Today

Sorry guys/gals I was sick two weeks ago, and last thursday I forgot to post something. I like the short essay of 100 things to do today. I wanted to share my top ten favorite things from that list.

70. CONTROL THE URGE TO FARM (Hard for me to do since my parents and I live on an organic family farm)
17. Recall Mother (damn you mother)
50. Over sleep (I hardly ever get the chance to)
61. Require the intellectuals to attend indoor drug taking picnics.
77. Practice saying something
72. Offer to help the dying
32. GET the Fuck out! (I hope I don't have to tell anyone this in my home)
35. Mass murder the animals with overly smooth minds. (the human race?)
11. Perfect the ground
19. Determine the cause of the cause.

Okay, this should be a gooodpost. Keep it easy guys/gals.

Fiction three.

I really am not in the mood to blog today, believe that! I was deeply moved by the story about the two brothers getting into mud. This brings back memories to when I used to play in my creek, muck up to the thighs, reaking of decaying life, humus.

I also am reading a book called "River Town" for Cultural Anthropology. It's a 400 page book, I'm about halfway.

the story is about the Authors visit to a Chinese city named Fuling. The Author worked for the peace core teaching English to the Chinese students. Still very communist, Fuling is a rapidly changing city. I find the Author is a little into himself, and I could totally ask him to leave out parts of his journy that are simply not needed to know. I'll post something later on this book when I find out more. I have until the end of the month to finish the book, and knowing me, it'll be the last week in which I finish the book!

-Ben

Hope everyone had a safe Holloween.

my story about a sentence from TOAF

I liked this short story I wrote about TOAF, this sentence sparked a story.

The Cold Snap

“I was writing next door to a former crackhouse, which had become a lesser crackhouse, and a place of violence.”

A lesser crackhouse, what in the fuck is that? A crackhouse is a crackhouse is a crackhouse; there is nothing lesser about such a horrible place, where our story begins. ‘Eddy’ didn’t care if his new crackhouse had turned into a lesser one, he still got his fix. He was a skinny black man with ribs and all other bones showing, cracked and bleeding lips and bleeding gums. He stood six feet five inches, but only weighed one hundred and sixty pounds due to his excessive stimulant usage over the past 11 years. He was so skinny, I think he could weasel his way into any door of a home that he would burglarize. He was thirty two years old, and with that math, had been smoking crack for most of his youthful manhood. He was living on the streets of a rough part of downtown, and had encountered plenty of possible death encounters; yet this would soon prove to be the end of it all, winter wouldn’t be so forgiving.

He had nowhere to go, his family had given up on him years ago, despite many interventions throughout the years. The emotional burden was just too much. They had to let him go, and pursue his own horrific life of squalor. They would soon here of his eminent death in the newspaper days later. Late October turned into late November which leaded up to the holiday season (yes we have to be tolerant of other cultures, it’s no longer just ‘Christmas’) it was on Christmas eve that we had record breaking lows in the city, and many homeless people froze to death that night, one of them was none other than, Albert ‘Eddy’ Higgins.

Yep, seeya all in class!

today.

http://www.examiner.com/life-coach-in-denver/fda-approves-ecstasy-new-treatment-of-iraq-war-veterans-with-resistant-ptsd-encouraging-results I wrote about this in a poem. Godda love some good pure MDMA if you ever get a chance to try it. Know the purity, and your source. (I just wish I could get FDA grade, it's prolly pretty damn good.)

In other news, last night I spent a good deal of time looking at rough drafts of old poems from 3 to 4 years ago. I think I will use some of these poems for my portfolio due midterm. I also read the fiction packet.

Have a good weekend. 

Blood Dazzler

WOW! I couldn't put this book/poems down. I think I was too young (maybe 17) when Katrina hit in 2005. I had no idea of any of the news that was taking place. These poems vividly describe the horrors better than any news could have reported.

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If I had to pick any specific poem, '34' or 'What to Tweak' were probably my favorites.

other than that, this poetry book has everything; Sex, corpses, sadness, anger.

I also enjoy how the poems tell a story. There is a band called "Mars Volta", and their first CD "Deloused in the Comatorium is a 10 track Album that tells a story. I simply love this sort of thing.

We'll be discussing this book more in class, so I don't have much more to write for now.

That is all, have a good day, and weekend.

sunnny day

Well, enough of that rainy overcast day we had. A new day is here (weds), and it is super sunny out. The cops even finally came out of their shell and were everywere on the road. They must not have any reason to be pissed or feel the need for AA today. anyways, this is my blog post for the day, and that is that..

zip it up and zip it out.

sandcastles

Well, I got an idea from 13 ways of looking at a blackbird. My homework consisted of writing down 13 different poems about sandcastles. I don't have my journal with me, it's out in the car. Sooner or later, I'll post the contents. Anyways, I really don't enjoy the computer anymore... I was so into it all through highschool, and just got bored of wasting my life in front of a screen.

Heres a little poem:

 The computer world sucks,
unfortunatly, its how they make the bucks
turning our children into robots,
try and find me in reality, instead.

my first post

Damn, I am tired this morning. if it were up to me, I'd still be in bed, however, my girlfriend is making me go into ypsi once again on my day off, to accompany her to buy her school books.


Next off, I really hate doing online things such as facebook/myspace/blogs. People were  not meant to sit in front of a screen for hours on end and our society is turning the youth into a bunch of mush brained semi morons.


That is all, anymore talking and I might rant and get pissed off about something else. We'll save that for another post.