Keep My Name Out Of Your Mouth

I hate it when my friends fight...

The Divided Estate

What's worse?
Democracy or anarchy
War is an evil necessity
Fought with great strengths
Maybe you like to be entangled in slavery
But I prefer to live in civility
I'm sorry people have to die
At least they're not being killed by the tobacco companies
Freedom isn't free
It costs quite a bit
A few hundred years and a mess of gun shots
Sure, people have died
But now their names are immortalized
Not just in print or in stone
But in our hearts forever
Selflessly giving of themselves
A token richly shared
They had nothing to gain
Their death wasn't in vain
Those that risk their lives for mine
Should be rewarded with more than a medal
We should thank them
With new approaches to gratitude
Everyday, reminding ourselves
How lucky we are to not have to be away
Seeing the sights they see
Hearing the horrors they hear
All those days, months and years
Help isn't hard
It's always available
But you have to be willing to look
To places that don't seem sensible
Yes, war is bad
And I hate that it has to be this way
But at the risk of loosing it all
I'm willing to fight for freedom today

I Just Wanna Love

Last night, I went into the computer lab of my Alma Mater. Free high-speed internet access is a perk of being an alumni. Anyway, a week ago, I did the same thing. Both of those times, two different guys said, "You lost a little weight" and "You've got skinnier," respectively. Maybe I ought to install those kind of lights in my apartment. It made me feel real good. Even if I know the truth, haha.

This isn't a guilt trip, no comments please. It's just a story.

The First Time I Saw You

When I woke up today, I sat down in my recliner and turned on the television. I just wanted to wake up without having to think about too much. As I breezed through my six channel subscription (rabbit ears antenna), I saw that figure skating was on. This very metrosexual-looking man wearing spandex was ready to start his performance. The music started off slow and it vaguely resembled something I knew. As it played and the man ice-skated, I realized the song he was moving to was an instrumental version of Metallica's Unforgiven. And this really didn't seem that strange to me.

What Up Momma?

After a horrible night at work, what could make me feel better?

Well, I'm glad you asked.

I've been watching Walking Tall starring The Rock. Not a bad flick. I also just spent nearly 45 minutes putting a bunch of styling gel in my hair and tried out some new dews. I still haven't decided with I liked better; the faux hawk or parted, just like I had it when I was eight. I just drank a Bacardi Silver O3. Decent. I am going to take a hot bath and catch up on last's month issue of Relevant.

It's funny. When I woke up today, I thought all I had to do was make it through eight hours of work. Now, I'm kind of just enjoying the moment. Freedom is found is the strangest places sometimes.

Live to love. Love to live.

Goodnight...

Me A More A

Again, and really, I'm not trying to rehash my last post, but I am just so tired. Tonight at work, I was one-on-one with a child. This child, if any older, would be diagnosed with schizophrenia. But, since they don't diagnose that disorder in children, this kid isn't properly diagnosed (I can't recall his current diagnoses). Anyway, let's just say that I am tired physically from him.

I recently purchased a copy of Hulk Hogan's Rock n' Wrestling from the web. I think it was a fantastic find. I used to love the show as a kid. I only paid $2.00 plus shipping, so that's cool.

Okay, this is just another random post. But at least, there's nothing vague. My entire life is just a big, bland hole of vacuity.

SNIKTAW

Does anyone have a digital camera I can borrow for a couple days?

Much like this evening, these past few weeks have been very insomnia-like for me. It's not that I have the disorder, but I just haven't felt like laying down until the early hours of the morn. This week, I haven't gone to bed before 5 AM. But, there were a few times in past weeks, where I have been up until 7 AM. Crazy, eh? It doesn't really matter because I don't ever get up until 1:00 PM anyway. I love second shift.

It's disappointing to not be mentioned by you.

Sorry for being vague...

silhouette stars and The Death

Yo, how it be? I is fine. One more day until a day off. Yay! I found this poem one of my patients had written. I find it uniquely puzzling; it makes this person's intelligent level skyrocket, in my opinion. I "borrowed" it from work, so I have to put it back. And I'm sure I'm breaching some kind of confidentiality law, but you don't know who it is. It was in the staff office, so it was probably taken from this person. I just thought it was so interesting. If it was my child, I would probably be worried. Anyway, just realize that [sic] should be included after every error, but I wanted the irony of a poor education included into this child's intense abstract thinking:

Don't you ever laugh as corpse go's by

Don't you ever laugh as a corpse go's by, for you may be the next to die. They put you in a big black box and covers you up with dirt and rocks. The worms crawl in the worms crawl out the worms craw in and out your snout. The big green worm with rolling eyes crawls in your stomace and out your eyes. The pus pours out like whipping cream, you put it on a slice of bread and thats what you eat when you are dead.

Your Well Fashioned Tools

Trying to write down
The things I've thought and said
A glimpse into my view
Me wearing my heart out for you

Opposition to the cliché
Invitation the naïve
Trying to find the source of motives
Someone else to deceive

Not wanting to interrupt
Walking without waiting
I'm not ignoring you
I've just got better things to do

Being bold doesn't indicate much
Except that you're trying too hard
Plausibility is certainly one thing
But, I guess I'm trying to play the righteous card