As I was getting my car weighed on the way out of Fayetteville I witnessed with an all too familiar lack of surprise, a lengthily be-dreaded African American gentleman getting shot down by a very convincing middle-aged transvestite wearing a bright orange and green sundress. I couldn’t think of a more fitting going away present than this showcase example of the kinds of experiences I would be (hopefully) leaving behind as I traveled slowly across the United States back to scenes more familiar. In the weeks preceding my departure I was constantly told by other soldiers that I would miss the Army and that there was even a real possibility that I would come back some day. I didn’t put up much argument. I thought, who knows, I’m sure there’s at least one snow ball making it in hell. But the more I thought about it the more I thought I would miss the Army like I miss my wisdom teeth. They were useful for a time but eventually I just didn’t want them as a part of me anymore. Now all that remains are these holes where the roots once sat, slow healing wounds constantly drawing my tongue to them reminding me of what I can never get back.
The Senate has rejected the House Spending Bill. Government shut down looms!
Libertarians rejoice, your theories are about to go in to full effect. I’ll be stocking up on ammo this afternoon.
i want to be creating
but i feel my flame is slowly fading
into a darkness called most often
is this cubicle my vehicle
or my coffin
is the 9 to a 5 a prison
or the american religion
or is it just the means in which we operate
to maintain the growing cost of living
and can i really rally now
and raise my fist and scream and shout
against this beast i’ve kept fed and warm
this monster growing since I was born
this need we feel to take and take
to build our forts
to plant our stake
and added on this artificial
manufactured fear of bombs and missiles
and missing out
our grasping minds
the brand names
we want our cake
and fuck your cake
your cake is ours
it’s ours to take
as long as i’ve got
my diet soda
and my xbox controller
i am contradiction
hypotheses without solution
a skipping record
Charging Julian Assange with “conspiracy to commit espionage” would effectively be setting a precedent with a charge that more accurately could be characterized as “conspiracy to commit journalism.
Clearing out one of my email accounts… on March 1st 2008, I received an email from “Penis”, Subject - Satisfactory sexual intercourse. I’m sad I overlooked this for so long.