“You know what they need to do with them blonde-hair, blue-eye devils? They need to kill ‘em right when they drop out they momma ass.” --My joy of a bunkie
I constantly meet people wherein we eventually have the following exchange:
(them) "Oh, you're a Christian, doesn't that make you judgemental?"
“And I survived because I made a point of forgetting . . . I did not count the days or the weeks or the months. Time is an illusion that only makes us pant.
One of those things which incessantly tormented me when I first arrived was the continual feeling of eyes on the back of my head.
“I still feel funny watching movies without my wife and kids . . .”
. . . A child is crying and screaming, dragged by her mother away from the visiting room . . .
candy on my breath
past a weeping violin.
I tore out my smile
and rolled it like a cigarette
He began to smoke
and my guilt subsided
“’I would like to know which is worse – to be raped a hundred times by Negro pirates, to have a buttock cut off, run the gauntlet among Bulgarians, be flogged and hanged in an auto-da-té, be dissected
These are the words which I spoke to the judge just before he sentenced me to six months in prison, a year of probation, and a $1000 fine, in 2003.
Your Honor: I am here before you because I violated a law. In front of Fort Benning Georgia I cut a lock and injured federal property.
"Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing."
- Arundhati Roy
I believe in the looking-glass world, where the first are last and the last are first, where the meek will inherit the earth and those who are despised are honorable. I see power as a mark of Cain and wealth as a potential symbol of a soul already vended.