Moving on...

to a new blog. Just tab to domesuchikku in my profile.

fuck

I slept through my psych exam last night. Good thing I get to average one out at the end of the semester. I hate when I do shit like this. Also forgot to pay my phone bill I have to run up to the mall at 10 and do that. 

Aside from those mis-steps everything is great right now. I'm working on a great project for my education course where I'll be examining conflict resolution and how it relates to the Evolution v. IDiocy debate. Clearly, I am biased. My partner for the project has been a conlfict resolution counselor for years though so score one for research. 

I'm out cycling for a few hours while we have this weather before the next few days of Tarterian hell. Summer come quickly.

hymie's basement

Somebody told me when the bomb hits
everybody in a 2-mile radius will be instantly sublimated,
but if you lay face down on the ground for some time,
avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive,
permantly fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted
but if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do when the air that was once you
is mingled and mashed with the kicked-up molecules of the enemy's former body
big-kid-tested, motherfucker approved.

pt. 2

and all i'm asking of you, not much,  is to show me

two living breathing reproducing pieces of machinery

then i'll see god and concede that he is more than me

but until that time i will be a fount of blasphemy

pt.1

i don't need no bullshit-non-profit-self-aggrandizing aggregate

get lost with your whitewash blues cos' i can't handle it

with self pity aside and moot factors not considerate

i'm feeling pretty good, lining up afore-lit candlesticks

Neglect

I have been down right awful about keeping up my writing. 

I'll get to writing here again soon, but for now my favorite lyrics of all time.

Listening for the hoofs of the rescue party

Waiting for some ghost pony to glide into Berkely

With an old fish bowl for a tear-trap strapped to its ghost saddle

And it moves slow like an exercise bike on an airport walkway

Something that wouldn't smell like ground ants or glossy magazine cologne

But a wet street after light, late summer rain

A wooden match just lit

Or something new in the green subject of a landscape painting

Or something new in the foreground in a poster of some Asian mountains

that says "PATIENCE" in a funky italics

In line to vote!

Got up at 4:15 to get here by 4:30, and to my surprise I was the first one in line.