sheep in wolves clothing

We hold contempt and disdain for those who attempt to steal part of the glory of something popular by creating a cheap knockoff. I think the first things my friends will think of are ccm, christian t-shirts (our god is just like a generic version of the mammoncorp you serve... and may he be glorified in this copyright infringement), and maybe reality tv (you get no caps from me, not that kind anyway). I know that we here at school enjoy bashing these and many other insipid things, but hold your vomit till the end, please. Here we have chugging water shots, beating guys with boards, throwing people into lakes... lameness. sad. pathetic.

No doubt I will think of other lame cultural ripoffs shortly, but for now the Peer Pressure Slut award goes to the guy who decided to "streak with a Speedo". You attempted to glorify yourself by streaking, and seem to somehow think that's ok, yet you lacked the nads to actually do it - you saw the need to cover both your face and that which defines "streaking". You took off your clothes for money. You sold your dignity for $27.

I don't know who it was, and I prefer not to. I don't think I would personally hold it against them in a general sense, but the action and similar childish thinking on campus disgust me.

intellectual child abandonment

So often, as highlighted by the homosexual marriage discussion in State and Local, we are fighting for right but without understanding why. And it shows. I think this is scary - we and our people look like the religious fanatics both we and the world are scared of. When and why did generations fail to pass on the essentials of life? How can we ensure we don't fail in the same way (especially when we are still struggling to put our world back together)?
I think there needs to be researched and instituted a new canon to teach children the what and why, to teach and fill in the wisdom of the Bible, and to instill the forgotten wisdom of the ancient fathers who knew the answers to questions we don't even know how to ask anymore.

War on Terrible Lyrics - Megalomaniac

song: megalomaniac
band: Incubus

Yeah
You're no Jesus
You're not Elvis
...
You're no answer

This makes me want to cry. I mean, even if you're in the "he was a good man" camp on Jesus... Elvis? Acutally, he tied with Ghandi, so we defered to alphabetical order. I honestly didn't bother to see who the song was written about (I have some guesses); but anyone who puts these two in a similar category does not get to tell me what to think. goodbye.

update

just pasting some old stuff till I come across some sleep, inspiration, time. see you in a few months.

as-yet-untitled

I see her there, a vision, dancing in in a field blanketed with red flowers. I run to her, and we dance together for hours... We continue dancing among the flowers until one of her lies explodes underneath my feet, removing my legs at the knees. I lie here alone, forever in the field, soothed only by the puddle of my blood cooling underneath me. Eventually, I gather enough strength to lift my head and look around. I am astonished to discover that the red flowers are, in fact, little red flags - millions of them blanket the field - each marks a landmine.

Neurosis 2.0

neurosis weeps through the cracks of our gaudy masks
plug holes with the finger of Inflatable Self

our masks a dam to hold it in
it silently builds up
amassing power

our faces explode
the dam shatters
our worst fear
neurosis spills out
the valleys flood
all the world to see

pray we not drown in our neurotic vanity

the elephant is marching to hell half as fast

If you think politics is about compromise, you are playing by the wrong rules. "Compromise!" is the cry of the defeated. As long as we hold up compromises as trophies we are playing to lose. Can truth and justice be compromised and yet remain truth and justice?

Vigilante Clowns of Justice: the fourth manifestation of