Klev, Clever. Beverly. Clarely? Clearly.

Surly Murly got a swirly but never sought revenge. Until early one morning he shot barly and juniper from a flask he held hushed to the sun. Gin once again in the hot desert sin, he slugged from his jug of tin. Morein, his kettle unsettled, he heated his metal, and boiled his dagger once more. It laid through the skin of his rivalous friend and he walked with him dead on the floor.

by Brian Gore & Ryan Hochstatter

No Sir

I want what I want because it's what I want

but you just want me to say what you want me to say.

Watch the wheels peel along the road as I go way

of the South, the North, soar, fail, or grow stale.

Figure if I dropped the ball to watch it chased across the street,

what would you think?

Say I said what you expected. Suppose I sung the dirge you need.

Beneath the boxes where we explored constellations we'd never seen was incredible.

What I'd like now is a margarita in a soft glass.

Take me second class, she can have my seat.

What if I got hot feet or a too-hot-to-trot beat

or we all recognized or acknowledged the heart's weak,

and we slugged the sleak slushy drink in the soft glass of concrete.

Staple the sun to the moon. Slow her pace with the weight of his moan.

On bricks, I sat under a jet-setter's home

as he soard through the sward at the back of the swarm.

It was fun-tastic freedom at the nickle arcade.

It was persons, places, things, and cupcakes.

It was chocolate on one side, mesquite on the other.

It was teal and off-color.

It was dirty water and delicate caffeine.

Her is no more than less than There

and in every wash of wester blue

it grew more than more than what i feared

and only I was truth.

A R T

i am art. football is art. planets, art. life is art. ants are art. trees, art. cars, art. bicycles, art. guitars, art. dance is art. dancers, art. pastels, art. watercolors, art. ink wells fallen, art. 

disease, majestic. phenomena, fantastic. speed limits limit. wind, blow! tree, weep! willow, bow! man, cower! 

musicians win, nintendos challenge. television, stumble! 

onward, woe, onward!

cockle, crow. whistle, sparrow, whistle! rooster, crow in distant streets in rows of affordable homes. 

go, students, toward spectacular. bus, flow in routine's current. students, flow, yourselves, as well.

enter presence of mind, self's time. 

among stop signs and street lights, rumble of trucks' might, everything is just right if the sun would just set in the East tonight.

Jibberish on the Radio

All I can right now suggest you do is Google Image "wooden bike" and peruse the Results.

Jesus is who?

what do you say when someone is concerned for your soul? this is what i'll say:

my morals are christian. i will never deny that because that's how i was raised. i will also say that my morals are the same morals as so many hindi, jewish, muslim, buddhist, pagan, atheist, agnostic, taoist, and so on people. this is why i don't consider myself anything more than a human being. i am one in over six billion others, most of whom share the common moral structure that allows our civilization to survive. if people went around killing all the time, our species would end. of course, we do. we will. we fight war, we struggle, we spar, we compare, contrast, catapult our manure of ideological superiority over others as they send their own. but all anybody throws is their prophet. in all the bickering, fighting, waring, dying jesus, buddha, muhammad, the prophets so many hold high up over everyone's heads are thrown around, ragdolled about, used to divide against their teachings. THEIR TEACHINGS. that's what is so often lost when people say you need to BE a [enter religious designation here]. it's foolish in my opinion, so i choose not to take part. i believe, not think, believe that these moral philosophers would agree with my approach to their teachings. despite what the bible, koran (which both stem from the old testament), et cetera SAY in their WORDS, the IDEAS behind the scriptures are what i see, seek, find, and am satisfied only to a point with. but it's the following of WORDS that make, in my opinion, so many christians, muslims, jews, buddhists, and so on fall short of who they claim to follow. as Gandhi said, "i like your christ. i do not like your christians. your christians are nothing like your christ." it's because he understood the sermon on the mount. he understood the philosophy that was taught. he recognized the ideas beyond mere words. i don't consider myself anything. i don't need to try and reassure myself with a title. i will say i am like jesus. i will say i live close to the teachings of these prophets, philosophers, thinkers, challengers of their modern standard. i will not say i am any better or worse than anyone else, and, no one else is any better or worse than me. 

33 & Belmont

The skulls on double-weighted POG slammers is as hardcore as I ever was.

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