Seasons Roll

October skies
Brought dreams of demise
In those dormant times

Clouds like the storms
Of three months before
Made my greens no more

Despising browns
That littered the ground
Ever brought me down

I wept at grays
Tried to turn away
And lost track of days

This heart of mine
Fell in love with pines
Let it please remind

Message to send
So said my best friend
That greens have no end

How true that rings
While waiting for Spring
My soul starts to sing

Viridian
I gaze at the glen
My love comes again


-me

and my

green

This work was insipred by my new neighbor. He lives in my old apartment next door. I met him once to give him some dishwasher soap that I had left over due to the fact that I have no dishwasher in my new place. Then, on the 21st of September, I came home to find a note taped to my door and a bag around my door knob. The bag contained homade goods. A jar of corn soup, a jar of canned vegetables, and a bottle of wine.

The note attached read,
"As the days begin to shorten, and the toils of Summer are gathered, let us not forget to give thanks and share with others the bounty. Happy Autumn Solstice! -J. Michael, #204"

I wept at this kindness as I unwrapped the gifts that I was given.

Thank you, Universe. You have fabulous timing.

New Works

Let the chips fall where they may
I try without delay and never pay
attention to or be led astray
by relentless infectious regret
keep it at bay or be consumed
day after day float on float away
on a breath of freedom
fighting decay of empathy
convey and portray
something real
something honest
something other than grey


-me

Jeez man, lighten up

While walking to work today I saw two men in a quarrel. As I am approaching, one man is waking backwards with four large cement chunks behind his back. The other is walking towards him asking repeatedly, "Have you ever felt bullets piercing your skin?"

I simply cannot fathom how people so easily let it come to that. I just know that it is indeed easy. (see my comment on lividviv's recent post)

Goodnight and for God's sake, peace to all.

LSAD. Glad you spoke up.

It just so happens that I have had an opportunity to speak with our puke... uh I mean fearless leader regarding his Se7en list. Though he swore he'd only tell me in the strictest of confidence, I feel it is my civic duty, as a freedom (fries) loving citizen of Oceania (fuck. I did it again) I mean United States of America, to inform the masses of this rare & personal glimpse into the mind of such a global visionary.

So here it is direct from the mouth of the keystone of rightlessness & nationalism as dictated by Hubris Humility:

SE7EN

Se7en things that scare me
- Flint, Michigan
- competent public speaking
- trees
- Canada
- anyone educated on a post-secondary level
- comedians like Bill Hicks and Dave Chapelle
- brown people

Se7en things i like the most
- OIL MUTHAFUCKA
- strip mining
- inviting clueless friends to be invaluable parts of the national corporation
- clear cutting
- invading other sovereign nations for no excusable reason
- Eddie
- Me of course

Se7en most important things in my wing
- my stock ticker for energy companies (if only I could read it on my own)
- my pet called Eddie (I wish I knew how to link this fucker... no. no I don't)
- my Risk game... are you sure its only a game?
- my TV
- THE red button
- my money stuffed bed
- my dartboard featuring the face of Ani DiFranco

Se7en random facts about me
- I really think a space shield is a great idea
- My IQ is 73
- I am a wrecking fairy
- I am a Fortunate Son
- my hands are very soft from all the work I've done in my life
- I can't tell the difference between speaking and taking a massive shit
- I am a donkey raping shit eater

Se7en things I plan to do before I die
- North America
- Europe
- Asia
- Africa... (ooo! I did that one already!!)
- South America
- Australia
- Hmmm. Not much I can do with Antarctica. I guess I'll have scorch the skies of this planet with nuclear winter instead.

Se7en things I can do
- contribute to the decay of western society
- ride bikes
- golf
- rely on media to lie convincingly
- rely on fear to back up the lies
- fishing
- rig the ever loving fuck out of national elections... twice

Se7en things I can't do
- fight my own wars
- tolerate opinions
- understand why sex is fun
- be compassionate
- love
- more damage to the Earth than she can wash away
- read

Se7en things I say the most (quoted except for the first)
- (insert any incomprehensible rhetoric not unlike what John Madden does when commentating for the NFL)
- I want everybody to hear loud and clear that I am going to be the president of everybody.
- ... and we're movin' forward.
- This foreign policy stuff is a little frustrating.
- I am mindful not only of preserving executive powers for myself, but for predecessors as well.
- Our nation must come together to unite
- Do you have blacks too?

