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January 01, 2007 @ 12:12 pm
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“ought not the constitution be decided on by the import of its own expressions?  what may not be the consequences if an almost unknown history (the intent of the framers of philadelphia) should govern the construction(of the constitution)?” - edmund randolph


“it’s easy to go through life putting people down because they’re different than you, but no matter who you are or where you’re from, we all enter this world the same: when we’re born, we’re naked, covered in blood, and screaming in terror… and that sort of thing doesn’t have to stop there if you know how to live right...” - dana gould, funhouse


“.. the things you used to own, now they own you..."--chuck palahniuk, fight club


“i’ll be dead after i die...and i was dead before i was born. life is a break from death."--101 reyjavik


“i don’t like people, at least, not live. not one on one."--101 reyjavik


“as a girl, you see the world like a giant candy store, filled with sweet candy and such...but one day you look around and see a prison...and you’re on death row."--the good girl


“comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable” --standing_damaged


“...these are the good old days...” --carly simon


“so you’ve wrung your eyes of all their tears and caught them in a glass, to save them for some day next year, when you’re waxing over your past, and should you ever begin to believe that the good part was worth all the waste, find your glass of last year’s tears and you take a taste...” --slobberbone, slippage


“and i find it kinda funny, i find it kinda sad, the dreams in which i’m dying are the best i’ve ever had...” --mad world


“...enlargen your world...” --mad world


“i wish that I didn’t hate you, least not as much as I do, and squander all my contempt for a little nothing like you...” --"needle time”, elvis costello


“i’m trying not to despise you with a passion that is hard to extinguish...” --"needle time”, elvis costello


“nobody wants their problems solved. their dramas. their distractions. their stories resolved. their messes cleaned up. because what would they have left? just the big scary unknown.” --chuck palahniuk, survivor


“we’re all miserable together.” --chuck palahniuk, survivor


“the first time you meet that someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.” --chuck palahniuk, survivor


“people used what they called a telehone because they hated being close together and they were too scared of being alone.” --chuck palahniuk, survivor


“you think maybe if you just work harder and faster, you can hold off the chaos, but then one day you’re changing a patio lightbulb with a five-year life span and you realize how you’ll only be changing this lightbulb maybe ten more times before you’ll be dead.” --chuck palahniuk, survivor


“a girl calls and asks, “does it hurt very much to die?” well, sweetheart, i tell her, yes, but it hurts a lot more to keep living.” --chuck palahniuk, survivor


“her voice makes me think of her mouth makes me think of her breath makes me think of her breasts.” --chuck palahniuk, survivor


“you realize that people take drugs because it’s the only real personal adventure left to them in their time-constrained, law-and-order, property-lined world.” --chuck palahniuk, survivor


“you wonder, if there had been a low turnout at the crucifixion, would they have rescheduled?” --chuck palahniuk, survivor


“since change is constant, you wonder if people crave death because it’s the only way they can get anything really finished.” --chuck palahniuk, survivor


“reality means you live until you die. the real truth is nobody wants reality.” --chuck palahniuk, survivor


“because the only difference between a suicide and a martyrdom really is the amount of press coverage. if a tree falls in the forest and nobody is there to hear it, doesn’t it just lie there and rot? and if christ had died from a barbituate overdose, alone on the bathroom floor, would He be in Heaven?” --chuck palahniuk, survivor


they have rights, who dare defend them. –roger baldwin


old german proverb:
KWITEIRBELIAKIN!
–unknown


i know that you believe you understand what you think i said, but i’m not sure you realize that what you heard is not what i meant! –unknown


the sun may kiss the moon good bye
the rose may kiss the butterfly
the sparkling wine may kiss the glass
but you, my friend…farewell…
–unknown


Well, I have lost you; and I lost you fairly;
In my own way, and with my full consent.
Say what you will, kings in a tumbrel rarely
Went to their deaths more proudly than this one went.
Some nights of apprehension and hot weeping
I will confess; but that’s permitted me;
Day dried my eyes; I was not one for keeping
Rubbed in a cage a wing that would be free.
If I had loved you less or played you slyly
I might have held you for a summer more,
But at the cost of words I value highly,
and no such summer as the one before.
Should I outlive this anguish–and men do–
I shall only have good to say of you.
–Edna St. Vincent Millay


TO TRUE FRIENDS:
It is sublime to feel and say
of another, I need never meet,
or speak, or write to him; we
need not reinforce ourselves
or send tokens of remembrance;
I rely on her(him) as on myself;
If he did thus or thus, I know it
was right.
–Ralph Waldo Emerson


Read any Emily Dickinson poems to the tune of “Yellow Rose of Texas”…
Her poems will never be quite the same again.

