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Tuesday, June 5th, 2007
2:20 am - Make the Pie Higher

This following poem is composed entirely of
actual quotes from George W. Bush.


Make the Pie Higher


I think we all agree, the past is over.

This is still a dangerous world.

It's a world of madmen

And uncertainty

And potential mental losses.


Rarely is the question asked

Is our children learning?

Will the highways of the internet

Become more few?

How many hands have I shaked?


They misunderestimate me.

I am a pitbull on the pantleg of opportunity.

I know that the human being and the fish

Can coexist.


Families is where our nation finds hope

Where our wings take dream.

Put food on your family!

Knock down the tollbooth!

Vulcanize society!

Make the pie higher!

Make the pie higher!


Source: Richard Thompson




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2:20 am - Make the Pie Higher

This following poem is composed entirely of
actual quotes from George W. Bush.


Make the Pie Higher


I think we all agree, the past is over.

This is still a dangerous world.

It's a world of madmen

And uncertainty

And potential mental losses.


Rarely is the question asked

Is our children learning?

Will the highways of the internet

Become more few?

How many hands have I shaked?


They misunderestimate me.

I am a pitbull on the pantleg of opportunity.

I know that the human being and the fish

Can coexist.


Families is where our nation finds hope

Where our wings take dream.

Put food on your family!

Knock down the tollbooth!

Vulcanize society!

Make the pie higher!

Make the pie higher!


Source: Richard Thompson



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Wednesday, May 2nd, 2007
1:31 pm - A journal entry.
You know, one gay thing about blogs- Gay as in bad -is that the blog becomes a place to make money, just like every other part of your life. That, is a load of bullshit.

Who cares about how many people will give you money to read your stupid opinions? Oh, but it would be oh so nice to be paid for my stupid opinions. Oh the agony of internet, just another capitalist paradise.

I'm tired of this lame facade of enjoyment. Goddamn it. I want something better. I want steel teeth that bite through bullets and bullshit and lunch. I don't know what I mean by that.

But yeah, don't you ever want something better? Not in the sense of some THING that you want to be better, but your very approach to the experience of the THING, don't you want that to be better? I don't know. Maybe all I want is to wear the pants in the family. Maybe what would make me happy is absolute control over the entire universe. Then, there is the pesky problem of diligence in responsibility.

Maybe what I want is sublime isolation, but then there is the problem of loneliness.

Maybe what I want is love, but then there is the problem of ME. Rage, fear, fetishism, loneliness, sublime isolation.



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Sunday, March 19th, 2006
9:57 am - *Death Rattle*
I've got a blog up at marcusfaith.livejournal.com
I'm just filling in for spidey today, he's got the disenterry. Keep hope alive for him, I have faith that with the correct evil voodoo, we'll have something resembling old spidey shambling around, scouring the earth for brains, delicious brains.

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Saturday, March 18th, 2006
2:02 pm - Internet Wisdom
"Avoid them, ignore them, feel the pain, move on."- anonymous contributor

"It's all in the attitude" - deborah fowles

"Go away or I will replace you with a very small shell script" -thinkgeek.com

"i am so hungry that my stomach has digested itself. i guess i cant be hungry without a stomach. this is a good thing." -melisssssssa

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Friday, March 17th, 2006
12:22 am
I dont feel comfortable in this skin any longer.

The skin is the persona.

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Saturday, March 11th, 2006
6:19 pm
To sum up, Fuck Shaftesbury.

This is such a strange feeling, the feeling lost and loosing fast. I feel as if I've just stepped from behind a fog into clarity, but it's just an image of true clarity, a false clarity. So fleeting, it lasts only a few seconds, and is then replaced by a thick liquid that bends the light and all I see are clowns and distortions. Its an amusement, it keeps inattention at bay and keeps attention far enough away so as not to see the things to which it should be attentive.

Fucking shaftesbury.

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Friday, March 10th, 2006
6:38 pm - KONNICHIWA BITCH!
Everybody please give a psychic shout out to RAUL TAKAHASHI, who just turned twenty three today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAKA!

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6:19 pm - Lazy day # 7863
Woo. Today is a whole new day, but damn, here I am doing the same old shit. Busting mad phat blunts open like a birthday suprise. Playing video games, hanging with my girl, eating instant noodles, telling myself that I need to clean my fucking room today. I like this. I do what I want when I want. I dont have to work until sunday. It's too bad my freedom is built on my mothers labor, she pays the house, buys the food, pays the light, the water, the gas. So I'm not really free, but I feel great. All I need is a few thousand words, a porno assload of reading, and I'll be GOLDEN.

current mood: great

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Tuesday, March 7th, 2006
10:36 pm
It's time for anything, its the middle. Get out your running shoes.

Yeah, not really. Played video games today and was a general layabout. Psi ops is alright, I like monkey ball better. I'm just itching and scratching to get the fuck out of here. It's not that I have so much to do, it's relatively quiet, but not quiet enough to read philosophy. Philosophy makes me need concentrate. Gah. I'm still training Juan, and he's very friendly, so I can't read well with him here.

