Poetry and Prose will take you away, you'll be drifting between darkness and eternal moonlight...savage passion and reasonable love will sing their songs...flickers of happiness,embers of sadness...all you need to forget time is still ticking. (written by a reader)
posted by Dean @ 4/30/2006 06:34:00 PM
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I’ve been watching a lot of golf over the past few years mainly because of Tiger Woods, and I quite enjoy the peacefulness of the sport. It’s like a long stroll in the park and enjoying the day. I wonder why the women can wear shorts and the men always wear pants, but I guess I would rather watch Michelle Wie’s legs than that of Tiger Woods. Some of the women wear skirts also which isn’t really a good idea especially when they have to bend down over a putt to get a good read. The camera zooms in for a close up, and they not only have to worry about getting a good read on the putt, but also have to make sure that their delicates aren’t showing for all the world to see. You would think the camera would zoom away further, but the camera’s eyes stays, leers. It must be a man behind the camera. A woman would know better, but heh, I’m not complaining.
posted by Dean @ 4/30/2006 05:01:00 PM
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posted by Dean @ 4/30/2006 12:53:00 PM
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posted by Dean @ 4/30/2006 12:32:00 PM
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posted by Dean @ 4/30/2006 01:04:00 AM
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Woke up about 1pm and I’m unaware of where I am that’s how tired I am. My mind struggles to associate this place, but it draws a blank. I’m like what the fuck, mind, do your job-WORK. Slowly the darkness turns into recognition and I recognize where I am. Sanctuary of my bed and warm drool on my pillow makes it complete. Seems impossible but I might have to conduct a survey with guys. It never fails that when we first wake up an erection is in place as if it was just waiting for you to get the fuck up like an anxious child waiting for mommy and daddy to wake up on a Sunday morning to make breakfast. I know I don’t dream about sex every night, but that doesn’t stop my boy, erection from doing his own thing by branching off in his own thoughts of fantastical fantasies. The penis and the mind usually work in unison, but there are those rare moments when he breaks free like a dog being pulled by his master down the street. Ever seen one of those HUGE ass dogs pulling a scrawny ass man/woman to do their own thing? It’s pitiful.
posted by Dean @ 4/29/2006 02:25:00 PM
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A simple touch can make you believe again
posted by Dean @ 4/29/2006 12:55:00 AM
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posted by Dean @ 4/28/2006 10:05:00 PM
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I've been listening to this new guy, James Blunt www.jamesblunt.com. Well, he's not really new but new to the US audience. His fucking songs are so depressing and full of self-pity, that after listening to him you want to fucking cry. If you don't want to cry you wish you could and indulge in his self-pity. Two of his songs are Goodbye My Lover and You're Beautiful. Saw him on O (Oprah) about a month ago, and he was so unassuming and self-depricating. That's how I wish most celebrities were. It endears you to them even more. It makes you feel, well, this person has so much talent and yet they're not full of shit, how cool. Let me now go spend my money on this cool, unassuming person. That's good PR right there instead of being a fucking prick/cunt. And as I speak of music and stuff, a friend made the obvious comment to me that why does it seem like the most talented creative people have to be the most tortured: Marvin Gaye, Jim Morrison, Picasso, Michael Jackson ( Michael is a tortured fuck). It's like God said, well, I gave you all this talent so I have to toss in some bad with it, here you go, take some heartwrenching torment to go. How I would love to be a thought in the room when some of the greats came up with their masterpieces just to watch the entire process take place..wow. Talk about an adrenaline rush...ya.
posted by Dean @ 4/28/2006 10:29:00 AM
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At what point in your life do you come to the realization that you need a change? That the path of your life is wrong, and there's more in store for you than what you're doing right now? A change surely is in order because all the signs are posted for death. Not a physical death, but a mental death which is far worse. Physical death is quick and your heart/mind isn't overwhelmed daily with life questions. Mental death is slow, erosion of the human psyche leaving battered and wearied. I wonder daily how many people are burdened with thoughts of being overwhelmed and backed into a corner where there is no light. I've been in that corner before when your soul is divided and it all seems pointless. You think that no one else could possibly be feeling this excruciating pain you're enduring, and if they were what possible reason would God (we always blame God) easier to blame him than blame yourself for your shortcomings. In those times the simplest things work to snap you out of that melancholy for me it was maybe reading a good book, seeing a movie, writing, taking a solitary walk in Central Park in the middle of winter-nothing beats that. And then, without even realizing it, the doldrums had passed and I was back on even ground-for now. So it goes. ( I like saying that) So it goes.
