scream

[~K]

this is
an unfortunate
set of
circumstances

this joke
upon us all

this fucked up
version of
realistic horror

an arms length
from us

ppl are dying

trying to make
things better

fools

are God's
favorites

[stilltrucking]

People kill to keep their fears at arms length

A silent scream



It is a damn good joke
This fucked up horror
Of beauty and suffering

Everything so beautiful here
Life is so beautiful here

Why was I born just to die

Lost between sorrow and joy
Good people die for nothing

I would sooner live to make it better
But I would die just to leave it.

[abstroint]

I can’t profess knowing Gods favorites are fools
But your words are inspiration to find the worth of their gold
Do you think there are profit margins in it?
What sort of return do you get on your investment?
Plug in all the numbers and the answer for each equation is love
“Plug it in. Plug it in.”

[WIREMAN]

all about love and it conquers all!!!!!

[stilltrucking]

this is
an unfortunate
set of
circumstances

Plug in all the numbers and the answer for each equation is love

all about love and it conquers all!!!!!

I like that juxtoposition


How much does it pay
to sell the truth
to the highest bidder?

and I thought Jews are supposed to be smart about money.

[abstroint]

Need some information for my calculations. What version of truth are you selling? How much do evangelicals make selling it to believers? Is your truth flexible enough to evolve with the surrounding culture? Truth might just be a matter of, to the best of your ability you see. Truth needs to be experienced. I’m not so sure you will be able to package and sell an actual truth but…
If your visions not so great you could buy into anything as long as it makes you feel good and doesn’t harm anyone I’m all for the truth your living. We all need something or someone to believe in, if your selling and people are buying, more power to you. Truth is out there and it’s free. Real love is free too man, people don’t charge you for the good stuff. It’s all out there. The trick is to build enough trust within yourself to be open enough to allow yourself to be exposed enough that it can penetrate your skin. If you’re selling truth you already knew, why ask? Are you wanting to buy some, cause, well, I do have some extra I’ve been wanting to lighten up a bit, if you’re buying in that’s even better, or if you know someone who’s buying we could split the prophet. Whoa! Forget I mentioned it. Split the prophet just doesn’t sound right. I’ll just give it away. “Give it away. Give it away. Give it away, now.”

[stilltrucking]

this is
an unfortunate
set of
circumstances

Plug in all the numbers and the answer for each equation is love

all about love and it conquers all!!!!!

How much does it pay
to sell the truth
to the highest bidder?

and I thought Jews are supposed to be smart about money.

“Give it away. Give it away. Give it away, now.”

>><><><><><><><><><>><><><><
I was running I-70 on the western slope when the four-wheeler in front of me flipped and burned. As it rolled all the stuff in it started flying out. Every thing but the driver was ejected. I saw a computer come out and bust into pieces on the road. I pulled off and grabbed my D.O.T. approved little fire extinguisher. Buy the time I got there it was too far-gone. Afterwards as I was walking back to my truck I saw the hard drive lying on the fog line. I picked it up and went on to the west coast. When I got back home to Virginia I slaved the hard drive to my computer and checked out the guys life. It was all there on a silicon sliver of mirror. He was a mid list author, and he sounded miserable according to his letters. He had just sold the movie rights to a novel for $250,000 dollars, but it was not enough. He had a NYC literary agent, but she was not on the same pew, he had a wife, but she insisted in working a menial job in a plant nursery cause she enjoyed the work and he though it was stupid and harangued her about that, he had a brother, but his brother was not fixing up the house in north Carolina and he was thinking about suing him.

I know what love is, I know what truth is, love is perfect kindness, and truth is efficient.

[abstroint]

I know what love is, I know what truth is, love is perfect kindness, and truth is efficient.

I will be smiling at least the rest of the evening now.
Thank you for every time you offered me your perfect kindness, so efficiently, especially during those times I desperately needed another thread to grasp.

[mousey1]

truth is efficient in it's grasp of gain

I always gain something when truth interrupts me in mid lie

I like to call myself a liar though I speak the truth

(it's not my fault it's not heard)

and in this...poem:

I know that man
I saw myself in his face
The mirror doesn't lie
I wanted to kiss
his pain away
I wanted to call him liar

I told the truth
and the truth does not lie
unless it's looking you in the face
and decides you're too weak
at this present time.
and then?
what then?
It remains quiet.

[tinkerjack]

"No. No.
All lies."

They say it is the dreck of the great.

But it meant a lot to me in 1974 when I first read it in the aftermath of an abortion, the abortion in the aftermath of spider love.

http://katebenedict.com/BadSexton.htm

I wonder where would I be without this band of sisters?

