Year: 2003
Scribbles on the Back
Posted on July 10, 2003 in Book of Days Possessions
I don’t mind if you call me a bum. You can even call me a damned-old-bum. I’m asking such a simple thing. Forgive my negleanance. Thank you. No I haven’t staked any claims yet, but I have found an untunéd piano with all the accouterments. Write gm 2/c after my name now. It has something to do with a promotion. That’s what they tell me, anyhow.
Der Fuerher’s Face
Posted on July 10, 2003 in Culture Liberty
Note the similarity of life in the dream sequence to what the Right wants to promote in America today: no more paid overtime, the demand that you have to “love the leader because he is the leader”, the emphasis on making bombs and more bombs, “we bring the world new order”, etc
Not Endorsements
Posted on July 10, 2003 in Campaign 2004
I make no endorsements at this time. I ask to be pressured to make none.
Heat
Posted on July 10, 2003 in Weather
The interior of the house radiates inwardly, making it tough to sleep, tough to think.
Pointing Back At Me
Posted on July 10, 2003 in Agnosticism Attitudes Crosstalk
I simply said “When I listen to that kind of stuff, I feel the angry well up in me. I don’t like living like that.”
No Crown
Posted on July 10, 2003 in Prose Arcana
A free man met another man wearing a crown on the road. He reached up and knocked it off.
Beyond the End of the Driveway
Posted on July 9, 2003 in Adolescence Book of Days PTSD
In those days, my high school years, my Catholic parents had arranged what amounted to a five day a week divorce.
Poison Tree
Posted on July 9, 2003 in Adolescence Body Language Pulmonary Writing Exercises
Last month when I told my mother about my discovery, she said “Your stupid grandfather ate lots of those berries and they never killed him.”
Gay Marriage Photos
Posted on July 9, 2003 in Milestones Partnership
Only one thing I can say: “Congratulations, Michael and Robert.
Attacks and Belief in Comments
Posted on July 9, 2003 in Blogging
Those who want to just attack strike me as a species of roach deserving classification or perhaps a variety of sock puppet with nothing but a fist inside of it.
Acrostics
Posted on July 9, 2003 in Poems
Simple folk
Language
Asshole speech
Nonstandard.
Go fuck yourself.
The Apple Green Key
Posted on July 8, 2003 in Book of Days Prose Arcana
Chris had a key which he didn’t know the use for
