| Earth to Bush |
[Sep. 6th, 2005|10:58 am] |
Earth to the President: warnings ignored at your peril
Andrew Sullivan
September 05, 2005
From The Australian
LIKE many seismic events, Katrina's true impact might take a while to absorb. The poverty, anarchy, violence, sewage, bodies, looting, death and disease that overwhelmed a great city last week made Haiti look like a paradise.
The seeming inability of the federal or city authorities to act swiftly or effectively to rescue survivors or maintain order posed fundamental questions about the competence of George W. Bush's administration and local authorities. One begins to wonder: almost four years after 9/11, are evacuation plans for cities this haphazard? Five days after a hurricane, there were still barely any troops imposing order in a huge city in the US. How on earth did this happen? And what will come of it?
There seems to me a strong chance that this calamity could be the beginning of something profound in American politics: a sense that government is broken and that someone needs to fix it.
It did, after all, fail. It failed to spend the necessary money to protect New Orleans in the first place. This disaster, after all, did not come out of the blue.
Below is a passage from the Houston Chronicle in 2001, which quoted the Federal Emergency Management Agency on the three most likely disasters to threaten the US.
They were an earthquake in San Francisco, a terrorist attack in New York city (predicted before September 11) and a hurricane hitting New Orleans.
Read this prophetic passage and weep: "The New Orleans hurricane scenario may be the deadliest of all. In the face of an approaching storm, scientists say, the city's less-than-adequate evacuation routes would strand 250,000 people or more, and probably kill one of 10 left behind as the city drowned under 20 feet (6m) of water. Thousands of refugees could land in Houston. Economically, the toll would be shattering ... If an Allison-type storm were to strike New Orleans, or a category three storm or greater with at least 111mp/h (178km/h) winds, the results would be cataclysmic, New Orleans planners said."
Katrina was category four.
So what was done to prevent this scenario? There was indeed an attempt to rebuild and strengthen the city's defences. But the system of government in New Orleans is byzantine in its complexity, with different levees answering to different authorities, and corruption and incompetence legendary.
More politically explosive, the Bush administration has slashed the budget for rebuilding the levees. More than a year ago, Walter Maestri, emergency management chief for Jefferson Parish, Louisiana, told the New Orleans Times-Picayune: "It appears that the money has been moved in the President's budget to handle homeland security and the war in Iraq, and I suppose that's the price we pay. Nobody locally is happy that the levees can't be finished, and we are doing everything we can to make the case that this is a security issue for us."
To make matters worse, thousands of Louisiana National Guardsmen, who might have been able to maintain order, are deployed in the deserts of Iraq, in an increasingly unpopular war.
However, there are plenty of troops and National Guardsmen who could have responded adequately. Iraq holds only 10.2 per cent of army forces. There are 750,000 active or part-time soldiers and guardsmen in the US today. The question then becomes: where were they?
Where was the urgency to get these soldiers to rescue the poor and drowning in New Orleans, or the dying and dead in devastated Mississippi? The Vice-President was nowhere to be seen. The Secretary of State was observed shopping for shoes in New York. The President had barely returned to Washington; and had already opined that nobody had foreseen the breaching of New Orleans's levees.
Earth to Bush: the breaching of the levees had been foreseen for decades. If anyone wanted evidence that this president was completely divorced from reality, that statement was Exhibit A.
As chaos spread, the President seemed passive. He said on Friday that he was "satisfied" with the response, but not the results. What does that mean? Then he held a photo-op with Senator Trent Lott, whose house had been demolished. "The good news is - and it's hard for some to see it now - that out of this chaos is going to come a fantastic Gulf Coast, like it was before," Bush said. "Out of the rubbles of Trent Lott's house - he's lost his entire house - there's going to be a fantastic house. And I'm looking forward to sitting on the porch."
According to the official White House transcript, laughter followed that remark. Lott was Senate majority leader until a few years ago, when he was forced to resign because he said he regretted that racial desegregation had taken place in the South in the 1950s and 1960s. So while the poor and the black were drowning or dying, Bush chose to chuckle in the South. It beggared belief.
Why was martial law not imposed? That was a question nobody seemed able to answer. The mayor of New Orleans unleashed a diatribe at the lack of federal response, while Michael Chertoff, the head of homeland security, pronounced himself proud of the work of his department.
