January 18, 2004

• what is and is not

  We left the garden.
  
  kate spade of aces high on drugs are not the answer to the question authority is about power play it again sam spade private eye ball at the world series of comic books burning in germany is not America is free at last, free at last night we were dancing like nobody was watching the world news tonight show girls in bikini wax for surfboards in California girls are from Jupiter to get more stupider is not a word to your mother mary wife of joseph not stalin during the second war is not the answers are hard to come by the waterfront not waterback when I was your age is just a number of ways we can do that is not a good ideas can change the world spinning on an axis of evil ways and means committees make decisions are difficult personalities are rare is not common man is not woman is not man like Adam made at the start to finish the story: God. 

  Or:

  Sex, drugs and rock&roll.  God sees everything.  Sex, drugs and rock&roll.  It makes sense to Him.  Sex, drugs and rock&roll.  It doesn’t make sense to me.  Sex, drugs and rock&roll.  I don’t understand Him.  Sex, drugs and rock&roll.  God sees everything. 

  Or:
  
  Our lives intertwine in a million different ways. Our ideas, our convictions, our libidos clash with history and societies mixing and matching and finally it all settles into a daily living that’s simple: we were just here.
  
  Or:
  
  Life for all of us looks and feels quite different.  We’d like to think we’re different too.  We’d like to think that we stand out from the crowd, one shining face in a sea of grey.  Walking through the city, our senses are rapt by the phenomena of the world around us.  There’s the tactile feel of cold asphault crunching or the bone rumbling feel of a snow plough doing its thing.  Our eyes have been hard at work since we left the womb crying when we first found love in the arms of our mothers.  But when you were born, a plane flew above the hospital and while most travelers slept through the flight, a few passengers looked out the window eating their peanuts, seeing a city so vast and tall and lonely.  As your eyes opened and adjusted to the light, they were already gone.

  Or:

  It’s all and, or, but.

  Or:

  God sees everything.  That too. 
  That works for me.
  
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  Guang Niu (Reuters)
  
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  From the true tales of NPR’s National Story Project (compiled by Paul Auster):
  
  As I was walking down Stanton Street early on Sunday morning, I saw a chicken a few yards ahead of me.  I was walking faster than the chicken, so I gradually caught up.  By the time we approached Eighteenth Avenue, I was close behind.  The chicken turned south on Eighteenth.  At the fourth house along, it turned in at the walk, hopped up the front steps, and rapped sharply on the metal storm door with its beak.  After a moment, the door opened and the chicken went in.  – Linda Elegant of Portland, Oregon
  
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  somme 4 (max pechstein)
  
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  I think John Edwards would be a good president.  On principle and electability, he should be the Democrats’ choice.  His policy proposals actually have substance (and they’re written in detail).  He’s smart, good-looking, charismatic and the most genuine of the bunch.  Well, Gephardt’s genuine too but his trade policies are kooky/unreasonable.  Dean would kill the Democratic party and his policies are the most vague (and ANGRY! Run away… Run away…).
  
  In terms of temperament, Edwards or Gephardt.  But policy tips scale in favor of Edwards.  And he’s as positive as heck (or I mean, heaven).  Man, you can’t not like this guy.  Clark is turning out to be a real sell-out.
  
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  Enjoying:
  
  
  musicforthemorningafter
  

  Matt11:28

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