Magnetic Poetry Written on K Adam's Fridge with One Modification

Leap,
pounce,
then race the sun
below gray skies

as a fire yearning for undying light.

That is how you
love wildly,
dream richly.

Soon hear a melody
through the mystery,

kiss low stars,
embrace the moonlight.

Trees

I have discovered that I need some things far, far more than I need a boyfriend. Like trees. That makes the boyfriend thing difficult, but the tree part wonderful.

Hippies

"If you look at modern America and the way social values have changed in the past four decades, whether or not you agree with that or not, the liberalization of American culture is a direct result of the hippies. We all have a little hippie in us. So, if you look at it that way, the hippies completely succeeded."

- Paraphrasing a History Channel Talking Head

Hey look!

"Somebody flixed the fagpole!"

Straightville vs. Gayland: a Level-Headed Comparison

If a girl declared openly to both males and females that she "only dates hot guys," I would imagine that such a statement would be considered arrogant, rude, and obnoxious. Yet that very same phrase seems to be quite acceptable in the gay community, garnering more envy than scorn.

Old Men

It is young men who fight wars, but old men who start them.

Composed in the Shower this Morning

O is for the ovaries he does not possess.
W is there because he comes from the west.
E tagged along as it got dropped from 1337.
N is for "no" which he says to most meat.

Truth and Lies

(Not mine, but I must give credit to those wordsmiths out there who are writing beautiful things and not getting heard.)

"When injustice becomes law, resistance becomes duty."

- Adam Kokesh, Iraw Veterans Against the War

The Internet

(AIM)
Frog: can i ask you a question
Frog: about the internet
Joey: yay internet!
Joey: yes, little one?
Joey: how may I help you on your path to enlightenment?
Joey: i mean, en1337enment

Sundays

I miss Sundays at Tech House: the sublime laziness of it, the slowness that in the moment cannot possibly be rushed, but will inevitably dissolve. The sun flooding in through windows and then through a line of open doors into the hallway. The way people talked, quietly, sparsely, knowingly, with gentle smiles, not the smirks of Saturday night.