Later Bush was forced to say on television that the response to disorder in New Orleans was "not acceptable". But wasn't he ultimately responsible? In the 2000 debate with Al Gore, he had said that coping with natural disasters made him, a hands-on governor, better suited to the presidency than Gore, then vice-president. That quote began to find its way on to the talk shows and cable television last week.
As for the Federal Emergency Management Agency, it soon became a joke. After CNN had shown scenes of chaos in the New Orleans Convention Centre - with bodies, looters, people dying of diabetes, children lacking basic amenities, and disease spreading - the head of the agency, Michael Brown, went on television and said: "We just learnt about that today, and so I have directed that we have all available resources to get to that convention centre to make sure that they have the food and water, the medical care that they need."
To add insult to injury, Bush appeared with Brown and congratulated him for doing "a heck of a job".
The President seemed oblivious to reality. One reason why this event may reverberate is exactly that disconnect. Five days after a hurricane, US citizens were still helpless across the region; and yet the president was "satisfied". More than two years after the invasion of Iraq, the road from Baghdad airport to the Green Zone is still not secure, and yet the President has pronounced himself pleased with progress.
The resonance was not lost on many Americans. There comes a point at which the central question of this presidency - its competence - overwhelms every other issue. If the President's credibility is shattered at home, how can it be restored abroad? For anyone who wants Iraq to succeed, Bush's response to Katrina can only be grim news.
In Republican circles, one real change may have occurred. In a matter of days, chances of former New York mayor Rudy Giuliani becoming the next president improved drastically. Republicans know when an almighty error has been made. And last week, their president failed them. It will take enormous political work for him to win them back now. |
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[Jul. 31st, 2005|11:34 pm] |
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hm...this livejournal shit is getting old. I sense a lapse in updates coming... |
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| jason 2.0 |
[Jul. 28th, 2005|12:36 pm] |
you know those little cooling fans in the back of computers? I've decided that I'm going to have one of those installed in the side of my skull to cool my brain. It'll have a biochemically controlled on-off switch - whenever high stress hormones like cortisol rise above the threshold it would activate. Something like this would serve a dual purpose. One, it'll theoretically aid me in coping with insurmountable rage and dissatisfaction. Two, whenever people see that the fan is on, they'll know not to fuck with me.
On the up and up, uhm...my head is on the up and up. I still continually burn when I have dead time, but it's managed. I actually can't wait to start work on monday...I'm just so sick of sitting around the house with no money. Like I was saying to travis...jobs are like girlfriends. When you don't have one, you're like "jesus I need that!!" and then when you get one it's like, "oh yeah...that's right." Regardless, I now have a job...so I need to complete the set. |
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| ps |
[Jul. 27th, 2005|02:41 pm] |
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oh yeah. I just did another quick analysis of my entries. Multiple entries in series about stress, and series about love. Hmmm...stress, love, stress, love... Are they polar opposites, or one and the same? Whatever they are, they both weigh heavily upon my young mind... |
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| when illusion collides with reality |
[Jul. 27th, 2005|02:27 pm] |
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I feel like such a dependent fraud. I'm the calm and quietly strong-willed artist...yeah right. Nothing like dropping the illusion of strength out from under you to sober you up quickly. "Put it in the music, man!!" Fuck off. I don't have the intellect in my will right now to articulate my disgust and pain in moments of frailty. The interior of my being is so chaotic right now that trying to pick out inspired pieces of art would be like trying to catch a diamond ring in a tornado with a pair of tweezers while blindfolded. Read: it's not happening. Anything I do make now would be totally random and disconnected and have thirty points anyway...not that I don't like chaotic music, but I want some symmetry in my life right now. Can't I have positive symmetry? My previous post mentioned how different areas of my life are getting worse to take the place of my financial situation getting better. So it seems stress is like energy - neither created nor destroyed, only transferred. I feel an intense desire to run. Just start running, and hopefully whatever piece of ground I collapse onto is home.