I have not made today a very creative day, I have created nothing besides ash and a soft turd. Up and over, up and away. Vanny is painting a chinese woman.

If I dig through the black, blue, and yellow I find pixeled crosshairs, drifting around, locking on. Arms holding weapons in fatigues. A ball rolling to a goal held fast in focus. The indistinct harmonies of a dozen masterworks of music that hold no special meaning at all, but hold the nothing thoughts, the pudding snack thoughts together like cows hooves. There is a badly rendered spinning fan, I must be required to get my timing right. Is there a game that teaches self discipline, iron will?

current mood: complacent

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Sunday, March 5th, 2006
4:29 pm - shanghai
Everyone is afraid of China in the western world. Why, what is it that makes them afraid? Is it the phrase Red Empire? Is it the communist government, or the billions of people? Is it that we feel inferior, mentally, spiritually? Maybe it's the kid standing in front of a tank, and the part of that video you didn't see. Maybe it's the careful patience of the chinese bureaucracy, their ability to implement large, long term projects with an ease impossible in our governments. Maybe it's the eyes.

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Tuesday, February 28th, 2006
8:56 pm
I'm training Juan Sanchez, he's the little brother of a guy I went to grade school with: Hector Sanchez. He's pretty cool, I think he'll show up to work when he's supposed to.

I'm fucking behind on school work. When have I been ahead?

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Thursday, February 23rd, 2006
1:53 am - From beauty to love
I hardly ever update marcusfaith. Is he dead, or just afraid to be seen?

Is Love the end all be all of everything, no. Love is the force that moves Soul towards Beauty, which is the face of God.

Different rhythms put us in harmony or out of harmony with God within, the inner truth. The rhythms of the visible world are in essence number, proportions which establish identity.

No, I'm not absorbing the text as best as I can. There will be room for improvement. To what end does he talk about chaos, only to point out that the formed comes from the formless. They both seem to think that beauty is limited to certain senses, the three; reason, vision, hearing. No, that makes no sense. What about a blind/deaf/mute, he doesn't know beauty? These three senses have more bandwith, there is greater fidelity in the images, which allows beauty to be discerned in finer detail.

Ride my skateboard a little bit shaky. Missed class this morning, missed class yesterday too. Have no idea what I'm supposed to have read for tomorrow. My math skills are laughable. In spanish, the only class which does not offer challenge, I'm confident that my mere presence in class ensures mediocrity. Spent an hour last night trying to start a fire, might have succeded, but it would have taken all night. Too much wet. Links of sausage are juicy and oily, and both traits succeed in laying on shine.

current mood: procrastilazy

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Monday, February 20th, 2006
8:26 pm - Mozart says Don't be late
I want to try to eliminate phraseology like "in fact", "clearly", and "therefore", from my handwriting that is. Gosh, its skary to share your dreams with someone, but not that scary at all really. On one hand, they see your juicy innards, and salivate in anxiousness to succulate their tounges upon your delectable motivation. On the other, you get to know that you're not afraid of your dream because you're willing to let it be associated with you outside your imagination.

Take a moment to remember how much you wanted to piss or shit today while you were doing something that prevented that. I'll use that time to go get my balance board. Now that I'm back and typing and balancing at the same time, I'd like to give myself a round of applause but I might loose my balance.

As I was talking about barriers in my way I didnt' see the wall that was right in front of my face, the one I was holding on to as firmly as an apple in my hand. Now that I'm eating this stolen muffin, I see it. I see myself making love to that wall, rubbing my cock all over it like a goddamn crazy man.

current mood: cool

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Saturday, February 18th, 2006
9:43 pm - It was not that much colder than hell, and the fire wouldnt have impressed the devil.
I sat out there like a drunk fixated upon the past. The fire must have glowed on my eyes like a shamananic stupor, and I had no thoughts. Christian had come over earlier, I put on some mozart, made us some dragonwater, and started piling bricks. After twenty minutes and a thin joint we had a crude firepit. Jake came, we stood out there for a while, trying to get it started in the cold. Jake left after five beers, christian left after two joints. I stayed out there till I got tired of Mozart. With a thin hose, I turned out the light, basking in the cloud of steam while I waited. Then I slept.

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Thursday, February 16th, 2006
9:24 pm
Ever tell you that my chest is expanding? That its often painful to breathe, that I have to take short breaths to avoid the pain. I have not mentioned this in a while, but today I feel so tired. I wish I hadn't agreed to work today, I feel awful. I'm reminded of a story about a taikwoondo master who was beating the shit out of a peice of wood, a marikawa, and some dude was watching him, totally amazed that he could bloody his hand up like that. He asked him, "how do you handle the pain?", the guy said "I didn't feel it till just now, when I thought about it. You see I was imagining my home in korea." Well, this is not quite like that here, but I should take a few lessons from that dude.

