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Saturday, May 28, 2011

vertiginous \vur-TIJ-uh-nuhs\, adjective:

1. Affected with vertigo; giddy; dizzy.
2. Causing or tending to cause dizziness.
3. Turning round; whirling; revolving.
4. Inclined to change quickly or frequently; inconstant.

Monday, May 23, 2011

What is left…?

…after you find out you are meaningless to him from a distance, and the touch that could solve everything, is impossible.

My heart beats outside my body, and I can see the faded fabric of my shirt pulse forward around my chest, quickening with every shudder of breath. Crying seems useless, but then, so does everything… so I cry anyways. I know I broke him, I know he needs his own coping mechanisms and I know I can’t be a part of them anymore… but I can’t help asking him to notice… I broke me too.

I should be supportive. I should say I understand, even if I don’t and learn how to shrug it off. I should retreat to my own intangible solutions of distraction, or imagination. I should hit the temporary disconnect switch, and let him come to me on his own terms.

But he never will. We both know this.

So … I cling, desperately. I am selfish, childish even… and almost always over-react, but at least… it’s real. This constant, and paralyzing fear that his paper-thin responses and complete emotional monotony… could end up being inked in permanence forever. And the reminder on my wrist… will be known only as… the missing piece. The one I took from him, and set on fire, scattering the remains. Now the entire puzzle has been tossed in an unremarkable alley trash can somewhere, disregarded and ignored. I would search forever for those lost ashes, trying, and failing to rebuild the picture we were already making… but at some point, do I just surrender to the impending truth that… it’s never going to be whole again? If you keep reaching out to someone who never reaches back, eventually the habit dies.

I don’t know how to not want him, or not need him, no matter how much he needs me not to.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

ayn rand - literary shame.

Upon delving further into the enigma that is Ayn Rand, I take back everything positive I have ever said about her, and would refer you to do some research before reading anything she has written as truth, or even half truth, and instead... leave her to lead her cult of sheep into an objectivist hoard of the proudly selfish, and laugh and point as they all consequently self-destruct. Her books are simply a dogmatic podium for Rand to infect the poison of her ideas onto the unsuspecting and ignorant world. To be read as fiction, and fiction only. Bad fiction to be exact, with zero relation to the real world, and how real people react to situations and emotions.

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Tuesday, May 3, 2011

dear americans...

During your celebration of death, take a min to remember these words.
"I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that" - Martin Luther King, Jr

Monday, May 2, 2011

osama's death over hyped

"If inciting people to do that [9/11] is terrorism, and if killing those who kill our sons is terrorism, then let history be witness that we are terrorists."

Ironic words spoken by Osama Bin Laden in an Oct 2001 interview. So, when America kills thousands of innocents on foreign soil, it's called 'self-defense? Its considered heroism and patriotism... and when the rebel leader is murdered, a celebration occurs! At least Osama had the balls to admit what he was doing, and why. 9/11 was 10 fucking YEARS ago. How many more people have died since? By the hands of soldiers both American and not. Where is the publicity for those lost lives? Where is the media coverage on the Iraqi civilian death toll? I'd bet my life it is drastically higher then the deaths from the "terrorist" attacks in 2001. This is not only trivial, but ridiculously over-hyped. Just a cozy little blanket to pull over America's inflated head, so they can sleep at night, and think that the 9/11 deaths are now somehow justified. What about justice for every civilian Iraqi that had to die so they could find him? Sure, let's just ignore them because they arent as widely publicized, and pump our fists in the air patriotically over the death of one individual who the media have claimed was resonsible. Nothing has changed, no one is redeemed, and those murders are not ANY less tragic because one man was shot in the head. This is making me angry. I'm already sick of hearing about it.

if you happen to be a billionaire...