Sure Could Use A Little Good News Today

I have dream. It is a dream that is threadbare, now; and long in coming, if the day dawns that it finally finds itself realized, in my little time here on this earth.

My dream is a simple one; that we overcome our smallness, and look each other in the eye, and that we say to one another upon the morning of that great day, "Hey, you deserve as much as I do." and that the one who is told answers to the speaker in kind, and give respect. That mankind might one day forever renounce war remains a foolish ideal of mine. I still believe that in a peaceful world, the answers to countless dillemmas; disease, apathy, moral lassitude, are waiting to be found.

My dream is that we will live together in an unselfish world. This is perhaps the hardest part of all; for it is almost impossible for a selfish people to become giving, and morally correct. But my dream is for a better world that starts on the individual level, in which people abandon pointless materialism, and realize everything is temporary, and all that we leave behind us is love.

I do not believe for one instant that Humankind's problems can be solved with violence, with guns and bombs and the other matter of war.

Only the human heart and the human mind, and in that order, can be called upon to settle the problems that plague us. Maybe mine is a crazy dream; but at least I still believe.

We are all in this mess together, like it or not. Go in peace.

Rev.

Bad Liver and a Broken heart.

I just ain't any good any more. My heart has been broken too many times, I am too big a turd head to absorb it and move on. Well, fuck it. I can't move on, I am 40, I got a late start, I've worked my ass off for other motherfuckers too much because was born poor, but I won the lottery, and I know it, because I was born white in the USA, and if anyone was also born white in the USA, get a clue, you have **nothing** to whine about. Black people put up with so much shit I wonder why anybody black will even talk to me.

But aside from all that, I know that I am a useless motherfucker these days. I am just existing; this has to change. I have lost a step or two. I don't even know what I am trying to say, right now. CK, you stupid fucking asshole. You are going to be spending more on alimony than Colvard is on his student loan. But who gives a shit, right? Dope.

I took a lot more out of of St. Patrick's Day that it took out of me.
I think. Around dark time, things waxed sinister, people drank various poisons;
the voices of the penatent gargled from the gutters, but still the sinners quaffed.
Things quckly got out of hand; memory fails.

I do, however vaguely, recollect an almost nude woman playing a tuba,
some old guy trying to pay for whiskey with a book of postage stamps, and a huge Somoan
guy in blue spandex who kept slapping me on the back and calling me Lamar, and other wonders.
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Somewhere around 1:00 a.m. your humble narrator was ejected from somewhere, by someone,
I am almost sure, but the police (I think) allowed
me to go back in and recover my pants. nonplussed, or at least partially plussed,
I carried on somewhere else, I forget just where, with a thick dread hanging over me.
(Insert blackout here)
Fates be praised, though; I awoke back home, don't ask me how, Jeep safely in the driveway, and
several MySpace addresses written in Sharpy on my...er, hand. heh.
Erin go....BLARGH!!
Oh, lordy. Me feels a mite puny.
But this, too, shall pass.