by Tomorrow's Man
I've paved the road to my place with good intentions; it really screws with people who are going to Hell.
Life Is...
Flinging burnt toast into a 55MPH wind: The smoke spirals into the swirling crystals as the black squares cut mandelbrots across the whiteout sky; when they hit the trees and shatter, breathless becomes black and whiteout.
The Rights of Our Erosions
Interesting - after a recently aired episode of Oprah featuring dyslexics with tourette's syndrome, the FCC has ruled that "hole ass" and "sucker cock" are now fineable profanities.
I'll show you, winter. I'm going to drag the frazzled, frayed, small bit of pocked, bleeding unfrozen flesh that is left of me even further north. I'm going to look like a suppurating Slim Jim slogging its carcass along through the highway slush, dragging my trinkets and baubles behind me, but when I get there -- and I will -- you will freeze no more than my spit on your surface.
Take that, weather.
The Last Thing Said to Jesus
"You know, Jesus, I have this goth friend who...well, let me just say, I hate to play the 'tough love' card, but no one's going to save you but you."
I have a wacky idea -- how about all you parents out there, those of you who regret missing what you thought were important opportunities, for a change you not put the burden of your perceived failure on your children? Just as a change of pace. Maybe some kids won't be faced with the consequences of decisions they didn't know they were making; maybe we wouldn't be at war, and people you know would still have all of their fucking limbs.
Dear Baby Boomers,
Fuck You Twice for being the worst parents that ever fucked up the world.
Love,
Gen X,
Y,
etc.
(psst...God hates you twice too -- see, you're as special as you assume you are!)