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• June 5, 2007 - Boring Day
Its one of those days where you start to work then your mind goes completely off track...funky day outside...work seems a waste of time...casual, surprise sex with just the right gal NSA just ain't gonna happen (cuz you're no spring chicken, no Studly Do-Right, married, all the Wrong Stuff anyway,) and the usual day-dreams just ain't cutting it...really want to play hooky and go for a drive, to the beach (freeze yer knackers off,) or catch a matinee..sometimes just waiting for a knock on the door from the perfect (female) stranger whose car broke down just in front of the house and "Hey, could I use your phone to call for roadside assistance?" kind of stuff... but what the hey.
On other news, looks like Cheney and pals got their life-long wish - Putin says the Cold War is back On!!! I'll aim at you if you aim at me, cuz my missledicks are bigger than your missledicks. Whoopee! Gives me the Chill Wills all over.
Got ta hand it to them bozitos - when they fuck things up, they really do it big time, don't they? Hell, I let the smallest thing slide and I get the instant Karma thing, like, instantly. These clowns - they'll sail past the Pearly Gates without so much as a howdy-doo-doo. Sure wouldn't mind running into Cheney in a dark alley one night - somebody somewhere just has to have the shot at putting things right, dontcha think?
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Infinite Joke
Who would bind an infinite god,
Build fences of dogma to repel the apostate?
What is written is finite, cannot begin
The task before it without hubris.
Look, darkness glows
No less than light, dark matter
Holds up half the human imagination,
Shines upon hope as well as fear.
In an all-white world, no contrast.
How can anything be discerned?
Look upon this existence and wonder at its purpose –
Can this really be the whole of it?
Is reality truly so narrow? Do dreams
Not matter in the breadth of infinity?
No singular truths, despite the ravings
Of iconoclasts and the righteous.
No solutions that address only one need
Can ever succeed, will always fail.
If god is infinite, what is beneath god’s notice?
If god’s creation issues from perfection,
What of hatred, jealousy, greed, desire?
Perhaps we ask the wrong questions.
In the grand and infinite cosmos that
Holds us so lightly in its embrace,
We are no more than a smudge, a gnat,
An accidental hiccup, leftover
From the original explosion of desire
That issued from god’s heart.
All this struggle for god’s attention,
From behind walls we have built.
God’s laughter, as well, is infinite.
Notty Bumbo
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