I'd like to say that johnlanguage inspired me to write this poem. I haven't written in a few months because I've kind of gone through a dry spell and reading his poem clicked something in my mind.

Anyway, this is dedicated to Nick (Needle).

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I miss you
Clinging like desperation to
words that have lost
their meaning eons ago.
A soul cannot be prepossessed in such ignorant trips
of the tongue, yet my heart belongs in them, but do they?
Confusion consumes my mind like
a cluttered desk of papers too important to
throw away.
Expression is futile in a language so
limited by my mind.
If I could speak the language of spirits
I would have companions in a world cherished for it's purity.
But we are no longer pure.
We have lost all our meaning like words
I miss you.

Ha!  So, I'm a bitch, but this made me smile.  I was driving home last night and I had to stop at a red light between Las Vegas Blvd. and Twain.  Now, I hate it more than anything when people run red lights.  I don't mind if it's like "the light was yellow so I went for it" or "it had turned red after I was in the intersection."  But there's always that pause between the red light for the other guy and the green light starting up for me.  Anyway, when my light turns green and there's still a guy in the intersection, I kind of drive forward a bit just to freak them out.  Well, last  night the light had already been green on my side for at least two seconds and there was a guy just starting to go through the intersection to turn.  Fucking tourists.  So, I started driving forward pretty fast (I was totally in control).  And the people in the car started freaking out.  One dude in the passengers seat put his hands over his eyes like it was a nuclear blast or something.  Hopefully that'll put the fear of God in them and they won't run red lights again.  Because if I had actually been someone who was totally oblivious and actually hit them, I could have killed at least one of them and it wouldn't have been my fault.

Now shower me with copious amounts of praise.

kthx. 

I love B-movies. There's not much better than a low budget, thinly veiled plot with random unnecessary nudity and gallons of fake blood. Of course, not all B-movies need to follow the B-movie stock. Sometimes they don't need blood or nudity, just really bad dialogue and fantastically enthusiastic OVERACTING! :o I mean, look at the movie Vibes starring Cindy Lauper and Jeff Goldblum. No blood, no nudity, just a really awesome pyramid made of light and Cindy speaking in tongues. CAN IT GET ANY BETTER?!? I submit that it cannot! And, honestly, I don't think they play enough B-movies on TV. The Sci-fi channel has all but given up on playing the good ol' standards and has begun to make their own rather large collection of this lovely genre of film. I'm not saying I don't enjoy their little forays into the filmmaking world, but their graphics are a little too good, their actors not quite bad enough, and the storylines are all really boring and flat. WHERE'S THE PASSION! Even when the storyline sucks and there's nothing going on, an actor that plays ON THE HIGHEST LEVEL OF HIS ENTHUSIASM ABILITY can always hold my attention. The last Sci-fi channel B-movie I saw starred Richard Grieco. Now... c'mon... Richard Grieco? HE'S FAR TOO CREDITED TO BE IN A B-MOVIE! I mean, he starred in a hit show not even 20 years ago! That's far FAR too soon to be starring in B-movies. Where are the porno actors trying to get "serious" work? Or the really old washed up actors in minor hit shows from 30 years ago? Or Pamela Anderson? Oh, wait... put her under the first category. ANYWAY! C'mon... people... If Peter Jackson, Robert Rodriguez, David Cronenberg, and many other critically acclaimed directors can start out making really shitty B-movies, what's stopping the next generation? Who needs a budget? You can't pay your actors? Get your friends to do it! You can't afford the makeup? Really tricky and crappy camera angles! C'MON! Bring back the good ol' standard of B-movie. These new high falootin, fancy shmancy movies are an embarasment to the art! And it is art, oh, indeed, it is art.

If you're a fan of B-movies like I am, you might want to go here http://www.badmovies.org/

I have to thank a friend for showing me this interview.  It made me laugh, thought you might enjoy it too.  Gotta love the Marines.

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It is a portion of National Public Radio (NPR) interview between a female broadcaster and US Marine Corps General Reinwald who was about to sponsor a Boy ScoutTroop visiting his military installation.

