Sunday 7.8.7
No posts for a few days. I'll be away from computers and civilization, enjoying the whitewater of NC. I shall return alive...
Saturday Links
Paul tops onetime-frontrunner McCain in campaign cash.
Ron Paul Myspace
Ron Paul home page
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Mike Gravel Home Page
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Wikipedia election summary with candidates linked
Don't just vote, vote responsibly.
Smile!
I came across a myspace blog today in which the author called for anarchy and secession of the current U.S. government. It always amazes me how negative people can be sometimes. This issue for example- if there is no government, who will take all that surplus money from our paychecks to feed into inefficient programs we don't need? Who will protect us from the evils of the world like trans-fats, secondhand smoke, and handguns? Who will "educate" our children 5 days a week, 180 days a year? Who will tell us who is good and who is bad? Where will I get my free condoms and be shown how to use them? Who will force me to save now for when I'm old? People just don't think about these things. Who will monitor the phone lines and the internet for blogs like this? Who will keep our borders strong (oh they don't?). Well, who will ration our chocolate and razors? Who will fight Eurasia (or is it Eastasia?). Who will wake us up on the tele-screen every morning to do our stretches!? These are only a few examples of the many services we have because the American government is strongly in place and functioning. Let's give them a break for once. If you see a federal politician on the street, smile big, shake his hand, tell him he's doing a good job.I'm still working on my letter to America which I began on July 4th...
F-111 Aardvark
by A.B. Samien
Like that time I came home to find slugs
in the shade of mama's concrete steps,
dressed in uniform,
with little American flags,
burning, coated in salt.
like "Eighteen today, dead tomorrow,"
like "Draft Beer, not boys,"
"Fight the VD, Not the VC."
like the time I flew up the green mountainside
looking down to see my shadow so small,
a cross on the ground
so distant, like your rearview rosary
that night I followed you
because I wanted you back,
and found so much more.
Like clearing that green-topped ridge and
seeing it,
to pull the drop right on and watch
the melting villages with their upturned faces.
Like the old house I bought
with all the decaying bones of once beloved
laid to rest in tissue boxes littered feet below,
dog and cat, fish and rat, mouse, hamster and snake
all since replaced.
You had promised me you'd wait
and you meant it then.
but, yea, it was such a long time.
and no, you aren't making me feel any better
but I'll say you did.
Felt like walking to the edge of the pier, leaning forward,
and dropping my alarm clock from both hands.
Like sinking ringing to where light is dark
and dark is a vacuum ballad,
until my lungs burn fluid and
all I breathe sings truth.
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The F-111 was used by the US Air Force beginning in 1967. F-111s were used by the Air Force for tactical bombing in Vietnam. It was unofficially known as the “aardvark” until its retirement ceremony in 1996 when the name became official.
Like that time I came home to find slugs
in the shade of mama's concrete steps,
dressed in uniform,
with little American flags,
burning, coated in salt.
like "Eighteen today, dead tomorrow,"
like "Draft Beer, not boys,"
"Fight the VD, Not the VC."
like the time I flew up the green mountainside
looking down to see my shadow so small,
a cross on the ground
so distant, like your rearview rosary
that night I followed you
because I wanted you back,
and found so much more.
Like clearing that green-topped ridge and
seeing it,
to pull the drop right on and watch
the melting villages with their upturned faces.
Like the old house I bought
with all the decaying bones of once beloved
laid to rest in tissue boxes littered feet below,
dog and cat, fish and rat, mouse, hamster and snake
all since replaced.
You had promised me you'd wait
and you meant it then.
but, yea, it was such a long time.
and no, you aren't making me feel any better
but I'll say you did.
Felt like walking to the edge of the pier, leaning forward,
and dropping my alarm clock from both hands.
Like sinking ringing to where light is dark
and dark is a vacuum ballad,
until my lungs burn fluid and
all I breathe sings truth.
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The F-111 was used by the US Air Force beginning in 1967. F-111s were used by the Air Force for tactical bombing in Vietnam. It was unofficially known as the “aardvark” until its retirement ceremony in 1996 when the name became official.
Happy July 4th America!
Dearest America,
I don't mean to ruin your holiday, but we need to talk.
I don't mean to ruin your holiday, but we need to talk.
I've been having some serious thoughts about our relationship.
(More on this later...)
Nepenthe
By A.B. Samien
Let me kiss away your sorrow
Let me kiss away the pain
Across your lips down your neck,
let me kiss you once again
Feel these words like my smooth skin
under your fingers
Feel the love I have for you
Gently.... gently now....
let it go
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Found this on a cd from a few years back.
Nepenthe is a drug of forgetfulness mentioned in Greek mythology. Literally, it means "the one that chases away sorrow." (Wikipedia)
Let me kiss away your sorrow
Let me kiss away the pain
Across your lips down your neck,
let me kiss you once again
Feel these words like my smooth skin
under your fingers
Feel the love I have for you
Gently.... gently now....
let it go
---------------------------------------------
Found this on a cd from a few years back.
Nepenthe is a drug of forgetfulness mentioned in Greek mythology. Literally, it means "the one that chases away sorrow." (Wikipedia)
Barefoot on Vinyl
By A.B. Samien
I like opening the refrigerator
in the middle of the night,
in the dark,
without a shirt on.
Navel even with that third shelf, I feel like a god
selecting foodstuff worthy for my consumption.
I reach my naked arm into the fridge,
pour myself a glass of milk,
thump my chest like the hairy ape-god,
spoiled, over-privileged American I am,
and go back to bed.
I like opening the refrigerator
in the middle of the night,
in the dark,
without a shirt on.
Navel even with that third shelf, I feel like a god
selecting foodstuff worthy for my consumption.
I reach my naked arm into the fridge,
pour myself a glass of milk,
thump my chest like the hairy ape-god,
spoiled, over-privileged American I am,
and go back to bed.
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