Hey Uncle Polar, what is a heart attack?
Dunno, but I hear its like an elephant sitting on your chest. Call for help.
What is a hernia?
Dunno, but I hear its like an elephant kicking you in the groin, night and day, for 3 months straight.
What is paranoia?
Dunno, but I hear it feels like an elephant laughing into your ear about your inadequacies, totally ignoring your talents that everyone but you can see. He was actually snickering at you about how funny
To my veteran brothers and sisters, who woke today remembering.......... Fallen SSG ______ , Fallen PV2 _____ , Fallen Captain _____ , and others.
PV2, with your mosquito wings, straight out of high school, you looked like your Mom should have signed a waiver for you to enlist you were so young. And you guarded me, at what, age 26, as though I were somebody important? And the car bomb ripped you to shreds a few hours after I sped through your gate. Yes, I saw what was left of yo
IRL...And you call your other friendships "In Real Life"
The real-life people, who judge you according to your ass size, visible displays of wealth, ability to lie charmingly, and skin pigment.
And you the wandering soul spinning toward me right now as I erupt in light, you are the Un-Real ones to me. Who loves me despite having never seen my shapely ass.
So will heaven be the place where people are encouraging of each other, despite nothing to gain? Love just because? Hmmmmm..
Nature has one flaw
Choosing always the path of least resistance
What makes us human
And distinct within nature
Is that life is found
In the path of greatest resistance
That being to love human beings
Despite the certainty
That everyone's life, once you get to know them, is messy, ugly, and complicated, just like mine.
That people are certain to burn you, hurt you, abandon you, and worse, and better, and worse.
But loving them anyway
You were not a mistake. Your body says lay down. And the world calls you 'guilty'!
For not sweeping the floors in harmony with them.
For not holding your breath
To make your body square
To fit into their cubicle
Action, action, action, don't just stand there, do something repetitive and mindless like the rest of us!!
They told us that a body must move alot to remain in motion, eh?
as though laws of rigid body physics applied to the disruptive thought potentia
What we do matters.
They are real souls, the 10 people who are watching DF, who are so scared of the stigma, imprisoned at 'home' to such a degree, or hurting so deeply.....10 are watching at any given moment for every 1 who dared to even sign up anonymously.
If you read this, you probably have encouraged at least one person anonymously, with nothing to gain, just out of love. And for every 1, there were really 10, check out 'Activity/All Users' to see for yourself.
Now don't even reply to me unless you've known from the earliest awakening in your life that you, amongst the oddities, were too-far-out-there to find a home ANYWHERE.
I'm at home with everyone, since I get to be them all for a few minutes once per month or so.
I'm at home with no one since I can't stay there long, can't choose when or where I will be on their wavelength.
Yes, the wide ranging bipolar takes one look into your eyes and knows your state, not because He/She is smar
Don't ever pause, don't ever 2nd guess with me
Don't ever hold back
Whatever is inside
If it doesn't make sense at this moment
I will tuck it away, and carry your silent expressions
They will have their day someday
My expression fails me often
My face gives up, disregard it
My body tells truth strong as iron, my da nm eyes
And i'm lost, and i'm lost, eyes cut by despair
But I find the path to flight right on time
If I ca
Yeah, New Thoughts..........The ones you wrote down intending to act upon 1000 years from now......notebook labeled "Someday"
Well, Well, Well: Someday never comes
Dancing in the street to internal music of the soul
Yeah, those Brain Zaps........They are mine!!!
And I could trade my highly variable, unpredictable mind.....
To be normal
They have no idea just how much I enjoy
Sniffing out less laundry
Two left toe socks that fit
Drew it by miracle
Leaving room for toes to grow
Leaving room for souls to grow
Take me to Guantanamera
Love me if you knew me
Destroy me because you could
This hurts too much
For me to try again
Zap the sonofaBiotch again
He was born for the track
Not for the cuddle hammock
Born for the rack
For her levered stretch
Born to be hanged
And so the bullets bend