Friday, January 20, 2012

insurance: a means of losing money while betting against yourself to win.

(this is a philosophical statement, not a pronouncement of evil)

know yourself. this is the luxury of the civilized age.

both and

excess is such a waste


need, you are a craven creature, making thieves and fools of us all...

Wednesday, January 18, 2012


nothing good comes of desperation

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Saturday, January 7, 2012

girl with the dragon tattoo

wow, this is a conundrum…where the rubber meets the road, for me. i am a pacifist, a lover of love…a vegetarian, on account of i don’t want blood to spill for me to continue to exist physically. and yet i absolutely love the character of lisbeth salander, heroine of the millenium trilogy of books and movies. lisbeth is a waif of a woman, weighing in at bantam in a world full of heavies. if i was her size, i would never feel safe on this earth. that’s due in part to christian talk radio shows, which played non-stop in my family home, and informed me, at the age of six, that i had a twenty percent chance of NOT being raped sometime in my life. rape is the thing that makes my blood boil, makes me feel justified in dispensing blood sentences…me, the girl who doesn’t believe in bloodshed. i once read a passage in a brett easton ellis novel called ‘imperial bedrooms’, wherein the disaffected male protagonist absentmindedly fists a woman he has kidnapped with a handful of shit. i saw red after reading…imagined this man’s blood painting the surfaces of the room in an elongated act of justified retribution. if you don’t have a vagina, it’s hard to explain the extent of the feeling of violation that’s attached to the unwilling entry of one. it’s so deep, so visceral, so vulnerable…so powerless. if a man treated lisbeth salander in this manner, and didn’t kill her, she would some day come face to face with him, unman him with a knife, shove a rhythmic handful of shit in the gaping hole, and call it even…and that’s what i love about her. so…i call for a world without bloodshed, and yet this animal desire exists inside of me…we are up against it, collectively. it’s the rare human being who can endure injustice and not require an equally unjust act to feel whole again…mercy…

(i fully acknowledge that men get raped too…can’t be any more fun for mouths and assholes. and yes, women can rape men)

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

you were never attracted to my strengths...only my weaknesses.

wistful wondering

was it you, came crashing through my lines or my expectations that pulled you there?

Tuesday, January 3, 2012



addictions are telling things. we all have them, and they usually take up the same amount of space as the holes in us that need filling.

reality tv show ideas

the customs olympics:

send people to other countries and see how well they can adapt to each others’ cultures

warehouse wars:

fork lift operators go head to head in skills involving their vehicles

sherlock’s apprentice:

students of somatics (i.e. face reading, posture analysis, aura reading, et al) deduce character traits in people they meet for the first time.


(ideas available for licensing)