I’m not really concerned with who first started humoring the voice of the fan, or why. We all started as fans; presumably, most of us working somewhere in the business still are. However, it has absolutely no place in this lockout. The knee-jerk reaction to cancelations, of which there will be…
Walking slowly thru a field of flowers her hands will lightly glide over the top. Letting heaven’s cloud overcast from above. She would ignore the cries of angels.
Singing the same song “From stars to dust, building life off of all these rusty dreams.”
She would walk till she was lost because then she would find everything she was looking for.
She would shake hands with great leaders of the past. She would read every great poem ever written. And she would sing the purest songs and open the sky upon herself.
Then she would dance in the rain. Arm and arm with whoever ruled the world at the time. Each step gently landing around each flower.
Each day the world would call out her name. Hoping to pull her from the clouds and bring her back to earth. But no one ever knew the right name to call out. Because it was lost somewhere in the field of flowers.
I talk about some Rowdy Dangerfield music (lead vocals by the kid DeLaZoo), and some The Spazmetics music Ill be taking in personally this weekend. I also mention some J Tucker Poetry. And in the end I sneak in a little of my own written on the spot writing.
I want a whole line of you, In that real light complexion, No matter how difficult, I’ll get it how i can get it, A lot of men in this world will kill just to have you, But not one of them will try as hard as i do, Right on that table, I like it that way, I’ll do you anywhere, Lean it close to my…
I closed my eyes and breathed in and then out. By the time I opened my eyes the hallways were already filled with the flash mobbing students.
The souls of a long lost life. The past echoing into the future. Gripping on my shoulders pulling me back. Back to where no one loved.
I paused just for a moment. Gripping to life for my life.
“Get Fucked. You don’t even matter.” and I just walked thru the pile of people. Shouldering ghosts and walking over souls on my way.
I’m tired of this shit. These aren’t even my problems. Stuck in the nightmares of another. Fighting her battles. Feeling her pain.
Then I made my way to the gym. Following the sounds of her sobs.
“Well we have you at last Sean. Are you finally ready to submit” said the group as one.
“I told you already. I’m not the same.” and I kept walking towards them for they were blocking the path.
“You must of already realized by now Sean. You are one of us. We are the same. You will join.” said the group as one.
Sean remembered every bit of his past. Every little story he’s been apart of. Every world he has been dropped into to live for a little while. Forced to push the dreams of other just so he could exist for a little longer. Sean hung onto his thoughts and ideas. His willingness to live. Then I walked forward.
“I hate to ruin your dramatic timing and all that but I got places to go people to see, shit like that.” I walked forward into my oncoming doom.
“We’ve seen it seven times over eight. It never changes, its always the same. Just accept your destiny and become a part of us.” and it opened its many arms like they were welcoming home a long lost friend.
I slowly walked forward pulling together each reason I had to stay alive. Every fucking story she put me thru. How every time I had to do what she wanted. This wasn’t any way to live. Just forced servitude.
“I’m sorry but this isn’t the end. Its not going down like this.”
Then I walked right thru the open arms. I could feel it all thru my body, the feeling of nirvana. Full filling emptiness. For a moment I paused and I let the idea sink in. I could be at peace now.
“I’m sorry” and I walked thru the fog and let it disperse behind me. I slowly crept to the locker room door.
“Well I never thought I would be here. Standing at the door to the women’s locker room…” then I opened up my future and walked in.
"Sean remembered every bit of his past. Every little story he’s been apart of. Every world he has been dropped into to live for a little while. Forced to push the dreams of other just so he could exist for a little longer. Sean hung onto his thoughts and ideas. His willingness to live. Then I walked forward."
The whole system is designed to keep us fighting among ourselves,while Washington and Wallstreet stick us with the bill for their lifestyle’s. Democrat and Republican parties are one and the same,look at Obama,lots of promises,but no change.We’re still fighting the same wars for profit,the…
Time for tumblr alone time where I only post it here then 5 minutes later decide everyone else must know. When I write write like with pens I write my E’s differently then I use to. Most life I wrote them like E, as it looks in here. But for the last few years (about the same time Ive known Ella) Ive been writing them with curves instead of straight lines. Like a backwards 3. Err the name Ella looks really nice with a curved E instead of a straight line E. So….yeah.