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4:07 pm - Cut Short
I can't stand the waves that follow, calling sunny cascades of sunlight waving in and out of each and each to sunburned mudblack canvas. Sally jumped from stair to stair, amazed at the ball that follows hip to tail, from tail to eyebrow beyond and sliding hands adjust they must they should be contained. Blowtorch sunrays raise my folds and black matt I wear seeing hair matted wet and passing by the standard kids with jelly skin.

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Wednesday, February 15th, 2006
1:49 pm - Si queres bailar, yo bailo.
Jesus, you think you've got it bad but then you see what the others are on and it makes your shit seem stale. Grenadine!

Have been doing? Hahaha. As if. I'm bobby self-improvement, improving nothing, changing nothing; trying anyway despite vaporous results. Don't hold back now, say it how you mean it. Don't pretend you give two fucks about anything but readership and results. Those are asides. Marta Dunn left our hotel, and left 103 smelling like cigarettes. The maintanence man said she would be up every morning, with the window open, the curtain too, and be sitting around naked. Sounds just like her, virtuous thing that she is. Why should she be ashamed of her pussy? She made babies, she had men, she bathes regularly I'm sure.

I'm planning a party, only the people I like will come or care. Anyone know how to build a TeePee?

Shit, I forgot that I'm supposed to be writing a paper that was due tuesday. I've been procrastinating like a motherfucker who just cant seem to get around to fucking his mother. It's for Detective, which is a pretty boring class. Maybe I'd like it more if I went more often. Spent an extra ten minutes talking to buckman today after Art. When I speak in class, I have to remind myself not to think about my shaking hands. It's said that practice makes such things pass away, but I have to wonder if it's something I want to practice. I do like being heard, but I just doing like talking to alot of people. When speaking to a group its like you're a child talking to a big grown up, they all react together like one fat man squinting and curling his brow into greasy mountains. Reread.

Valentines was uneventful, but alot a people goto hotels to fuck so I was busy.

I'm done buying books. I'll start buying books after I read every single goddamn book I own, and if it's not worth reading I'm disposing of it. My bookshelf is over capacity.

God, I could keep writing here all day you know, but I get the feeling that no one would appreciate that. It's no stain on you, the internet is about brevity.

Dude! Exciting is how I am because of my NEW BALANCE BOARD! It rocks my nuts slowly between its fingers and applies gentle but firm pressure to my prostate, just like my doctor. I could play with that thing until my fingers turn into prunes, hahahahahahahahahahah! Dirty joke! No, but seriously it's fucking-theshit. Also, if anyone owns a PRISM I'd like to borrow it.

current mood: good

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Sunday, February 12th, 2006
12:48 pm - i want to try hypnosis, i've seen it work wonders
I'm crawling out from under my caloused palm, slick and mudcovered. I'm pressing on myself with steady, deconstructing pressure. I'm plugging a hole with that huge hand of mine. The hole is black, deep like pussy, but bigger than my dick. I escape the pushdown, and I'm standing in a field of stars naked, this is the dwelling of crushing spirits. So much travel accuses every direction with hopelessness. I look up at that long shaft connected to my hand, it just goes on up forever, and if not that far it hits to vanishing. What work is there to do here? I tear the skin off my hand, I reach in and pull the capilaries and veins out. I stomp on the tendons and nerves. I pull back the cuticles to the bone, I eat all the flesh from the hand, and light a fire with fat and hate. I wait there for unending nights, breaking off chips of bone, making tools. Drying the skin to wear on my naked body. My hair grows long, my teeth grow black. I can't find enough uses for the bone, there are no animals to hunt, no trees to chop. So it's bone on bone then, I cut the hand off at the wrist, it takes years. I climb up the wrist to collect flesh while I work those years, I make rope out of tendon and dried nerve. The hand comes off, and the body falls down out of the sky, rocking the distance like a cradle, and the white comes from the black. The sea of stars becomes the ocean of light. When I wake up, I'm without a hand, degraded in flesh up the arm. That hole is open, and now a thick tar is bubbling out, I have the urge to run from it, but I stay. I take it in my hands and mold it like clay, it becomes anything. I craft a new hand, and make it into rock, mend the wounds in my flesh, with silver. With two hands, I set to rebuild the man in the sky.

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Saturday, February 4th, 2006
2:25 pm - Father forgive me, for I quizeth sorely.
Your results:
You are Spock
Spock
67%
James T. Kirk (Captain)
65%
Jean-Luc Picard
65%
Geordi LaForge
60%
An Expendable Character (Redshirt)
60%
Chekov
55%
Mr. Sulu
55%
Will Riker
55%
Worf
55%
Uhura
50%
Data
43%
Leonard McCoy (Bones)
40%
Deanna Troi
35%
Mr. Scott
25%
Beverly Crusher
25%
You are skilled in knowledge and logic.
You believe that the needs of the many
outweigh the needs of the few.
Click here to take the "Which Star Trek character am I?" quiz...

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