-Having money is less fun than being broke.
-Current events give me the feeling that I will serve jailtime before I die. Possibly without habeas corpus and without a warrant.
-I am in the least trusted minority in this country
That is all. Sometimes bullet points get across the point better than prolonged paragraphs. Here's a poem I wrote for class:
Pilgrims with mental cases
stage patient take-overs of
radio stations and banks.
No thanks to impotent rage
heaped upon foreign threats.
Locked doors fail to prevent
inside jobs with domestic intent.
I'm waiting for a tsunami
to splinter Our stilted house.
And fill Our condoes of coincidence
with the filth we've trickled out.
My advice? Post-incident
lay amongst the drowned,
recall your fatal instincts
and hide valuables in your mouth.
Friday, October 06, 2006
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