Ani Difranco: Your Next Bold Move

coming of age during the plague
of reagan and bush
watching capitalism gun down democracy
it had this funny effect on me
i guess

i am cancer
i am HIV
and i'm down at the blue jesus
blue cross hospital
just lookin' up from my pillow
feeling blessed

and the mighty multinationals
have monopolized the oxygen
so it's as easy as breathing
for us all to participate

eyes they're buying and selling
off shares of air
and you know it's all around you
but it's hard to point and say "there"
so you just sit on your hands
and quietly contemplate

your next bold move
the next thing you're gonna need to prove
to yourself

what a waste of thumbs that are opposable
to make machines that are disposable
and sell them to seagulls flying in circles
around one big right wing

yes, the left wing was broken long ago
by the slingshot of cointelpro
and now it's so hard to have faith in
anything

especially your next bold move
or the next thing you're gonna need to prove
to yourself

you want to track each trickle
back to its source
and then scream up the faucet
'til your face is hoarse
cuz you're surrounded by a world's worth
of things you just can't excuse

but you've got the hard cough of a chain smoker
and you're at the arctic circle playing strip poker
and it's getting colder and colder
everytime you lose

so go ahead
make your next bold move
tell us
what's the next thing you're gonna need to prove
to yourself

How exactly is this sculpture pro-life?

Not that I have any problem with the sculpture and its depiction of Britney Spears giving birth. In fact I wish i could find a picture of the sculpture showing the head exiting the vagina. But alas, these were the best I could find. Wanna guess who helped sculptor, Daniel Edwards? How bout his kids, age 3, 6, and 8. What a wonderful family pastime. "Hey dad, how do you like that pussy now?"

Updated: I adore this commercial

I still forever love Parker. Regrettably the commercial is for Pepsi. It just occurred to me that I wouldn't want to open those pepsi bottles after they had been jerked around so much. That would blow (or burst).

The Flounder

As a fish whose tasty relatives are stewed and fried, I know whereof I speak when the purifying power of fire is under discussion.

There seems to be something missing here.

This ain't your great aunt's rollercoaster.

Vertical Blading?

Fuck that boring horizontal roller blading shit. That's for pussies. Arid, loose, and fishy pussies. If you are gonna stick those things on your feet at least you can try something new. Like this bored fellow decided to try. I guess this is what happens when you live in Germany.

Frank Sinatra is dead. He's dead. Hahaha...

Who is John Galt?

"I like this," Alex affirmed, and hurt her back, worse, until their hips slid past each other and their thighs interlocked, the long bone of the leg and the muscle over it pressed into the other woman's mound, pushing the sensitive, swollen tissue back down until it flattened against the pubic bone. Hard and soft, hard and soft, their hands played on each other's bodies, and they rocked in each other's arms, seeking advantage, grappling. It was a kind of wrestling with no attempt to throw, but a quest for domination nonetheless. They both yelped at the same moment, but not from the pain of the well-manipulated nipples. Their thighs seperated momentarily, startled by the intensity of this pleasure, and its brevity. 

Lost Art

I discovered this random website today while trying to waste time at work. I had one hell of a time trying to navigate the site since it isn't in English, but it was well worth the trouble. It is a site filled with random modern art and other bullshit. Pretty damned impressive. These are just a few examples of what hidden treasures are to be found.

Country Share for the Drugspot: 6,000 and counting

Lift

I know this is a dream, so what happened before was not a dream. It really, really happened. I can tell the difference between the two. But finally, this is a dream.

Kirkwood

The commonest, most ordinary curse of man is not so much that he was ever born and must die, but that he has to figure out the one and shape up to the other and justify what comes between, and that he is not a beast and not a god: in a word, that he is a man, and alone. All those, however, are the facts of life; the curse comes in the ways we try to deny them. 

Lake Tahoe

The sun touched the tree tops on the slope of the hill, and they looked a bluish-silver, catching the color of the sky.

Pandora

It was as if normal existence were a photograph of shapeless things in badly printed color...