny. I'm not laughing. There is no 'ha-ha'.


People don't grow old; they just get boring.