FEMALE INTERVIEWER: So, General Reinwald, what things are you going to teach these young boys when they visit your base?

GENERAL REINWALD: We're going to teach them climbing, canoeing, archery, and shooting.

FEMALE INTERVIEWER: Shooting! That's a bit iresponsible, isn't it?

GENERAL REINWALD: I don't see why. They'll be properly supervised on the rifle range.

FEMALE INTERVIEWER: Don't you admit that this is a terribly dangerous activity to be teaching children?

GENERAL REINWALD: I don't see how. We will be teaching them proper rifle discipline before they even touch a firearm.

FEMALE INTERVIEWER: But you're equipping them to become violent killers.

GENERAL REINWALD: Well, Ma'am, you're equipped to be a prostitute, but you're not one, are you?

The radio went silent and the interview ended.

So I'm home alone on candy duty after spending the FUCKING WORST HOUR OF MY LIFE in traffic. Yeah, Vegas traffic sucks my balls and all those assholes who can't fucking drive can die and burn in hell. That aside, Halloween is usually my favorite holiday. Candy and dressing up and all that good stuff, it usually speaks to my ancient pagan innards. But the last couple years have been fucking shitty. Why is that? You may ask. Well... ever since I stopped trick-or-treating things have gone down hill. Last time I T-O-Ted was my senior year in highschool. Some of you may say "damn that's old." But I don't care. I had fun and my friends and I loved it. Now it's either my mom and dad going to their friend's house and having a party and asking me to go along which is GAY! Like I'd want to spend an entire evening on candy duty at someone elses house surrounded by middle aged moms and dad's talking about the PTA. I would go out with my friends but they either make plans beforehand, don't invite me, or are out of town. Once again... GAY! I don't like many people. I'm very selective by who I hang out with. So, in sum, I don't like morons. And I notice a continuous trend of people getting dumber. Therefore, my selection for Halloween outings is limited. Shitty for holidays such as this, yes, but decent any other time of the year. So, basically, instead of dressing up, going out, getting drunk and having a debaucherous time; I'm stuck at home giving the 5 kids in our neighborhood candy. And those sons of bitches are lucky. We give out the king size candy bars. So, I'm going to sit my fat ass on the couch and hopefully they'll be playing some good horror movies on the Sci-fi channel. If I can't go out and have fun, I might as well scare the shit out of myself at home alone.

Our school has this magazine that comes out every year or so called the Vagus Nerve. It's a pretty cool little magazine where students from UNLV and CSUN can submit poetry, paintings, photographs, and other works of art in order to have it published. Now, I consider myself to be above average when it comes to poetry (I've written it and studied it most of my life, so hopefully I've accomplished something). And last years submissions were ok (some were actually pretty damn good), but the majority of them were pretty shitty. There was one that was some lame goth Marilyn Manson rip off. Actually, funny story about that. My friend was talking to a group of his buddies about the poem, and this goth girl walks up and says "what are you guys talking about?" And my friend says "this really bad poem about plastic people in the Vagus Nerve. It sounds like some emo goth in therapy ripped off Marilyn Manson lyrics." And the girls says "I wrote that." Well, because my friend is awesome he replies "oh, so you're familliar with the work?" Then the girl goes on to say something about how therapy is nothing to joke about and that she's been dealing with issues blah blah. My friend says "well, at least you'll have something to tell your therapist this afternoon." I always find it amusing that people who completely hate themselves get upset when you insult them. I see, it's ok for you to hate yourself, but if anyone makes a flippant remark you get offended. Logic anyone? But I digress... I submitted 5 poems this year to the Nerve (which was the limit on submission entries). This is the first time I've ever submitted my poetry to anything like this. It seems like it might be cool. So, if I have my poem put in this little magazine dealy it'll be pretty exciting. I usually don't like to share my poetry. I'm pretty self conscious about it, but hey, I figure for something like this where people submit poems about the "plastic people crawling forth from their plastic wombs" or some shit like that, I have as good a shot as anyone. Anyway, if I make it into this little magazine dealy, I'll be sure to tell you guys about it. (As if you shits care in the first place. <3)