drowninglotus

Ignore. Avoid. Lie. Repress. Discriminate. Hate. Delude. Enrage. Judge. Harm. Suppress. Torture. Undermine. Devastate. Crush. Aw, fuck.

Shit, why did I hit New Post? I don't really have anything to say.
My only friend here in Seattle attends a Lutheran church where he volunteers his Saturdays doing grounds work. I tagged along yesterday and we worked our asses off. Apparently next Saturday there's an announced parish-wide clean up day, where Nate's hoping to get some other parishoners to help haul away the...
Read More

I am the fear that you will find your heart and surrender it to love. I am the nervousness you feel when you realize you just opened up. I am the answer when you question what you know. I am the loathing you feel for those different from the rest of them. I am the sigh you release when opportunity passes you by. I am...
Read More

I just wrote a long post and the fucking net lost it. I don't feel like trying to recapture it. Here's a summary:
Roy Orbison may have been the greatest vocalist of the 20th century, as far as popular music goes. A case may be made for Louis Armstrong.
I'm a little homesick. People miss me, but I'm not sure why.
My birthday is next...
Read More

Well, I'm here. In Seattle. Now what to do? The drive from Iowa was very scenic. It would have been enjoyable if not for my transmission blowing up in Montana. I had the dubious honor of being a resident of Missoula for five days. In and of itself, that wasn't horrible, but now all my cash reserves have been obliterated. I'm staying with a good...
Read More

Say what you will about the man, but I am saddened by the death of Steve Irwin. People tell me that his persistent enthusiasm got annoying, but aren't we really jealous of of that happiness he possessed? In the day of over-worked TV spin-offs, greedy cookie cutter reality show contestants and fucking overblown media, we had a man with passion to entertain us. He wore...
Read More

I feel humble whenever I realize how much the Cosmos pays attention to me. It never fails to recognize when I stray from my true path. Then It sneaks up on me, and with a well-placed blow to the stomach, fells me to the ground. The bitter taste of the dirt in my mouth reminds me where I belong. I keep down, crawling along, until...
Read More

I'm finally back up. Blasted technology!

I'm looking at despair as an exercise in creationism. My heart is the endless string of kerchiefs pulled from the magician's pocket. Murphy's Law: The best way to get a date to go home with you may be to not clean your toilet for a month or so. I'll be 72 on my reversed golden birthday. I don't have to lose my job or puke...
Read More

Enough of looking at pretty naked ladies. I'm heading to the bar for a drink. Mahoney's in Cedar Rapids if you're interested. Later.

Pimp Roosters Rock!!