Wednesday, May 5, 2004
We Build This Society
Tuesday, May 4, 2004
Forgotten But Not Gone
Sometimes I call to argue, sometimes just to listen, but my feelings stab me when I can't call; or when I do call, I only listen to the stroke of keyboards, a grunt of dismay due to some wide hipped woman's retorts in an environment I no longer belong. The laughter I long to hear comes because some other crazy woman talks with a kooky accent like Ms. Quan from Mad TV--again from that same environment I don't belong in. So while the Odella's and Marnie's of this world reach the heights of their success, I'm forgotten, but note, I'm not gone--just elsewhere searching for an environment where I belong.
I wanted attention, just equal time as those who cause such great chagrin, but I don't warrant that because I exist, for one, much better in a visual that stimulates remote memories. They all have each other when they need sympathy, but I'd much prefer a long embrace. I'd prefer to discuss it but I'm denied what others are so freely allowed. Would it matter? Where an explanation would help out, I'd probably get another excuse and once again have the blame shifted on me. Yes, we used to connect so well, but now he has no time, got got got, got no time--no time left for me.
Sunday, May 2, 2004
so another oil tanker is missing...hm
I don't know how to find the lost or missing articles today, but to find any that might go missing in our future, I suggest we employ "On Star" technology and put tracking devices in all tankers, planes, boats, and rail. Track our assets consistently. We have no excuse for missing explosives, missing chemicals, and missing vehicles.
Thursday, April 29, 2004
You are no swine--savor with me
Benevolent pursuer, chaser of my reasoning, hunter of beauty; oh, grand devourer of all sorrows, my joy and my song; I dance with you my grandest lover and I call upon you always, "Peace!...come lay at my breasts."
By Chelle
Friday, April 23, 2004
Wednesday, April 14, 2004
Return to Sept. 11th
Listening to this commission get to the bottom of what was said days after the planes became bombs. The FBI and CIA both admitted then they hadn't been able to assess all the different information each agency had piling up. In other words, they didn't know what they were looking at.
3 am Sept 11th I woke from a series of dreams about being buried in concrete and steel. I got out of bed and recorded the dream. Turned the TV on only to find out ten planes were unaccounted for. Remember this point--ten planes were announced on our news to be unaccounted for.
Those who needed to know did know, but 2 to 3 hours before it all came down. What choice were we given? We could have had our military shoot our domestic flights out of the sky and have the entire world come unglued (bin Laden would dig that) or we could let the terror point to the way terrorists handle getting their way. All this happened because terrorism is far better organized and focused than freedom is.
Now lets quit this shit and go put an end to the lives of the millions who will ultimately rise again and again and again...