#causes
I make low inflammation choices.
At the dinner table and at the snack bar, I keep my back straight when I’m driving in cars. I stop drinking after a couple glasses of wine, I rarely breach my usual bed time.
Inflammation is waiting for me to leave my path, an ache in my guts, a pain in my ***
Growing old takes a well laid plan. We are not gods, we are merely humans!
Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 7:51 AM UTC
planning
The other day Anna created a Pinterest board of wedding ideas (Cheesy, she knows). “It’s time to hop on the bandwagon,” she said. She insists every other girl she’s aware of - except her weird Yale roommates - has one.
We think her girls back home (in Oregon) - who didn’t go to college, are matching up with the Larrys and Gregs who stayed home to become auto mechanics and carpenters - and are now serially getting married. This trend seems to be exerting an odd, psychological pressure on Anna.
“You may be jumping the gun,” Sophie observes.
Anna’s never even had a long-term boyfriend before, but she wishes she had one now. A part time BF anyway, because who has time for more? Anna is self-proclaimed awkward with guys, especially cute ones.
She created a tinder account and uses it to see how many matches she can get - but she refuses to meet any guys there because she says she’s not “desperate.” She thinks everything about tinder screams awkward, unless people are just hooking up there - and that idea, in her mind, is absolutely disgusting.
saving the planet
Late last Friday night, a graduate friend of Peter’s threw a party at his house - far from campus. The house was packed with people and the music was thumping, the crowded rooms jumping - practically ******* - in time to a Sacramento horror punk band called “The cramps" that was playing on loop.
I made it through the living room mob to the kitchen, which was oddly empty and well lit. There was a disheveled girl gripping the island bar with one hand, like we’re on a rocking ship, while trying to light a cigarette with the other. I gently wangled the lighter from her - so she didn’t set her hair on fire - and gave her a light.
Afterwards, I slipped the lighter into her skirt pocket, and noticed half the island had coke spilled all over it. “I gave it a drink,” she said, slurring and wavering on her feet, “it looked thirsty.”
That’s when I noticed her now-empty *** and coke cup next to a soaking wet little cactus plant, two ice cubes now lodged in its dirt. I reassured her as I helped her onto a chair, “you were saving the planet.”
Jan 30, 2023
Jan 30, 2023 at 3:42 PM UTC
The heavens were mad,
So the clouds thickened and rained,
Tearing on the earth.
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 7:00 AM UTC
On the benches where grandpas watch strollers at
re-musement parks, where the oldays
come alive, conversations take on an old Wednesday
at the barber shop atmosphere,
circa Happy Days, right after ...
There could be sumthin' t'them stories,
the ones the good guys win,
some how
the
good guys win, not in the appliance business,
but
markets saturate, you know, need a gimmick,
need a hook,
eh, the c'mon, try-days, when umph was push,
come to shove and tear and take,
the puppy dog close...
what should only be given, fool.
is nothing sacred? Sweet persuasion
**** From a fifties Tom Hanks recollection of commonalities,
awe, look, Ken Burn's still of all
I think I saw now
that
I remember, I was near there, maybe a hundred miles away.
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 5:28 PM UTC
Do ,do ,do
The baby says "Do"
The cats do, they do
The dogs bark do
The wolves howl do
The lions roar do
The play means do
The all creatures do
The God advices "do"
You must also do
Don't ever stop it
Do not say "that is bad
Comes ever with my luck"
You may do your luck
You do your chance
Look to the baby look!
When he tries to walk
He fails times so that
One feel that he can't walk
He may cry from hurt
Or feeling of frustrate
He tries times and times
As seeing the hope in eyes
Of all around as he tries
Do you see the ants?
They may fail for times
Of transport foods to lands
But they try many times
They can't get frustrate
Or can't ever stop that
They do their hard
To get what they want
Do you see that bird?
When he is gotten from egg
And the feather covers him
He tries to fly over spray
He may fail downword
That he might be killed
The viewer said he can't
Till he could do it
Do you see the calf?
After born, he tries to stand
His mother helps with that
Pity appears over her face
He gets happy and a hand
To be power fear all world
By his scream all are dithered
Do your best
Work very hard
See all around
Read all about
New of science
News that causes
You will be in eyes
You may get hard
You may hear worst
You must not stop
When you do your dream
When you get your wants
All point to you
All want to you
To learn them the do
How to be as you
How to advance their know
All will make you
As the star over the all
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 1:32 PM UTC
Love is complicated
Love requires patience
Love requires tolerance
Love require honesty
Love requires sacrifices
Love comes with trials
Love comes unexpectedly
It is involuntary
Love hits us like a ton of brick
It cause us to lose control
It cause us to do strange things
It cause us to constantly be around someone
Constantly think of someone
Love make us understand someone
Love gives us hope
Love give us courage
Love make us happy
Love makes us strong
Love makes us weak
Love makes us confused
Love makes us complete
Love is everything.
