Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
You will not save the Earth, gunning down aliens from the back of your Hummer.
You will not save the Earth, smashing zombies in the face with a spade.
You will not save the Earth, standing on a burning car (your fist in the air).
You will not save the Earth by deciding which wire to cut (red/blue) at the last second.
You will save the Earth when you decide to start picking up your shit.
You will save the Earth when you decide to start picking up your shit on the beaches.
You will save the Earth when you decide to start picking up your shit in the fields and in the streets.
You will save the Earth when you decide to start picking up your shit in the hills.
And we shall never surrender.
Written by Me at 12:17 AM
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Today I let the mask slip just a little and all the villains come flooding in.
While I don't expect you, as a book filled with lines, to understand my predicament, understand that I will be home late tonight. There will be blood on my costume. And the dishes will have to wait.
Written by Me at 10:15 PM
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
"This is the one." The universe assures me from behind the counter.
"But I thought you said the last one was the one." I reply.
"No." Says the universe. "I sold you that one so you would know that this, this is the one."
"Is there another one?" I ask the universe.
"I can't tell you." They reply. "It'd ruin the surprise."
Written by Me at 9:53 PM
Monday, November 23, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
We are at the gates.
We are at the gates and we are coming for you.
We are coming to set the wrong things right.
We are coming to destroy your policies.
We are coming to destroy your calendars.
We are coming to destroy your tyranny and we are going to replace it with a democracy of ideas.
We are here for your assignments, expense reports and time sheets and we are going to start a fire so big and so bright, the sky itself will gasp.
We are coming. For you.
Written by Me at 11:14 PM
The bad news is, your choices and intentions, some people and places, those nights spent awake and all you've done, can lead you to the bottom of the pit.
The good news is, this wouldn't be the first time someone's crawled, tooth and nail, out of hell.
Written by Me at 12:06 AM
Friday, November 13, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
I am nervous. I'm afraid. But I will stand here in the white hot heat of you. I will play Russian roulette with your playlists. I will tell jokes I'm not sure you'll find funny. I will hold on until there is no more reason to. And in the end, I will break the stars and resurrect the sun.
Written by Me at 11:56 PM
Monday, November 9, 2009
And maybe I'll sleep at the station because there's nothing to go home to but an empty fridge and some stale mayonnaise.
And maybe I'll make friends with the guys sleeping under cardboard boxes and newspapers and we'll discuss what it means to love and to live.
And maybe I'll wander the city, one lost particle in a dust storm of Mondays, late nights and reports due yesterday.
And maybe I'll get on a plane or a ship and get lost in places I've never been lost in before.
And maybe I'll keep my phone on me in case you call. And tell me there's something to come home to.
Written by Me at 1:22 AM
Friday, November 6, 2009
Let's play hopscotch in malls. Let's drive fast with the top down. Let's turn up the music as loud as it'll go. Let's put a couch on an island in the middle of the freeway and wave at everyone on their way to work. Let's hug strangers in parking lots. Let's hand out secret messages at traffic lights. Let's make lists of all the things that make us smile and tick them off, one at a time. The world will carry on without you and me when we're gone. Let it carry on without us, today.
Written by Me at 1:16 AM