I've definitely decided that when this chaos clears enough for me to focus, I'm going to musically shred the universe. |
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| alain aspect |
[Jul. 26th, 2005|12:14 pm] |
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A weight is beginning to lift from my chest. I do believe I found a well-paying job. Now the financial prison that is my life may change a bit. But, typical of nature's balancing forces, more stress is emerging in other areas. Great, now I can pay the bills, only to begin doubting whether or not I have anything going for me that is not material? Fuck. You better take care of me, god...or you'll have me on your hands. |
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| god only knows it's getting hard... |
[Jul. 25th, 2005|11:10 am] |
hmmm...I have nothing to say, but i have time to kill. Should I rant? You wouldn't want to hear what I have to rant about, and frankly, neither do I. The mounting stress from the aspects of my life with which I am currently displeased is like a growing cerebral parasite or degenerative disease. It's making my emotions, and therefore my actions, unstable. The difference is that in the olden days I would lie isolated inside, prostrate upon the floor/couch/bed, and succumb to the disintegration. Now I feel an intense rebellion against the pain; some kind of equal or greater force compelling me to fight or flee. I simply can't stay in the house and lie in the cut by myself - it'll burn me up. However, I may have loads of self-confidence, but self-doubt is definitely still there. So the doubt says, "Why is it that you can't stay home by yourself? What is it about yourself that you can't face?" It seems legitimate, too...am I running away from my personal problems by constantly wanting to be around friends and people I care about, or is that desire to be around said people therapeutic for me? Will I ever be "fixed?" Am I really broken at all anyway? Reminds me of a line in a piece I wrote several months back - "but who is to say what is right? / only more comfortable..." I feel I am learning to accept my flaws as well as my strengths; to embrace the flaws and flip them into strength. Doesn't mean it won't still hurt, but at least what I make of it will result in positivity.
by the way, you cocks haven't been commenting. I loooove comments...even the ones posted by people with questionable ethics. |
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| nine inch nails |
[Jul. 23rd, 2005|02:44 pm] |
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oh yeah, i forgot. Guess who has a ticket for the nov. 2 show at MCI with nine inch nails and queens of the stone age? I'll give you three guesses and the first two don't count. Fucking right, it's ME. HAHAAHAH~~~1!!!!@#$ I'm mad with power, lunch, and fury!! All the good tickets sold out quick as hell, too. envy me! |
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| take action against this hypocritical amendment |
[Jul. 23rd, 2005|12:32 pm] |
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From the ACLU:
"Take a Stand on the Constitution and Oppose Flag Amendment
Rather than properly armoring troop vehicles in Iraq and giving veterans the health care they deserve, Congress is again considering a constitutional amendment to allow the government to make it a crime to “desecrate” the flag. For the first time, however, unless the ACLU and its supporters really pull out all the stops, it will pass.
The ACLU—and you—are really the only things standing in the way of this constitutional amendment.
No Constitutional Amendment for Flag 'Desecration'
Ever since the Supreme Court barred laws criminalizing flag “desecration” fifteen years ago, a number of lawmakers and interest groups have been lobbying ceaselessly for a constitutional amendment to change the First Amendment to trump the Supreme Court. Fortunately, others in Congress, joined by veterans’ groups, religious leaders, the ACLU and prominent opponents like astronaut and former Senator John Glenn and former Secretary of State Colin Powell have fought back successfully. As Secretary Powell wrote in 1999, “The First Amendment exists to insure that freedom of speech and expression applies not just to that with which we agree or disagree, but also that which we find outrageous. I would not amend that great shield of democracy to hammer a few miscreants. The flag will be flying proudly long after they have slunk away.”
Take action now and tell Congress that the flag amendment would betray every principle that the flag itself represents.
The proposed amendment violates the very principles for which the flag flies.
Americans are an intensely patriotic people, but only because of our free heritage and the liberties embodied in the Constitution. One of these basic principles is the tolerance of dissent, even when obnoxious. This amendment stands for the exact opposite premise: that you can put people in jail merely for being offensive.
Flag burning laws are a hallmark of authoritarian regimes.
China and Cuba are just a few of the totalitarian regimes that ban the “desecration” of national symbols. In Hong Kong, democratic reformers have been prosecuted under the Chinese flag laws. Those regimes know that the power to put people in jail for flag burning is the power to silence dissent.
Where’s the fire? Flag burning is extremely rare.
The flag amendment is a solution without a problem. Most critics of the government are loath to burn the flag and it just doesn’t happen very often. Should we really be changing the Constitution for a few isolated incidents? "
take a couple minutes out of your day to visit this link and help prevent the first step in the destruction of the first amendment - https://secure.aclu.org/site/Advocacy?pagename=homepage&page=UserAction&id=246&JServSessionIdr006=2zganimy51.app24a - it won't take long at all.