We, are created to fall in love.
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 9:48 PM UTC
those killers of innocents
will die in their own blood
not even mistranslated 72 houris
can save them
the misguided fanatics of Paris
who shot happy civilians
with their Kalashnikovs
and then blew themselves up
will have discovered that
by now
to throw terror and death
into people’s daily lives
is an abominable crime
not a heroic deed
those who instigated the massacre
shall be punished accordingly
fake heroes revealed
as ruthless criminals
shall face judgement
in whose light
their great deeds
are shown as what they are
****** ******
yet – far beyond the proper punishment
required after cruel acts
there is the need to look ahead
and face the somewhat inconvenient necessity to
remove the roots of violence veiled as religion
speak up and stand up firm against fanaticized minorities
no matter in whose name the claim to act
bring peace to regions devastated by the dire games of politics
we simply cannot allow
a bunch of ruthless desperados to dominate our lives
* * *
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
Fools blather about the glory of the fight
And don’t hear the mothers crying at night.
The wives of those marauders on the roam
Cry because their husbands can’t come home.
The children of these battle-addicted men
Go away, eyes ashine, never to return again.
And still the moneyed few, urge on toward
Yet those godlings never pick up a sword.
Mandates from government palaces abound
But not as many as the dead on the ground.
People are expendable to the military,
There are no pensions in the cemetery.
It’s all about honor they tell the press.
Leaving someone else to clean the mess.
Fight for liberty and freedom, they say.
They really mean die for them every day.
It’s all about profit and always was.
It’s that and no more noble cause
When a nation not being attacked
Falsely claims they’re striking back.
Then goes on to leave thousands dead
So they can wear a crown upon their head.
If you see no words of shame in this
Then you have found what is amiss.
These people are not motivated by grace.
They have the look of evil upon their face.
They already own most of what is here
But they keep a running tally all year.
As too much is not enough they crave,
Even if that puts us all in our grave.
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 10:06 PM UTC
I am the patron saint of lost eyelashes
of foggy cloudless minds
and faded neon piping
of the Ocean's Retreat
of blown out birthday candles
when the wish-maker
never intended.
I am the patron saint of loose boards
creaking and rattling
skeletons
mere shadows of
past grandeur
and the wind quickens
and the light magnifies
and sensation multiplies
but the numbness maintains its steady and resolute path onwards
into the dark coils of the future.
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 3:55 AM UTC
At every turn
You all blow my mind,
Why is this so?
Are the cloudy shapes a sign?
Where do you all get off
Taking my best wit, my best
Arguments, and flush them
Down the tube like it had
Absolutely nothing it meant?
Besides pushing me off
A balcony when I'm sad,
I may as well have the joy
In knowing that I'm here,
But just a fool who's only mad.
My final moments could be
A painful one, I've lost my
Friends, there is no lover in
My life, this wasted time I
Spend, I'll rather my work
Is never done then find myself
At these horrific bitter ends.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC
Everyone believes in a
different cause.
Your cause could be
women's rights
and mine may be
if ranch is a breakfast food.
So if someone says that they
do not support your cause
do not get angry
because you may not support
theirs.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
My mother always said to get along with people.
I made allies, I worked with people, and I stayed away from
Fights that were not mine.
My allies and I have had fights, but we worked it out.
(WWI and the treaty of Versailles)
It all changed though, when nearly everyone around me
Began to hate each other.
One of the kids I knew, but never played with,
Began to bully the others.
He said he hated Jews.
(Germany/ ******
He was a part of a promise my friends and I made,
Because he was a part of our fight, before.
He broke the promise
And he began to... Collect.... My friends
And take over their lives. They were controlled and
Manipulated and suppressed by him.
(Taking over Rhineland, Poland, etc.)
We decided to leave it alone. We didn't want to
Get involved again. (France/ Britain appeasement)
He promised that he would leave a few kids
Alone, but he lied. He controlled them, too. (Italy and Japan)
He had his friends that helped him,
But I think they were just scared of him
And acted like they were his friends.
When my other friends got involved, I wanted out,
But if they needed my help with some things,
I would help them if they gave me a cookie (cash).
After a while, I started to help my friends more,
But I wasn't really fighting... I did, though, when one
Of the bullies friends (Japan) threw a crayon at me.
It hurt really bad and I got angry.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC