Last we spoke, I had written an (I thought) amusing poem to the world of us bloggers. Well, after much time up and down the mountain, I have realized that when Yahoo (whom with I have a spammy email account) helps give information to lock up a Chinese (dissident) man for ten years, there really is a bad building block in the protien of humanity. If all corporations (and their shareholders) seek is monetary recompensense for their time and efforts, we will see capitolism funding totalinarianism as it already does fundamentalimsm. Glug, glug, $5.00 a gallon soon enough. I have been working on a computer all day, so I'm in the writing zone. Anyone out there remember when I used to post with witty commentary, spotty pictures, and uninteligable prose? Well, those golden days of yore are yet to return here on Aquanaut Drinks Coffee for those of you who have made it this far.
I have been taking ALOT of pictures recently. Visual arts are cool ! ! !

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but, alas, that's the best I can do for you folks now. Does anyone out there like poetry? Or write it? Here let me try again. I just pick a subject and run with it.

Sunny
by LL cool Hicks

Sunny leaves
sunny trees
sunny sunny lives
sunny dreams
sunny is the last thing that we know

that took 30 seconds . . .
COMON WORLD! POETRY!
NOW!
GODDAMMITTTTTTT ! ! !

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If that is not the WORST conan face you've ever seen, please tell me so. I hide out in this nest of silken cords. Spun by some prehistoric eagle type creature- I can't tell anymore.
"I miss home but I also am beginning to yearn for new vistas."
-- private Weatherby before being promoted to Viceroy aboard Her Majesties 'Old Kipper'
Perhaps my memory begins to fail, or is it my vengeful soul, blotting out the past? If only time could tell, but that's the one thing I just don't have anymore . . . time. The chains bind, metal squeals, and the five forces of nature (some think there are six; there are five), the five forces of nature sweep down to tear poor New [atlantis] Orleans to the ground. One day you've got a decent house-

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the next day, it's a stinky cat's asshole-

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Who's to say? Does the lord work in mysterious ways? Or are we all just cartoons,
playing off the light of the sun? Or is there another solution, or multiple solutions?

Well friends, I have discovered the ONE TRUE TRUTH. Yes, I know, you are saying to yourselves, the one BIG 'TRUTH' ?!? :D
Yes, friends, bloggers, and Hugo Chavez, the one true truth. Cause, you know, only one guy has it, and I'm the man. So where were we, oh yes, the ONE BBBIIIGGG TRUTH.
Yes.
Ahem.
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COUGH.

The one biiiiig truth. Okay, here I go.

The truth is that all exsistance, all energy, spiritual or otherwise, is ordaned by one diety.

Ahhhem.

One diety.

And, on this all night of nights, I am more than honored, I am in contract by blood to reveal this master of all merciful masters, lord of all his bountiful pleasures, and a damn good drinking buddy . . .
Ladies and germs, this has gone on far too long for the paltry payoff - - - but I PRESENT TEWWWWW YEWWWWW:

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My savior, the earth rests under her paw, (you'd better get to learn to love her, or you're in deep shit):

Sandra!

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I have always wanted to avoid dying by drowning, but this might be an almost equal smothering of death.
I haven't travelled around much, not even out of the US, but I am a big fan of Kerouac's writings. The smoking gun reveals his military records and the reasons the man deemed him unnacceptable to kill for country. Would those books not have been written, had young Jack been sent off to kill enemies abroad? Food for thought, and I am defrosting pork loins now, as we speak (read) together, here on the internets.
What fun!
Scientists recently discovered finite traces of deuterium, which gives them timing clues into the big bang, and the action of so-called dark matter.
I am supposed to go to a bar-b-q to night, my roomates- yes the crazy ones with the demon-dogs, are throwing a BBQ, and I guess I better show up. I already have a new place to move into Oct. 1, yet I haven't told any of them yet. Maybe tonight at the party, when everyone is good, drunk, and satiated; I will drop the bomb: I'm outta this shithole! Ha ha!
All of their rents will go up, but fuck tha police- it's not my problem- yo. I gots to get mine.
Be true, be real, and comment with a poem, as I am going to, and I know these poems are so bad, you KNOW you can do better! Hotcha!

Scratch Your Back
by Larz
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You scratch your back
You take the plunge
Reaching behind
Brings forth a small
Egg of plenty

or I am so enamored with this disipline, I give you another:

Red
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Red is what I saw
Red is what I said
Blue is how I feel
Because of what you said,
Red drips down your head

Sweet dreams!


p.s.

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A little house of yellow nestled in the woods.
A great big heart of red who probably should,
wander yonder to the house of blue.

by erin : )