~jsn |
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| 550 gerbils confiscated from home |
[Jul. 23rd, 2005|12:03 pm] |
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"with so many gerbils to care for, our staff has been stretched to the limit." How true.
hm...(insert 5 minutes of me waiting, wondering what to type so as to convey my concerns but not emotionally incriminate myself too much)...umm...note the end of the previous entry. The notoriously mentioned "somebody" has been invading my thoughts and taking a good portion of them over, not unlike some form of emotional piracy...positive piracy, mind you, as though they're making me walk the plank into a fluffy wonderland or a Scrooge MacDuck-style money vault (for those of you old enough to remember Duck Tales). Good, you say? I'd think so...but this doesn't usually happen to me. Those of you who know me "for real for real," as the kiddies might say, know i'm supremely picky...i've only felt this way three times before, and all three times they turned into my girlfriend...but this is happening more intensely and suddenly than those three ever did. I reckon I'm only typing this much info because that girl isn't on livejournal and won't be able to read this...girls, if you read this and it was about you, would you get weirded out? i need comments. it's been a while since i gave a fuck about the progression of a relationship with a new girl, so i guess i'm trying not to fuck up.
the central conflict in my life now is whether or not to begin studies to become an MD or to practice music, which is the love of my life. Every day that goes by, thanks especially to colin and the aforementioned girl (who shall remain nameless for a minute), i am leaning more and more towards just throwing off the world and following music. It would REALLY disappoint my family (i.e., "WHAT JASON?! You're throwing off medical school to go play MUSIC?!" "um...yeah mom." *insert all manner of discouraging and unintentionally hurtful statements about my prospects and ability here*) buuuut, i don't really give a fuck. When I'm around artists, REAL artists, people who have it in their veins (not just people who write a couple lines in ABAB scheme about a boy or girl and call it "their heart"), when i'm around innovation and creation, I feel at home. I need to seek that out...now if i could only figure out a way to properly break that to the family... |
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| we're fucked. |
[Jul. 22nd, 2005|12:18 pm] |
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http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&u=/ap/20050722/ap_on_go_co/patriot_act
~HOUSE VOTES TO EXTEND PATRIOT ACT~
"~WASHINGTON - The House voted to extend indefinitely the anti-terrorist USA Patriot Act, while limiting to 10 years two provisions of the law that have become linchpins in the ongoing congressional debate: allowing federal agents to use roving wiretaps and to search library and medical records. "
ohh great. thanks a fuckin lot, fear. thanks a lot, complacency. thanks a lot, ignorance. you are the real WMD's.
on a brighter (maybe) note, i met somebody who is A) liberal; B) an artist to the core; C) utterly beautiful and intelligent, and last but certainly not least; D) NOT fraught with drama and mortal issues.
There's a black lining here somewhere...i'm waiting for god to send the rains. For now I'll keep the wall a number of bricks high. not so tall you can't scale it, but i'm not calling out the wrecking crew this soon...
more at 11... |
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| by the way |
[Jul. 21st, 2005|01:12 pm] |
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is it any wonder the world hates america? I just read an article in the paper showing jenna bush in one of the most impoverished sections of africa with her mother for some tour, and she was handing out fucking pictures of her pets to the little children dressed in tattered rags. those worthless dogs live better than those poor children could ever hope to, and such pictures serve as bitter reminders of just how fucked they are in africa...those pictures indicate how rich and happy the president's daughter is. Pictures of rich dogs are fucking worthless to dying children...am i the only one who sees that this is not a humanitarian gesture? I literally twisted inside upon seeing the picture of jenna handing this picture to this skinny little girl, and seeing the look on her face, as if to say "what the fuck?" with a slight tinge of desperate sadness. Fuck you jenna. hand out meals or medicine or fresh water, not a paper record of opulence these kids will never attain. |
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| robot jockeys race camels |
[Jul. 21st, 2005|12:43 pm] |
what? ok, I have five minutes to type something that matters.
i want everything for nothing. i want everyone to love me, and i wanna be connected to everyone, consequence-free. i wanna be able to turn my emotions on and off with a thought...can someone install euphoria and inspiration light switches in my brain? cause i'm lacking. I wanna stand on stage with the Instrument and control the crowd - i want to be their god for two hours. I want the complex. Am I aspiring to the ultimate social interaction? Casting my line into the collective nerve center in the name of art...i think so. I want to be desired for my mind, so much so that it clouds the perceptions of those around me. Hell, I'm just being honest...maybe i do crave attention, but i'm in the mode of putting that out there. I don't want to be happy...at least not now. I want to be frustrated and hurt and inspired. people perceive pain as beautiful when it's in someone else... |
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| UPDATE (unsolved mysteries style) |
[Jul. 16th, 2005|12:05 pm] |
My cable internet has been on the fritz for almost two weeks now. i'm updating this from the anne arundel county public library. excellent. I'm mostly here to check email and apply for jobs which i can't find for shit (thanks, GW). So i have some free time, i figure i might as well update this. last night was quite cool, i went to the talking head to see height and bow do their rap thing...they're definitely getting better. Check them out - http://www.bownarrow.net Also, Dan Deacon (http://www.dandeacon.com) was there. for anyone who doesn't know of dan deacon, he's an insane electro-demon prophet. he's either the second coming of christ, or the first coming of some whole other shit. His music is PURE INSANITY, babbling and full of noise, but totally coherent in a chaos theory kinda way. it gets in your spirit if you let it. CHECK HIM OUT. jebus, rocking out at that small ass club made me really want to get up on stage somewhere other than a house party. Swegman and I agreed to start our project, tentatively called theHoax, with haste and reckless abandon. He'll be doing a set at the talking head on august 6th, and if all goes well, yours truly will be a guest guitarist for a song. Our shit simply won't be ready for display until probably the spring, but when it's ripe, we'll be spreading it around for sure. Okay, that's my musical rant, on to something else.
not being able to find a job is REALLY pissing me off. I must have put in like 16 applications, no bs. Nothing. I've tried calling the sons of bitches back, still nothing. So this afternoon, at the library, i'm performing a dual mode of updates and applications. I may actually apply for a federal job my aunt could get me, but it's with the army, and i take issue with that. However, i don't take issue with $14 an hour, so i am in a dilemma. personal and financial ruin await me (in fact i've already begun), so just how important are my ethics? Fuck. More to come... |
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| sigh... |
[Jul. 4th, 2005|05:02 pm] |
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| update...or is it down? |
[Jul. 4th, 2005|01:01 pm] |
ok so i figure i'll update with a less stark and overtly emo mess of words today. My man colin had a party on friday night...it was musically lovely. could have used more girls there to even out the atmosphere, but musically we were on fucking point. Our friend anthony came down from cumberland - he's a fucking awesome bassist. Travis was on drums, his brand new 3-piece DW...fucking gorgeous. And yours truly was on guitar of course. We set up the musical foundation for colin to run his mouth over, and run his mouth he did. We played for several hours, total freestyle...the best way. only problem is, it was hot as hell in that house, and i was rocking out pretty hard, so apparently my temperature rose a good deal cause the next day i had a heat rash. Oh well, it was worth it.
Also saw my friend laura there, whom I haven't seen in like a year. we hung out last night, too...ugh, she's so fucking gorgeous. Back, you soft devil!
Aside from all the emotional and party type shit, I just got a notice in the mail saying that the unemployment agency found against me in the appeal. No more benefits, for now...I'm appealing that shit though. If they wanna be hardasses, I'll be a harder ass. The deciding factor was that when I was questioned about how long I had the guitar, I lied and said a few months instead of over a year, because I knew I was about to get fired and I was stressed, so I said a dumb thing. The judge felt that since I presented no medical evidence that would prove I was under stress, that lie constitutes gross misconduct. So fuck them, I'm going to get a signed statement from the psychiatrist I was seeing at the time stating that the medication I was on clouded my thinking and that he believes that my reaction was a direct result of the aforementioned haziness. Fuck them...i won't let that go without a proper fight.
I'm still looking for a job, though. All this free time is making me fucking insane. All my friends are working or whatever else, and i'm left to sit with my thoughts for hours at a time. I don't like being alone these days...there was a time I craved it, needed to be away from people. I loved it when the house would be empty cause it could be just me and (what I know now to be a sickness) my thoughts. Now i'm just the opposite...connections with people definitely make me happy. It keeps me from worrying...which i have a problem with.
"what if plans don't go my way,
and it's sure to spoil my day...?"
well, what if? will it ruin you for the day, a few days, a couple weeks? acceptance is something that i've learned i must achieve. we are powerless over our environment. the only thing we can do is adapt. Not change ourselves fundamentally based on others...but adapt to situations. Do something about it instead of rocking your fists against reality until your hands are broken. Don't like the way you look? run your ass around the block a few times. don't like who showed up at the party? go somewhere else. i know that "right now" is all there is to deal with, and that it's hard to. but i'm gonna start practicing what i preach. people have always known me to say "fuck the bullshit." However base and unpolished that is, i say it because underneath it all, i strive to do just that. forget the irrelevant...don't let yourself flip it in your mind that what is truly irrelvant is actually a vital detail. i do that all the time...and it's high time not to.
