Goldfish

Might as well be a kite, goldfish.

Dictated by whim and wind and whoever wishes to pull and wherever your heart desires.

Sounds nice, goldfish.

Except that I can see your skeleton and your guts and your vital organs.

And I see that you are constructed of wooden poles and plastic or some unnaturally occuring facade.

Unfortunately, goldfish, I see that you are empty.

But goldfish, this is why your memory is short.

The next shiny lure is the most important and so is the one after that.

You have evolved, goldfish, like you always wanted.

No past, just ambiguous future:

a fish without country

a queen without crown

a king without kingdom

and a tank full of non-real items.

Enjoy your blue/orange/green pebbles, bubble-making pirate skeletons, chests of treasure and still you cannot decide.

Just around the curve, something shiny this way comes.

Black Cats

  "Black cats have been a source of fascination throughout history.  In ancient Egypt, where temple cats were believed to serve as hosts for human souls, the black cat was especially revered as sacred to the goddess Isis, who wore a black cloak.  The black cat is considered a harbinger of good luck in parts of the eastern Mediterranean and South America, while in much of the world it has traditionally been associated with the forces of evil.

During the Middle Ages, black cats were believed to be the familiars of witches, and cruelly persecuted.  White markings on their breasts, called 'angel's marks' saved some black cats from being killed.  In the United States, the black cat is still intimately associated with the haunted night of Halloween.

In France, the black cat is known as the Matagot,  variously translated as the 'good luck' or magician cat.  Legend holds that the family who takes a Matagot into its home will recieve good luck or financial rewards, but if the family drives a Matagot away, it will suffer retribution.

Sharing the smoldering beauty of its wild relative, the panther, the black cat continues to inspire admiration and mystical beliefs in diverse cultures throughout the world." 

I Like Ike

hm. more young people are coming out to vote for the president of the united states.

please, please, please, please, please, please, please. young people, 18-29, please do not vote. do not rock your vote. do not show that you are compassionate by voting democrat. do not show that you are religious and/or financially aware by voting republican. show that you know that you know nothing.

do not vote to get laid. do not vote to get a date. do not vote to meet people. do not vote to be patriotic. do not vote to make yourself seem intellectual. do not vote because you disagree with the other party. do not vote if you think it'll make a difference. do not vote if you are optimistic. do not vote if you are pessimistic. do not vote if you have a penis. do not vote if you have a vagina. do not vote because of sexual preferences/freedom. do not vote for freedom. do not vote for tax cuts. do not vote for matt drudge. do not vote for jon stewart. do not rock your vote (again). do not vote because people on the real world XIII suggested that you do so. do not vote because you are on a college campus. do not vote because it's the right thing to do, because it isn't. do not vote because your neighbor does. do not vote if you think there is a decision to be made. do not vote if you are young and full of hope and light. do not vote if you enjoy anal sex. do not vote if you have a tattoo that says "poet" on your left wrist. do not vote because you like your job. do not vote because small buisness is important to you. do not vote if you are bitter. do not vote if you think immigrants don't belong here. do not vote if you believe immigrants belong here. do not vote if you want universal health care. do not vote if you are aids junky scum. do not vote if you have full-blown aids. do not vote if you have a touch of the hiv. do not vote if you have a social disease. do not vote if you have herpes, syphillis, gonorrhea or the like. do not vote if you are anxious, nervous, socially awkward, agoraphobic, arachniphobic or xenophobic.

do not vote if you think i'm crazy. do not vote if you agree with me. do not vote if you think everything is on the "up and up". do not vote if you think it matters.

DO NOT VOTE FOR THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES IN THE UPCOMING ELECTION.

DO VOTE FOR ALL LOCAL, STATE AND NATIONAL ISSUES, SENATORS, STATE REPS, GOVENORS, MAYORS, SELECTMEN, CITY MANAGERS AND SO ON AND SO FORTH.

don't think you're better or different than anyone else.

Dear Cheif,

O how you stood upon your pedestal like a beacon, shining across the North Shore, a "just over the horizon hope springs eternal" memoir of futility, but of hope, and there you sat, still, in your stride, hands back, and ready to explode through the hitting zone, a mascot that offends people, on a building that nobody liked; i loved you both.

and now, when i drive to the park-with-no-name, taking the rt. 2 bend after MLK, i look towards the horizon, look for the beacon of my youth, of youth, and it is gone, none but ashes for the new phoenix, less rickty and offensive.

but without character, next to our triangular shame, and my eyes lead away from the shore, for a new location beckons our hearts to dream, and our senses to peel away dusty layers. we need a new beacon.

Another

"Men are weak. Women are daft. I am neither. You may think me conceited, but remember that I am only a realist calling things by their right names. The bastard child of Scarlett and Rhett, complete with a double 't'.

Scumbags. They are everywhere. And women flock to them. They skip girls as outlaws skip town. 'Do what you gotta do,' do what you gotta do to get rid of the old fuck so you can fuck me. Women love scumbags, and for that I love women.

Opinion asked for, opinion recieved. I never understood how people could solicit, not necessarily advice, but opinions, and then proceed to crucify the opinionated. I guess that makes me a Christ-like figure. Maybe not Cool Hand Luke, maybe not the Great White Whale, more like a treasured Carvaggio. Who is this Carvaggio? Who does he think he is? Taking mortal men and giving them Christianity incarnate. I have, am, and will be again, lain across a table, foot atop foot, middle and index finger of the right hand pointing towards salvation. Would Christ be Christ without opinion?

I am saving myself. Not with the killing, or the ones I set free. I am saving myself for marriage. It won't mean as much without marriage. With that piece of paper it will mean the world. I think I owe that to Mr. Faulkner. The town, the hamlet, the sound and the fury; it signifies nothing without marriage. I've considered finding a (psuedo) fiancee for the sole purpose of reading those books. I simply can hold out no longer.

I guess this is why I like open public places like this one. It reminds me that I am superior to my peers in every way imaginable, in every set of criteria. In no other realm, however, do I have the advantage on people that I have in what it means to be (a) human. Sometimes I'm not sure I know, or am not sure that they know.

We all get high. Whether it's a woman sticking her tongue/fist/implement into another woman, packs of kids playing hide-and-go-seek, the crack smokers and pipe dealers, the roving packs of hormones winding drunkenly through the trendy, night-club part of town. The PCP'ers and potheads and porches of Negroes filled with the stank of synapses offsetting. The dog-walkers, fags, the kindergarten teachers, priests, the sex-pots, sex-fiends and murderers. Serial killers. Rappers, ballplayers, filmmakers; parking lot attendants. The ardent church-goer in the same pew at the same time every week, or twice a week. As many times as they need to get off. They get off, we get off; I get off, occaisionally.

Tomorrow I'll be at my local Library checking out all the Henry Miller's, and they will be held hostage at my house indefinitely. This town doesn't deserve them."