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adding this:
se7en things that attract me to a (wo)man:
- Desire for conquest... through me (Good God I love Risk)
- Acting like a piece of corporate art
- puritanical sex
- anything as long as I'm looking trough my beer goggles
- Flashing a little ankle
- Bare feet
- denial
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Se7en celeb crushes
- Pat Robertson
- Condoleeza Rice
- Jerry Falwell
- Toby Keith
- Rush Limbaugh
- Dick Cheney (and what a dick indeed)
- Lance

Smoking green on a dance with Red Death

I love being there. With friends of gold. With sweets of green. Skies of grey tuned blue. There at Red Death, a hillside deep in the Grey County National Forest. The dusty dirt beneath my feet. Looking out on the horizon, seeing the hills in the distance, the stars over my head, viewing the vast amounts of trees and thinking, "Yup. I've shit many times in those woods." I think that is the only spot on this Earth that has bits of my diet contributing to the local ecosystem. That is obviously not the point. The point is that I was with some of the most incredible people on this trip. My best of friends and a few budding golds. There were many laughs; some drug induced. Then again, Where there is LSAD and I, there is usually much giggling to be done whether green is present or not.

This trip marks the first of hopefully many outdoor rock climbing excursions. We visited Metcafe Rock just a few clicks from our dumping ground. The difference between out & indoor climbing is far more dramatic than I thought. When they say it is at least a grade higher than indoor, they're right. I was a little intimidated by the rock at first. For example: when you find a loose hold, you cannot ask management to tighten it for your safety. So we worked on traverses. Mostly because there was a concern about going much higher than six feet. Something about a small crashpad and brutal rocky landings... I don't know. I do know that coming off the wall, missing the crashpad completely and landing on a corner of a slanted rock does smart enough to make you use every ounce of nightmarish crimping madness you can muster to stick that fucking move and thereby realize that you could do more than you thought possible. Also, when you succeed in doing this you tend to get that great encouragement from your companions like "Clink-clank. You hear that? Dude's getting balls of steel." Thanks man. That feels real good.

Then on to the other side and down into a crevasse. A beautiful semi-hidden place bearing trees a thousand years old. Wander to the right spot and you will find an opportunity for a little spelunking. I was down there a year ago. The rock has indeed shifted since last year. Okay... That was a little unnerving for sure. Still it was just as worth it to go down there again.

The only thing that upset me this weekend was the nature-rapists who were there the week before. We're talking garbage- the kind you cannot burn. They just trashed the place. Coils of wire, countless beer bottles, pots n pans, plastics, styrofoam... and as if that was not enough, they cut down dozens of saplings in the area. NOT EVEN TO BURN. They used it to build a fucking Tee-pee. Not that that is any better, but the structure was pointless. It could not have provided sufficient shelter at all. They even used a live sapling pulled way over and tied down as the keystone of sorts at the top. And seriously. Is there really not enough dead wood on the ground for your nefarious plans?! A part of me hopes that they choked on the McDonald's food they ate before casting the garbage from it into the woods. Donkey raping shit eaters the lot of them.

As for the rest, I've no complaints. Stunning nature, beautiful friends, good laughs, good food, beer, green, climbing, spelunking, and cleaning up after assholes. What more could a nice guy like me want?

Thanks everyone.

Ever since

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guess who this is for...

NO, YOU DON'T

smiling in thier faces
while filling up the hole
so many dirty little places
in your filthy little worn out
broken down see through soul

baby's got a problem
tries so hard to hide
got to keep it on the surface
because everything else is dead on the other side

teeth in the necks of everyone you know
you can keep on sucking until the blood won't flow
when it starts to hurt it only helps it grow
taking all you need
(but not this time)
no, you don't

and just for the record
just so you know
I did not believe
that you could sink so low

you think that you can beat them
I know that you won't
you think you have everything
but no, you don't

-NIN

Can you smell that?

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Can you smell that? I think one of our engines has blown.

The contempt in her eyes.
The vilification of me by him.
That fucking house.
A construction site.
Sleeping in a living room on a cot.
The complacency of the others.
Fuck this place.

by the way...

"She’s got the camouflage and your looking ok,
From the bottom of the best and the worst well what can I say?
So you cocked your head to shoot me down,
And I don’t give a damn about you or this town,
No more,
Now I know the score.

Well good luck believin’ in every word they said,
I hope you have enough space in your head,
I don’t,
No but I know the score.
Need me to fall down so you can climb up some fool ass ladder,
Well good luck I hope,
I hope that something better up there.
Cause you cocked your head to shoot me down,
And I don’t give a shit about you or this town,
No more,
Now not I know the score."

-Modest Mouse -Perfect Disguise

JUST THE FACTS MA'AM part 3

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