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| hmmm... |
[Jul. 2nd, 2005|12:25 pm] |
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i was reading over my entries here, and i realized how many of them have to do with love...when i am not in love. what makes me this way? does everybody else feel alone like this? i'm not the depressed, isolated wreck of a human i was in high school. i go out, have friends, spend time with my family, feel love for everyone in my life...well actually all that good stuff is in no small part thanks to kicking hard drugs (see entry for 2/4/04 for an example of the old thought process), but still. i am a living, feeling person...my emotions are intense. typical scorpio trait, i guess...but whatever i feel, i feel with zeal and loyalty. love, jealousy, sadness, wonder...i get caught up inside what is in my life. and in this case, i am also caught up inside what is not in my life. |
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| bond radical |
[Jul. 2nd, 2005|03:33 am] |
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<td width="30"></td><td> so many things are pulling me in every direction...
they all want a piece of myself.
and i, alone, sit with closed eyes and fearful thoughts
of the ultimate meaninglessness and neverending presence
of right now.
i am every thing you want
(me to be, or)
i am empty desire
lost in fading circles.
i am the truth
silenced by the gods in me;
but the demons scream the song of confusion.
they would be fain to whisper in my ear
the knowledge of the spiral,
and remove my innocence.
i am your healer,
your manipulated hero,
twisted and smiling in the dark,
speaking words as though they were light,
while the memories of the sun and thoughtlessness
drip inside my mind...
if i blink,
i may miss the apocalypse. </td> |
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| the palm at the end of the mind |
[Jun. 29th, 2005|06:51 pm] |
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ok, really...the drama ends here. actually, the drama did end, and then some other drama started. allow me to elaborate, yes?
First, some crazy shit started up with my friend alicia. I expressed myself very badly about what i did or didn't feel about her friend savena. long story short, i do not feel romantic feelings for this girl. Unfortunately, i gave the impression that i did. bad move. Alice is just as jealous as me, but she's outward about it, whereas i'm inward. it's not like i'm even her boyfriend, but you know how people get. she blew up on savena, which pissed her off at me, and since i, in effect, broke alicia's heart, her father and her sister were mad at me too. cut to me, having four people pissed off at me for my awful behavior(which was just telling a girl i don't want to get into a relationship because i'm not ready for one and i didn't want to hurt her), which wasn't really awful at all. over the course of a week and much stress, i managed to patch things up with alice and set shit right with her. *whew* now cut to new drama...
i met some good people over the past few weeks, two of which, kate and joey, i understood to be good people. kate is awesome, and a singer/songwriter. musicians...my kinda people. anyway, kate and joey developed themselves a relationship. cut to today, where i found out joey is a habitual line-stepper and compulsive liar. he's about 34, told us he owns his own home, has the bmw and the kids and the whole nine...turns out he lives with his mom, doesn't have his license, and his wife has custody of the kids cause he keeps relapsing in his alcoholism. i don't care about material things, but i care about being lied to and disrespected and taken for a fool. You can't do that to scorpios, we'll shut you off in a second. And so i have decided to. And so has kate...he's becoming obsessed with her and lying more and being crazy. so kate is moving out of his house tomorrow. this is good, because he was having a negative effect on her...i mean, christ, she got nails put on which means she could no longer play guitar!! poor girl...i'll teach her to live. so the positive side is that tomorrow we're gonna spend the day getting her shit together and moving her into her new apt. in baltimore, and i'm gonna introduce her to the band and we'll play music a while. very good things.
geez...well, that's about it for me this evening. peace and blessings, all.
-jason...drilling heads for evil spirits since 1983. |
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| I scored as Iceman...how apt :) |
[Jun. 28th, 2005|11:37 pm] |
 | You scored as Iceman. Iceman is a very powerful but volitile X-man. His ego and reluctance to follow orders means that he often clashes with Cyclops. Despite being immature sometimes, he's very popular with the ladies and is an extremely powerful X-Man. Powers: Can lower the temperature in areas around him. Basically, he has a near limitless ability to freeze things and make massive amounts of ice.
Iceman | | 75% | Wolverine | | 75% | Rogue | | 70% | Gambit | | 65% | Cyclops | | 60% | Jean Grey | | 60% | Beast | | 60% | Colossus | | 60% | Emma Frost | | 60% | Nightcrawler | | 45% | Storm | | 30% | </td>
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