posted by Dean @ 4/28/2006 09:29:00 AM
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posted by Dean @ 4/27/2006 12:23:00 PM
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posted by Dean @ 4/26/2006 10:47:00 PM
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Small doses of passion
posted by Dean @ 4/26/2006 12:18:00 PM
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Everyone deserves their15 minutes of Andy Warhol fame, but MY GOD do we deserve to be force fed with these no talent celebrity whores everyday of our fucking lives who have absolutely no talent, and for the life of me I don’t see why so much time is spent on their every fucking move. Are our lives so useless and pathetic that we need to make ourselves feel better by watching these celebrity whores primp and preen their useless existence and no talent asses in front of us daily? I could name a litany of these male and females whores who daily beg us to love me, look at me, see how beautiful and vapid I am-MY GOD. The media should target one useless celebrity a week and declare it to be “Because you’re untalented-no coverage for you week” those celebrities would lose their fucking minds. See how quickly they shut the fuck up about being hounded by the press. After that week of being unimportant in this cultural malaise their ego might be put in check. I know that there are the upper echelon celebrities, “ the human Gods of our society” that are virtually hounded night and day, and for them I have sympathy. The no-talented hacks, well, you should be happy that you haven’t been discovered as being a no talent celebrity, which is probably an oxymoron. I remember Oprah asked this so called “celebrity” what are you famous for? GREAT FUCKING QUESTION MISS OPRAH. This “celebrity” looked stunned for a moment as if the question didn’t make any sense. What is YOUR talent, Miss Oprah asks her? Ha!! I thought to myself finally someone asks one of these useless vapid celebrities for their resume. Well, Miss Celebrity says, my daddy is famous and I guess I know famous people. EUREKA!!! America’s light bulbs should have gone off and begin wondering why we worship at the altar of these hacks. But, sadly no. The hacks are still out there and multiplying like germs everyday. So it goes according to my boy, Kurt Vonnegut.
posted by Dean @ 4/26/2006 11:53:00 AM
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The mind wanders
posted by Dean @ 4/26/2006 10:18:00 AM
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I see in you remnants of my soul
posted by Dean @ 4/25/2006 09:24:00 PM
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Where is the light in your eyes my dear child?
posted by Dean @ 4/25/2006 04:46:00 PM
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As something is happening as you're living in the moment of it, the powerful vacuum of its life force do you know in that instant that a lifelong memory is being lived? Do you allow yourself the space to step back and document with your heart and mind the event taking place so a year from now time will afford you more clarity t0 appreciate the magnitude of that moment? These moments don't come along too often and if you blink, you might just miss it. True moments have auras (yes, moments do have auras) and you can feel its presence it can be quite overwhelming as it tries to sweep you away in its magnitude. When was your last moment? As you think about it now can you recollect the smallest details with great accuracy because you allowed yourself the freedom to live in the moment and enjoy it?
posted by Dean @ 4/24/2006 11:26:00 PM
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There is something to be said
posted by Dean @ 4/24/2006 05:25:00 PM
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Went to Wendy's for lunch today, and the cashier gave me back too much change, $2 or something. By the time I realized it I was almost out the door so I didn't really want to go back inside so I gave it to this homeless guy begging for his dinner outside. I figure it this way, I'm not profiting and the money is going to a good cause. My own personal "Feed the World" or something like that. Anyway, the universe is balanced and I'm off the hook for ripping off a poor Wendy's clerk who will probably get her ass chewed off by her supervisor.
posted by Dean @ 4/24/2006 03:21:00 PM
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I love those All State commercials with my boy, Dennis Haysbert, former president on the best show of all time, 24. He has that commanding voice whch demands your attention when you hear it, reminiscent of James Earl Jones. If Dennis says to you in that voice, "Take those panties off-NOW". What are you gonna say, no? The voice commands, so it is said, so shall it be. The intangible of those commercials also is that having a black man as the voice of your brand gives the company the appearance of caring for the common man, even if they don't, the perception that they can do is more than half the battle. "All State cares, that's all we're saying."
posted by Dean @ 4/23/2006 11:57:00 AM
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posted by Dean @ 4/23/2006 11:45:00 AM
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I"m surprised that Victoria Secrets hasn't come up with a way to market their shopping bags for sale. Women use them to put their lunches, hold their books and other miscellaneous things. It just seems like a classy way to carry around your stuff and the other benefit is you associate women with wearing the underwear when you see the bag, and you immedietely imagine what underwear they're wearing. The bags are basically free advertising for VC not that they need it. God, if women revolted and decided to stop wearing underwear the way God intended it, VC would go out of business in a heartbeat. There are somethings we just don't need, and panties I"m sure most men would agree is one of them.
posted by Dean @ 4/21/2006 11:36:00 AM
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Let the Fire Rage
posted by Dean @ 4/19/2006 07:07:00 PM
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posted by Dean @ 4/16/2006 03:21:00 PM
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Poetry and Prose will take you away, you'll be drifting between darkness and eternal moonlight...savage passion and reasonable love will sing their songs...flickers of happiness,embers of sadness...all you need to forget time is still ticking. (written by a reader)