The warm nights melting away with each inch of her touch. Nothing but kids holding hands thru outer space watching time fly by.
She turned towards him and stared awhile, hoping the truth in his mind was written upon his face.
“Do you think this can last forever?” her eyes pleaded with his soul. Wrenching at the answer she so desperately wanted.
He lied in silence next to her till he slowly moved over her. Letting his lips give her another answer she mite accept.
Her heart didn’t know but the faster beat knew enough and soon the question was forgotten.
Now lets follow him to one of those nights when he crashes on her couch in the basement. Parents playing it cool since knowing where the boy is ten times better then letting him sneak around free.
Sleepy eye wide awake facing the ceiling. So close to the stars but still stuck in the ground. Never hearing the world around him. Drifting off into the silence.
Then he felt her in the darkness. Hands lightly touching around as if it were there first time. A dream so sweet. Hands so slow and sensual.
Now she worked her fingers lower on him. Eying something sweet.
Then he groaned quietly as his eyes started to noticed the ceiling above him “Karra…”
Her hand dragged the length it so much desired. But he soon drifted back into his deep sleep and the feelings soon disappeared.
Each week you would find him closer and closer to her. Letting his lips linger an extra second each day. Pushing for covered places, somewhat far away from pretty faces. She had no idea what was getting into him but she knew it was trying to get in her.
Little did she know he was dreaming of her on a weekly basis. Feeling her touch in warm places. Her body on his going further and further each time.
And she would ask him “Do you love me?” and all he could do was answer “I do and I always will.”
His love for her grew ever more and finally began to match her own radiance. How he desired her, it was beyond measure.
Another night came and another late night visit. This time she pushed to the end and when she had him in her clutches the question was asked.
“If you love me you’ll say my name” and she pushed his heart evermore breaking it upon his desire.
“Say it.” she demanded.
Deep in his sleep with his eyes wide open he let out in a breath “Anna”
And in the dark shadows the game was won. She who captured his desire, his attention, his complete body had won his love. Right out from under the one that demanded his heart.
And there she sits in the corner near the stairs watching for the third night in a row. Watching her sister steal from her that was once hers. Stealing the love she deserved. Stealing the warm passion that was in her hands. Stealing the soul from right out her chest.
And all you could hear was hot panting
“Sean. Sean. Sean!”
and the low whisper that was never heard “Why Sean.”
Today I had my first experience with someone telling me, ever-so-kindly, that I don’t “need” my handicapped sign. I was parked in a supermarket lot and having an okay day pain-wise, so I wasn’t using my cane. As soon as I got out of my car and started walking towards the store, this youngish woman…
October 10, 2011 is the ninth annual World Day against the Death Penalty, and this year marks 35 years since the United States reinstated capital punishment in 1976. In that time, 1,271 people have been electrocuted, shot, hanged, gassed, or put to death by lethal injection.
I know what death row looks like, I’ve talked with condemned men, and because of my interaction with the death penalty in this country I’ve been given a good look at the privileged life I lead.
There is nothing to applaud when people die. There is nothing to applaud when people fail to examine their own lives and the good fortune they have had. There is nothing to applaud when our leaders do not understand the difference between justice and vengeance. There is nothing to applaud when people believe that the only thing our government can do properly is inject some citizens full of poison.
[W]e cannot organize an opposition to the culture of death that seems to powerful in this country at the moment by looking for individual cases that inflame our passion. This is reactive; time and time again, the bulk of our organizing happens at the last moment, once a death warrant has been signed, and so all of our effort seems to go into last-ditch efforts like calling the Pardon Board, hoping for the Supreme Court to step in, and holding a rally or vigil late into the night while someone is strapped down and injected with poison.
It’s today that we need to organize; it’s today that we should begin to put one foot in front of the other and do the difficult work that will be required to rid ourselves of the death penalty for good, not simply to stave off one particular execution or another. There are organizations or coalitions of organizations in every state that are dedicated to legislatively eliminating the death penalty.
To sum up: It is both legal and proper in more than half of the states in this country for agents of the government to strap someone down and inject him full of poison in revenge for something terrible he did many years earlier. You can tell your legislators that this is an attack on human dignity; you can change that law.