This weekend was uneventful in a good way, not a bad way. My roommate was gone, and I kicked back and relaxed, slept extra to catch up, read some good stuff (I got a STACK of scifi books at a used book store the other day, all these good ones I've been meaning to get to and some other random ones. I'm just gonna load up on scifi as I prepare for National Novel Writing Month), and generally avoided contact with anyone.
Okay, that's not true. I did go to church as always and to a poetry slam, which I hadn't done in a while. It was good to see some of those crazy kids after having been away from the scene. Everyone had new poems (yes, including me). Here's a part of the poem I did called Weapon:
Bush be tryin' to pass his grammatical fumbles,
Touch our language down to his caveman mentality level,
Or better yet sack your best D-free speech.
Let's intercept these Patriot-actors.
Flip through our poetic playbooks and write a statue of linguistic liberty play--
Shake people. Wake 'em up! Say:
Hey, buddy, shouldn't that read "I support President Bush OR our troops?"
Because I support our troops-Not getting shot at!
I support little babies all across America NOT needing to know why they call it Bag-Dad.
What is it mean when you say it-support our troops-like what?
You haulin' the body bags in the trunk? Can't carry many in your sports car.
Rich motherfuckers frontin' like they're built Ford tough...
It goes on. I'm pretty angry at Bush, as you might imagine. He may be an idiot, but that doesn't mean he shouldn't be held responsible for every single thing he's done.
Okay, so I REALLY need to just disappear until the election... Now I guess you know why I consciously had to take time out to chill.
Hey, if you know any good, obscure sci-fi book that I NEED to read, lemme know.
I'll bet you haven't read anything by James Alan Gardner, who is brilliant. Read Expendable.
Okay, that's not true. I did go to church as always and to a poetry slam, which I hadn't done in a while. It was good to see some of those crazy kids after having been away from the scene. Everyone had new poems (yes, including me). Here's a part of the poem I did called Weapon:
Bush be tryin' to pass his grammatical fumbles,
Touch our language down to his caveman mentality level,
Or better yet sack your best D-free speech.
Let's intercept these Patriot-actors.
Flip through our poetic playbooks and write a statue of linguistic liberty play--
Shake people. Wake 'em up! Say:
Hey, buddy, shouldn't that read "I support President Bush OR our troops?"
Because I support our troops-Not getting shot at!
I support little babies all across America NOT needing to know why they call it Bag-Dad.
What is it mean when you say it-support our troops-like what?
You haulin' the body bags in the trunk? Can't carry many in your sports car.
Rich motherfuckers frontin' like they're built Ford tough...
It goes on. I'm pretty angry at Bush, as you might imagine. He may be an idiot, but that doesn't mean he shouldn't be held responsible for every single thing he's done.
Okay, so I REALLY need to just disappear until the election... Now I guess you know why I consciously had to take time out to chill.
Hey, if you know any good, obscure sci-fi book that I NEED to read, lemme know.
I'll bet you haven't read anything by James Alan Gardner, who is brilliant. Read Expendable.
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these words written by the founders of our country in the declaration of independence can only ring so loudly today. our forefathers could see that men become corrupt and greedy, that power can only be used as a manipulation to better ones own place in the world.
it is our time to do something about the current situation of our country. activists like tim (get rid of bush) and other such persons running profiles on this site to try and better our country show that each person who is against our leaders or the way our country is ran are not alone.
alter or abolish it. vote on november 2nd. run for local offices. get petitions signed. get the word out there.
through our amendments we are granted the right to speak our minds. get on your soapboxes and let your voices be heard. get off your soapboxes and start changing the system.
it's already gone far enough. when will time become too late?
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today's saddness
Living is reason alone for our genocide
Love (or the notion thereof) is the martyr for this holocaust
life is ticking, bleeding, surviving.
War being the icon for independance
Freedom is not fighting. Freedom is not revenge.
Scapegoats comprised of underdogs.
I pledge allegiance not to hate
I pledge allegiance not to participate
I will not condone any of this.
waste.
this plague that is killing me.
thinking for me is breathing.
Our Father guide us now
blasphemous following taint your name.
Tribulations, trials, and apocolypse nears
lead us not into temptation,
rid us of those who lead by ignorance.
I have the right to stand on my soapbox
I have the right to live by my own accord
to be me.
I will not support malicious manipulations
I will work for that which I am blessed
Learning Love.
Recreating the menu of my emotional sustenance
Our homes have become fallout shelters
Humble abodes demolished by mortars of politics
Shrapnel of lost hope forever embedded in appendages
charred is the bridges of yesterday's peace
yet i hope........
i smile......
i wish.......
i continue to live......