De-layering or existential strip tease
exitential scream

it is hard for a pecker head like me to get my head around the phenomenology of female spatiality.

It has taken me a life time to respect it
to see my sister my self

we men and women have our little aches and pains that differ a bit by gender.

just as if
as if I take your poetry
personaly
i dont believe you want to know where my peculiar pain is located.
yes I am de-layering, doing my little existential strip tease, but I am too weak to go there, or too vain, same thing to me

oh boy this is totaly out of control scrolled so far along I forgot if I made my point, what ever tthat was.

quiet is good
I listen to too much radio
I heard today that the average american watches 9 /1/2 hours of television a day.
the Anatman channell surfs
is that all there is?

[gypsyjoker]

Kabuki doll avatar
very nice
to hide beauty that cuts like a knife


THEY say the two most fortunate days in a woman's life are the day she marries and the day her husband burries her.

I wonder what are the most fortunate moments in a man's life.

I would not know

If I go buy what is common knowledge.

But for myself it was when I could look into a woman's eyes and see my self (if you believe in something called a self) all my anger, all my fears, all my faith, life and death, and something more than me, I would call that a fortuante

day
when I can see it in every woman's eyes,

Kind of like what George W. Bush saw in Putin's eyes.





I am blind, you are all beautiful to me

[stilltrucking]

I desperately needed another thread to grasp.

I gave you a thread

You tossed me a life line

You honor me.

[abstroint]

Truths efficiency was…
http://www.historyplace.com/unitedstates/childlabor/
Simple too simple by today’s standard
You can change the channel or buy a different newspaper now
One that makes you happy
One that doesn’t show children still working in factories
One that doesn’t talk about the war we’ll never win
There is no winner in a fight…unless…
The fight is coming to you from a ring “Live from Las Vegas!”
I don’t feel I have the divine right to judge when someone’s ready
When we are ready we stay tuned
Yes
There are times to tip-toe
Appropriate times but
If we all lie to save sanity then nothing is learned
The science doesn’t change
Some times to tell gentle lies
People are often stronger than they come to know
Once faced with adversity or….
We could spend our days with fear of a mirror
Never look at its
Reflecting beauty
Until it’s confronted it will be a worthless piece of information
Hide and seek
Maybe a simple warning before the mirror is unveiled
“Ready or not, here I come!” ?

[stilltrucking]

They told me I was born ready
"One of the chosen few who would march in the procession.

The sacred harp was handed down from mother unto daughter" Paraphrase of Daniel and The Sacred Harp by The Band.

From The History Place
Hitler Fails Art Exam
http://www.historyplace.com/worldwar2/r ... er/art.htm

Yes I know mama’s boy
Sons get off so easy
My fear is organic

A sister's child
I don't know his world
this young guy who was born in the USA in the eighties
Hard times when foolish youthful mistakes
Become part of your permanent record
On some corporate main frame.
No escape
Doors close
One generation devours the legacy of the next
How do they find the strength to go on
How does a woman find the hope to bare a child
Hope, that is all I have, a faith in hope
but you know what they say about living in hope.




Trying to figure out what is so heroic about dying of lung cancer.
Searching for my amygdala, subconscious courage

Fear = anger = violence
the equation of my past

So much misery for the children
I wish I could be a Hindu
Call it karma
It seems to work for me
But it just don't seem fair to the children

[abstroint]

The two most fortunate days of a woman’s life are:
Who knows?
In parts of the world where there are opportunities other than just birth, marriage, and death…too generally and ‘they’ are wrong. Some are still buying this as common cents knowledge.
Who knows?
Maybe with opportunities woman are still happiest on the day of marriage.
Who knows?
They say women marry for security not love, you know, so they don’t have to work in a dress factory and risk being burned alive with their working children at their side, because they got locked in the room and the boss ran for his life.
They still lock people in buildings during overnights. You want to get out for a smoke? You have to find and ask the night manager to be let out. For me, less than half a night was long enough on that job.

Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 3:13 pm

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Quote:
I desperately needed another thread to grasp.


I gave you a thread

You tossed me a life line

You honor me.

A thread at a time was the way to go. Another thread from other sources, and another…until I had enough of them I could weave my own life line. It had to be then…too independent for my own good. The threads came randomly, patiently, yet persistently when I was throwing back all my life lines. Still need life lines daily…I grasp more of them daily. Sounds so serious when it’s really a bit more fun I need thrown this way, relaxation and playtime, or…we could let ourselves get caught up completely in all of the tragedy for too long, and be frozen by anger, or rage with it, adding fuel to the fire…a bit of satire to ease the looking? A variety show to address issues soothing the storms with laughter?

this joke
upon us all