Terrorism, the ocean, humans, etc.
6.21.04
Terrorism is the communism of the new millennium.
I can sit and ponder this all day, I can stand and walk to the corners of the earth, it won't matter.
Because civilization depends on us. US. United States of America.
United States of the World.
The good ol' US of E.
Just don't take it back now, ya hear?
It's an awfully big responsiblity.
Wouldn't it be funny to whisper in Bush's ear that the Iraqi civilians are all gay?
How quick would he "pull out" then?
And proverbially leave them fucked?
I can see your every bone, Bush, your every fear painted in streaks across your forehead that stem from your cheeks.
Once I ran into the ocean and sang to it that I wanted it to shove me out, in one forceful swoop, just to pick me up
and hand me back over.
But it kept dragging me in.
There is something very, very confusing about the sea.
It eats us like the most delicate silk chocolate, then throws us up as if we are too bittersweet for its taste buds.
That's why I'm sure the ocean is a woman. She doesn't know what she wants, but
just tosses and sways, to and fro, while all these magnificent creatures swim in her belly.
We all came from the sea.
There was an ice age and everything died, remember?
Except for us, the fish.
Then for some reason we started over, only to crawl back as close to the equator of hell as possible.
I won't be surprised when she opens her giant mouth again, and swallows us whole. Like head that never ends.
But it feels good and no one complains.
Man has gotten so far ahead of himself his shadow constantly leads.
His mind rolls like a ball demonstrating Newton's laws, and only
stopping when thumping his head against a flat wall.
Man cannot comprehend flatness.
It has never been so.
No one will have it as an answer.
Columbus knew the earth was round because there was no way,
that with everything orbiting in such ornate cycles we could possibly
really only be walking a very thin, straight line.
But perhaps we are.
Man always thinks he is doing something so wonderful for everyone else,
when he holds himself the highest, always.
It is a human trait I display, and not proudly so.
But pride takes over every day.
I wonder sometimes, why God made sex.
And why he made it feel SO DAMN GOOD.
He fucked up, literally, right there.
Because now all men do is obsess over it, salivate over every walking woman with
thin tan legs and C cup breasts.
Perfect, perfect.
Some men have dreams way up high, and come crashing down so they learn to expect less.
I think they just shouldn't expect at all.
I type a lot with my left hand which is very strange considering I write and perform most other
every day tasks such as eating with my right.
My left needs the 15 minutes of fame, I suppose.
Addicting. Completely alluring. To hear the clickety-clack every nanosecond.
I remember that. Micro, macro, nano.
Even though I doubt that is the correct order.
My brother is missing but I'm sure he knows exactly where he is.
He will learn, that he cannot disappear for such long periods of time.
People do wonder, after a while.
And do blow up a lot more, after a while.
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