Inspirations

some things to think about:

until you find something worth dying for, you're not really living.

ever wonder what it's called?

elbonics: the actions of 2 people manuevering for one armrest in a movie theater
glackett: the noisy ball in a spray-paint can
lactomangulation: manhandling the "open here" spout on a milk carton so badly that one has to resort to using the "illegal" side
optortionist: the kid in school who can turn his eyelids inside out
--Rich Hall

some spiffy quotes

smile, it confuses people

"Making others laugh gives you a fleeting power over them... at the moment of laughter, a person is temporarily disabled."
---Deborah Tannen

"Humor is a great way to clean out people's heads; it should scrape your brain like Drano and make you see the world in a new way."
--- James Finn Garner

"Nightmare #4 (Extinction)"
Mark Williams

I am stepping through a field
I remember as being once green as green
paint but now the same lead
color as the sky dead as eyes
blind with cataracts and make my slow way
to the river I know is up ahead
my eyes fixed on my feet so as not to puncture
my foot with broken glass to avoid
the large peel of tire rubber
patches of grease and a pile of bullet
shells left from some hunter's spree
and finally stand at the edge
of the water the color
of ashes and blood
I see the animals floating by
in the slow moving swirls each one
badly disfigured each one the last
one of its kind they try to tell me
something through their oblong eyes
and by the pained tilt of their heads
But I already know
what they are trying to say
Knew how this day would one day come
I try to say that I understand what we have done
and how I am sorry but the words
must sound like bullets to them now
for they have no way of rising from the dark
water that carries them to oblivion
they have no way of forgiving me.

When I am an Old Woman, I Shall Wear Purple
by Jenny Joseph

When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
with a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
and satin candles, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
and run my stick along the public railings
and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
and pick the flowers in other people's gardens
and learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
and eat three pounds of sausages at a go
or only bread and pickles for a week
and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
and pay our rent and not swear in the street
and set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.