It has recently become an American fad to complain about "skyrocketing" gas prices. It is true that in the past three years the price of a barrel of oil has increased from $25 to $75 (200%). It is also apparent that although the United States has a very healthy economy, gas prices have limited domestic growth. Are the prices, however, really unfair?
There have been periods in history in which gas was not only expensive, but shortages occurred. There was mandatory rationing of fuel in World War Two so that gas could be readily available for army use. Although this was a nuisance, the effort was controlled by the government, and the results w
It is a beautiful spring day. The chartreuse blades, rows of them, are finally thick enough to roll around on without getting covered in mud. After lunch, I decide to wanter outside and sprawl out on the ground to stare at the cream-puffed silhouettes passing by.
As for Dad, he's perched on the steps wearing baggy ash-colored Champion sweats, His contacts are hidden somewhere, so he is wearing his massive glasses that are reminiscent of those worn by some blue-collar worder from the sixties. He is reading that boring newspaper called The Wall Street Journal. I do not understand why he would waste his time reading a paper with small pring and
Shall we dream of that grassy knoll?
Blue skies and cream clouds,
Doux skin and goth shrouds.
Blank stare into your eyes,
Admiring thy iris' dyes.
Cachéd maw of my soul,
Burns like fires of hot coal.
Isn't inverted egotism grand?
A starving artist stands verboten in a filthy flat.
His behavoir is blank, hidden under drooping irises.
The floor is a landfill, polluted among spilt paint and sweesh liquor.
His paunch is skin, his brain is air, his hair is thorns.
The inspiration is dorment behind incessant chemical knolls.
Pleasure burns against a redwine silhouette like Hades' croning grimace.
Foreign drums laugh at past rocker eves like a French maid pleases the aristo-masochist.
Too poor for paint, too poor for prayer, too poor for light.
Pupils reflect against a blinded retna which shall fail to matter as mendula-obligations travail on like the ubiquitous cycl
Who: At first I thought, "RIRA, definately RIRA." But the media continues to portray Muslim terrorists as the culprits. Pfft...well the propaganda got to me and I think nothing other than that damned al-Qaida.
Why: The G8 Summit. It was probably to shake the legs of the world leaders meeting nearby. It WAS NOT against the English, nor the civilian population. And it definately didn't protest the 2012 Olympic games, although I think the sleeper cells within Britain used the day after the IOC decision to make a larger point.
Retaliation: All of the nations participating in G8 will provide aid to the War Against Terror. But there won't be a la
Today's rants. I've encountered a few rambling thoughts, as I often do in the early morning hours. Such things, they eat away at me for hours. Often I'm toyed around with like a marrionette. Deep and dawning reverie is my new pastime.
1. I've come to the skeptical conclusion that time doesn't exist. Humans are the dynamic minds that created civilization. They build the cities, maintain them, and then tear them down in war. But what does time do? Nothing. Humanity created time to explain the cycle of life. People don't have the moral integrity to admit that their own bodies are committed to die from the moment of birth. The world cannot fatho
For a few dull hours my mind wanders in deadly reverie,
A dull nostalgic whim turns into obsession,
A sadistic joke turns into a sexual fantasy,
A close friend turns into a toy of shallow joy.
Souls are split and spread across the land,
Like chuted seedlings in a windswept valley.
A quioxtic smile droops below a retarded chin,
Like a dead soldier's expression after the battle.
A friend who once laughed to jokes,
Now evades among chemical waves.
Broken, confused, depressed.
It has ended at last.
Before it could even sprout from the moist earth,
Like a sunflower seed swept in a deluge.
Sex.
I think of anime as an art form, like Hellanistic sculpture. Something that should be cherished, but not a central point of life.
However some Japanese businessmen unleashed infamous "hentai" upon the world's populous. This plague has gained speed with the high-speed broadband connection. Horny men now have the ability to look at tens of thousands of large-eyed, blue-haired girls lactate while being deflowered. This makes me worrisome, especially as lactating during intercourse isn't a natural process (as far as I know.)
I am rather liberal and completely understanding the alternative lifestyles. I have a lesbian relative as well as a
USA Tisn't A Coverting Hub by Le-Soldat, literature
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USA Tisn't A Coverting Hub
I've seen (and call me blind) a rise in Christian pressure. There are groups that actually have the motive to "christianify" the US. They are attempting to spread the Jesus joy into the Constitution, banning pro-choice initiatives and gay marriage. Even more shocking are their attempts to deliberately introduce Christianity into public institution with bills such as "school prayer periods" and "public faith education." This pisses me off for a whole mess of reasons.
To any conservative Christians reading, the best example I can think of to describe this situation is if you were placed in Iran. As most know, Iran is a strongly-based Muslim na
For that small moment her eyes shone with humility.
An open curiosity upon my existance,
like Cupid's arrow into my beating maw.
Once again flames of blood race among my veins,
giving me an impropdu warmth of joy,
that wakes me from a tundrean reverie.
I've lost my will to destroy.
Eyes have since been thwarted,
from the metallic sheen of life,
as I spiral into an apatheic,
oblivion of drunken mercury.
Running down the gental slope,
and into a foggy social bog,
where a vulgar elevator to,
Hades awaits my company.
Let us drown in brennivin frost.
Current Residence: Branford, Connecticut, USA Favourite style of art: emotive portraits, photojournalism, propaganda Favourite cartoon character: Чеберашка Personal Quote: "I remember when the air was clean and the sex was dirty."
I am a critic now. I promise only goodness, living by the philosophy, "If one doesn't have anything good to say, one shouldn't say anything at all."
I guess this means my favorite's list will explode. Occasionally I might right a movie/book review, but that won't be my mainstay.
<3 to all. :hug:
Geoff.
PS: School starts on Wednesday. WTF like totally ~.~
Okay. I looked at my favorites and realised how many young girl photos there are. I'd just like to state now that I'm not a pervert and that these photos were aquirred for their mood; a mood that guys can't comprehend.
Other than that, I declare myself a DA Lurker. I can't make myself art good enough for posting. Yet I love looking at snapshots of life, political stuff, and modern art. So deal with it.
Much love,
Geoff. :cuddle: