My favorite fruit is grapes. Because with grapes, you always get another chance. ‘Cause, you know, if you have a crappy apple or a peach, you’re stuck with that crappy piece of fruit. But if you have a crappy grape, no problem – just move on to the next. ‘Grapes: The Fruit of Hope.’
- Demetri Martin
“God is the perfect poet,
Who in his person acts his own creations.”
Robert Browning
Famous English Poet (1812-1889)
© 2011
“Gratitude is the inward feeling of kindness received. Thankfulness is the natural impulse to express that feeling. Thanksgiving is the following of that impulse.”
Remember not just a poppy
Remember the voiceless
Remember dead souls don’t talk
Remember love
Remember not war
Remember what for
© 2011
Deep inside me, there’s a wireless
Pandora’s Box. EPandora. Locked
up tight. I keep googling, I keep looking
for guidance. I keep hoping. What could
be inside? Bright red lipstick, flaming
mangos, green polka-dot-panties?
© 2011
What the heck is this? What the petroleum jelly? However you look at
it it’s messed up. But what about all the jelly fish in the whirlpool of life?
I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore. I have the worst craving for
a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. But seriously, who would have thought
we’d be here dreading all the associations? Certainly not me. Actually, I
was dreading massaging the absence of field to tell you the truth.
Speaking of truth, what’s the deal with all the phony commercials?
Sometimes I sit in front of the tube, but what I really feel like doing is
banging my head against the lies. Can you dig it my mother? Coz I can
really get into the swing of things if I tried. Phew! That was a mouthful.
I think I’ll just chill for a while and take a few of these truth serums
instead.
© 2011
having the flu and
with nothing else to do
I read a book about John Dos Passos and according to
the book once radical-communist
John ended up in the Hollywood Hills living off investments
and reading the
Wall Street Journal
this seems to happen all too often.
what hardly ever happens is
a man going from being a young conservative to becoming an
old wild-ass radical
however:
young conservatives always seem to become old
conservatives.
it’s a kind of lifelong mental vapor-lock.
but when a young radical ends up an
old radical
the critics
and the conservatives
treat him as if he escaped from a mental
institution.
such is our politics and you can have it
all.
keep it.
sail it up your
ass.
“World’s use is cold, world’s love is vain,
world’s cruelty is bitter bane;
but is not the fruit of pain.”
“All beautiful and noble qualities have been united in me… I shall be the fruit which will leave eternal vitality behind even after its decay. How great must be your joy, therefore, to have given birth to me.”
Egon Schiele
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