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Now with even lower standards!
Due to shortages in men in the Greater Portland Area, the following categories of unforgivable lowlifes have been promoted to "potential relationship material" for me: -Liars -Cheaters -Daily pot smokers -My intellectual inferiors -Dirty, smelly coffee shop poets -Barflies -Possessive types -Women haters -Men old enough to be my Dad -My Dad -Anyone else in my family, including the remains of my dead grandfather -Lawyers -People who can't spell and refuse to use spell check -Alcoholics -Negative, angry types -Politicians/the criminally insane -Smokers who pretend to be non-smokers -Vain, self-centered artists -Drama queens -Guys who always get dumped and can't figure out why -The dental-hygienically challenged -Players -Polygamists -Republicans -Anyone with that shit-eating fetish -People who ever liked the band "Book of Love" -Pig Fuckers -Pink shirt wearing corporate capitalist dick heads who drive fancy cars -Free loaders -Your dumb friend, age 37, who still plays video games after work -Anyone with a toupee -The insecure -Misers -Humorless "business" types -Mama's Boys -Egomaniacs -Sex addicts -Poseurs -Infantile fuckwits who blame everyone else for their problems -Narcissists -Bad kissers -The fiscally irresponsible -Underachieving slacker dudes -Anyone in any kind of tribute band Hope to hear from you soon!
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
The rain had lasted 16
out of the last 18 days
and with it the chance to
open books and old cds
I ran into Bob Dylan's
anthems and with them-this,
"...Ain't it hard when you
discover that
He wasn't really where
it's at
After he took from you
everything he could steal..."
and I still hang around
the ceiling
waiting for
waiting for
waiting for
Little instances of
escape
Not into myself
But the soft breath
of another
And tell people,
"I really like being
alone,"
And fade away
to childhood
(don't we all)
And listen to those
voices
Carrying me away
to then
Because now
feels
So distant.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
I had begun to
awaken
early
as to leisurely
enter my day
As I took
Greta
out for her
morning walk
I noticed
the birds
stirring
more
aggressively
than before
I looked
in the cage
and counted
and re-counted
and counted
again
noticing that
there was
one more
walnut sized
violet brown
hatchling
the next morning
four more
how unobservant
had I
become
from
laying of eggs
to incubation
to flight
and then
full moon
and early
morning
taking me
out to the
porch again
and moon setting
morning
cascading
about fledgling
white wings
illuminated
with
blue-white
light.
It is said that unsophistication makes a man empty and that emptiness makes him carefree. It may be true among those who were born dead and who exist like frozen corpses; but the sensitive boy who feels much and knows little is the most unfortunate creature under the sun, because he is torn by two forces. The first force elevates him and shows him the beauty of existence through a cloud of dreams; the second ties him down to the earth and fills his eyes with dust and overpowers him with fears and darkness.
Kahlil Gibran
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