Left in the Suburbs

The void of paths constructed to be uncrossing, the colloquially means of finding fulfillment and the necessity of a non-progressive escape route.

Aug 8, 2008 3:30pm

"Green" plastic company

Aug 8, 2008 2:02pm

PCC slaps down some plastic edumacation

Aug 7, 2008 6:15pm

Garbage Island.

Jul 29, 2008 11:39pm

Survival of the fittest: indeed not. Survival is the boon of man kind. How much better off we would be if survival was not a curse thrown upon us. Day in and day out we wait, watching the clock, count the hours till we aren’t: till we aren’t working, till we aren’t waking, till we aren’t famished, till we aren’t wanting. An ebb and flow of states that we suffer through till one day IT comes, the penultimate experience.  But this IT is ill defined. None know what IT is. IT just is. And IT we are after. Blessed are those who have not survived for IT is theirs. They have discovered IT is not a presence but an absence, a resounding absence. But I dread and suffer knowing that those who are blessed as such likely are a group attended by emptied seats, a vacant crowed. All I know is is. All knowledge knows is is. Isn’t doesn’t bring promise of ever being. Whether trembling through a marathon’s 14th mile marker, breathlessness harmonized with to a racing heart or bludgeoned and bloody under morticians scalpel, isn’t refuses to be. It is always in hiding and can never be seen. For is itself isn’t the difference between a man and a cadaver. It is the transition. And it is the stasis. Is is reality.

The wind: altered position of the tree branches, presently vertical blades of grass, inverted umbrellas, a paused dance of molecules

Jul 25, 2008 10:21pm
Making mashed cauliflower right now. Thank you Mr. Bowden for the tip.
Jul 25, 2008 5:42pm
I don’t really know how to write at the moment. The tone I want just isn’t perching upon my shoulders. Some distancing, “I’m smart” point of view keeps on trying to hijack my writing. And it just isn’t honest to how I present myself or maybe more aptly how I want to portray myself, the way I want others to read me, not so that they can lift me up but so that they can understand the melody that plays within my soul, so that they understand what the chimes of life mean to me.
Jul 25, 2008 4:55pm
I was reading up on milk alternatives (pasteurized milk is terrible for you, me and all people), and during my research, I ran into a wonderfully specious argument against the use of cows milk. The argument went that soy “has to be better than cow milk because first off cow milk is for calves.” Very nice. But wait a second, soy beans aren’t meant for people either, are they? They’re essentially soy eggs or in plant terms, soybean seeds. Soymilk must be bad for you because it’s not meant for human consumption. It’s meant to propogate the species not feed humans. And also, almond milk has to be terrible for you because almonds aren’t meant for humans, they’re meant for growing almond trees. They’re really intended to be swallowed up by the soil. In fact, all natural food is bad for you because it has a function outside of providing nuitrion to us human folk.
Jun 6, 2008 11:22am

One man's expression of approval is another man's endorsement

Jun 4, 2008 10:07am

Banksy

I feel that the Banksy deserves a link up. Graffiti and vandalism aren’t cool. But his reaches a level of redemption. Thumbs to Banksy.
Jun 4, 2008 1:04am
CSI Miami is the Magnum PI of our day.
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