Its like that dog in the street you pet on your way to work everyday to the point that one fine day your heart opens up and you say ‘what are you doin? how are you? you hungry?’
Its like that moment when a friendship deepens a liitle and may lead to kiss. When eye contact becomes hands reaching for hands moved by some un-seen force.
The threat of possibility in another human being is quite a thing to behold. A strange anticipation, risk almost always involved.
What happens between between a man and a woman when only hands and eyes communicate?
Is everything to follow a down-grade or a catapult?
Am I looking for love in someone that only wants sex?
What if its the other way around?
All I know is that its nice to have a pair of eyes to dream about, a layer of skin like still water waiting for a pebble touch. A mouth waiting to breath into mine and all that fuel waiting to burn itself into oblivion.
tying humans to their computers
wood be novels, scripts etcetera
very lil in between
shoe makers child ren wear no shoes
and the others
strapped to their souls
i can proudly say
i do not know how i feel
there is a buckle
waiting for my hide
have you seen what i
we all nod in…
“everything is under……”
no more posts as of late. My HP ( Hijueputa) too. It doesn’t really matter. But life continues by the grace of God, and my frozen fingertips are only blinks of a donkeys long eyelash keyboard kiss.
So? So What? Miles, Hopper? Girl scout cookies? Photographs eveen…like snagglepuss used to say.
Punish your lack of attention for reading this.
Three hail Marys and 6 bloody ones to match.
See you on Sunday.
While a warm furry bag of meat that purrs sits in my lap, for this man without a dog, without a gun.
Aimed at you my famous last thoughts, a pre-face…to your long and well travelled soul.
Im still here acting casual you know, what else is there to show?
Robert Pape is a leading expert on terrorism and suicide-bombing. He specializes in international security affairs and is a Professor in Political Science, Co-Director of the Program for International Security Politics at the University of Chicago.
Pape claims to have compiled the world’s first “database of every suicide bombing and attack around the globe from 1980 through 2003 — 315 attacks in all” (3). “The data show that there is little connection between suicide terrorism and Islamic fundamentalism, or any one of the world’s religions. . . . Rather, what nearly all suicide terrorist attacks have in common is a specific secular and strategic goal: to compel modern democracies to withdraw military forces from territory that the terrorists consider to be their homeland” (4). It is important that Americans understand this growing phenomenon (4-7). ¹
“[T]he taproot of suicide terrorism is nationalism” not religion (79). It is “an extreme strategy for national liberation” (80)…
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I dreamed that a former lover took me by the hair
Wrapped my hair around his wrist
Like a chain.
He beat the people he loved with me,
Beat them bloody
So that they could never hurt him again.
And in the melee
I wondered where he ended and I began.
I called my hairdresser and said,
“Pasha, why did you make my hair golden again,
So that it attracts the attention of thieves
And other people of questionable character?”
“Sanctions, my darling, sanctions,” Pasha said.
“We all have to invest our precious metals on the sly.”
I dreamed that my mother’s television
Detached itself from the wall as gracefully as it could
And volunteered to be my headstone.
My mother shook her head and said,
“Well, I can’t say I’m surprised by the situation,
As you know, someone is trying to steal our Arctic,
Just pack it away and…
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