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down with the military
and down with sin
down with your name
and down with that dumb grin

down with the yankees
and down with the jews
down with the antichrist
and down with you!

down with computers
and down with the internet
down with my damn website
and down with silly old me.

Long live Y2k!

It’s raining today. It rains so seldom here.
I’m looking forward to whatever that might mean.
It might mean a fresh start for a new morning tomorrow.. perhaps the sky will be a little less brown (boy, was it ugly yesterday!), or perhaps the clouds will be a little bit puffier.
It might also mean a light dew will fall on our heads from the big dark sky while we look up into the face of god… and wait for whatever message might come forth.

To you and yours: Be pleasant to one another. Don’t fight about stupid shit. Don’t care about things that don’t matter. Actually try to figure out for yourself what does matter. If everyone did that… there’d be a whole lot of people thinking that weren’t before.

Rar.

I was just reading through some of the stuff I was writing 2 years ago. I just don’t write anything like that stuff anymore. I think I’m possibly a bit more focused now. It shows, for sure. I’d like to be more open with my random feelings or something…

But I guess, too, that I’ll probably say the same thing about some of the stuff I’m writing now when I look back at it.

My whole life will just be a slow crawl into becoming everything I’ve ever wondered about.

I don’t seem to have as much to be angry about as I used to. I guess I get angry about little internal office politics sort of things. I get angry about people being lazy and unmotivated and trying to push work onto other people. That’s lame. But I don’t really get upset about world events (since those get really depressing really fast and I just ignore them whenever I can). I have a pretty good life. I think maybe I need to start churning up more of that anger again. I’m getting soft. Soft in the head and soft in the belly.

dangling eyelashes
openinq and closing
trapping my gaze
and sealing my fate

i will sit alone
and ponder
those tender teardrops
dripping deliberately to earth

The actors on the scene are not the only players around. They are the ones that decide who takes which roles, but they are not the ones who decide who is offered which roles. The producers are involved as well. They decide what combination of actors will be entertaining to the public this time around.

staring at you
wondering how you feel about this
and those other people staring back
at me

a fork in my arm
a little painful,
but not really a problem.
sorta like my time with you.

There is order.
There it is.
There is pain.
There it is.
There is outrage.
There it is.
There is joy.

It’s sort of weird how people end up being so spread out as they grow up. When you’re little, you just make friends with whoever’s nearby, but when you get old, you try to hold onto friends as long as you can… regardless of how difficult it is. It’s a nice effort, but… if we all want to spend so much time together, why do we spend so much time trying to figure out where we want to be? We should just want to be wherever our loved ones are. That’s really where heaven on earth is, anyway.