I lost a world the other day.
Has anybody found?
You’ll know it by the row of stars
Around it’s forehead bound.

A rich man may not notice it;
Yet to my frugal eye
Of more esteem than ducats.
Oh, find it, sir, for me!
–Emily Dickinson

See? Told ya so!


I’m an idealist. I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m on my way. –Carl Sandburg


“as we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them.” –john fitzgerald kennedy


“A career? I’ve thought about this quite a bit sir and I would have to say considering what’s waiting out there for me, I don’t want to sell anything, buy anything or process anything as a career. I don’t want to sell anything bought or processed or buy anything sold or processed or repair anything sold, bought or processed as a career. I don’t want to do that. My father’s in the army. He wants me to join, but I can’t work for that corporation, so what I’ve been doing lately is kick-boxing, which is a new sport…as far as career longevity, I don’t really know. I can’t figure it all out tonight, sir, so I’m just gonna hang with your daughter.”
–lloyd dobler (john cusack) in “say anything” (Great Movie!)


“would you like some crackers? how about some butter and crackers? are you sure you don’t want them? i’ll butter some crackers for you…”
–ummmm, someone’s mom, yeah, that’s it….


the other night, i was lying in bed looking up at the stars…
and i wondered…
where the hell is my roof?!?
–unknown


Enron Explained

Capitalism:
You have two cows.
You sell one and buy a bull.
Your herd multiplies, and the economy grows.
You sell them and retire on the income.

Enron Venture Capitalism:

You have two cows. You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute a debt/equity swap with an associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax exemption for five cows. The milk rights of the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to a Cayman Island company secretly owned by the majority shareholder who sells the rights to all seven cows back to your listed company. The annual report says the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more.

Now do you see why a company with $62 billion in assets is declaring bankruptcy?


Principles of Government

Socialism:
You have two cows.
Give one cow to your neighbor.

Communism:
You have two cows.
Give both cows to the government,
and they may give you some of the milk.

Fascism:
You have two cows.
You give all of the milk to the government,
and the government sells it.

Nazism:
You have two cows.
The government shoots you,
and takes both cows.

Anarchism:
You have two cows.
Keep both of the cows,
shoot the government agent,
and steal another cow.

Capitalism:
You have two cows.
Sell one cow and buy a bull.

Surrealism:
You have two giraffes.
The goverment makes you take harmonica lessons.


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January 01, 2007 @ 11:59 am
filed in:   writing, stuffiwrote,

**i was feeling a bit emo?…**

i wear my painted smile
so you won’t see
the darkness
deep inside of me

the lost and shattered
dream i found
abandoned here
upon the ground

the tattered hope
that i still hold
is fruitless now
my soul was sold


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January 01, 2007 @ 11:55 am
filed in:   writing, stuffiwrote,

**driving 45 minutes down a 3 mile stretch of road, one sees many things**

driving this lonely stretch
i can only beg forgiveness of the gods
the city lights only serve to prove
the injustices we have wrought upon this earth
my heart cries out in shame
the lonely old man begging
miles of experience etch his skin
shunned by mankind
the lonely child walking
leaving innocence behind
drawn there by those who went before
the lonely animals roaming
abused by life
all search for that which they cannot understand
my companions on the road traveling
honking, speeding, rushing towards their ends
spewing their deadly emissions forth
all ignorant to the ugliness surrounding them


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January 01, 2007 @ 11:54 am
filed in:   writing, stuffiwrote,

**bad pennies are people, too…**

a little girl
a white frock
a pane of glass
there’s the world
right there
she can see it
but cannot take part

a little girl
a red dress
a glass of wine
amidst the action
the game
not a player
but a tool, a vessel

a little girl
floppy eared bunny
lollipop
solitary confinement
something’s missing
yearning
to no avail

a little girl
drugs
alcohol
alone in the crowd
acting the part
wanting more
receiving less

a little girl
white frock
red dress
neither fits
always alone
hope is gone
all is lost


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January 01, 2007 @ 11:36 am
filed in:   writing, stuffiwrote,

**If I had a comment, I’ve forgotten it…**

The weight of your body
Pressing into mine
Becoming one with me
I feel

The heat of the moment
Drenches us
Our bodies thirst for more
I feel

Thoughts, emotions
Become actions
A sensual universe
I feel
Responsibilities
Weigh upon me
Taking over my soul
I feel

Barren’s the future
It wrings me dry
My mind can absorb no more
I feel

Chaos and confusion
Rules my soul
Raw nerves bared
I feel

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