When I hear Mark McGrath I think of her coming back to her seat, sitting next to me.

She was so beautiful under that high sky, the starry November night in Hollywood.

I was in heaven, holding her hand and strolling.

Great Moments In 21st Century Television

"Okay, here's a little bedroom tip. Put a bag of popcorn in the microwave beforehand. That way when you're done, you have a treat."

Oh Liz Lemon.

Why hasn't anyone blown up the Westboro Baptist Church?

Oh that's right... We're the sane, tolerant ones.

ARG! (frustrated fist gesture)

It's been seven years and Jesus Camp is still one of the most depressing documentaries I've ever seen.

Ayaan Hirsi Ali: smart person.

Great Moments In 21st Century Punctuation

A sign at a gas station reads, "Supreme Nacho's!"

Also, there is another gas station here that's called "FREEDOM".

Needless to say, I will be leaving next month.

Great Moments In 20th Century Literature

"For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love." - Carl Sagan

Great Moments In 21st Century Television

"And so, like many people who no longer felt anything for each other, they decided to get married."

Surviving a lonely rainstorm.

Arg... Guess I'm even dumber sober.

I know the meaning of "hopeless romantic".

lonely and... anxious.

I remember
the fortress of her body.
Warm bronze in the dark, the coolest heat to touch,
with the ocean sheet upon us calling me to cross the borders
and penetrate all of her with all of me.

I never felt freer then when I was moving with and into her.

I wish I could send her one of the kind of texts we used to. I miss letting her know what I'd do to her when she loved (or seemed to) the things I did to her. I miss making her legs shake, I miss making her anticipate, I miss fulfilling. I miss knowing that what she said to me after that first day we made love was true.

I need some connection.

---

I need a blow job.

tapping at dead leaves, but still singing songs

I was laying in the newborn grass, the short green grass still scattered with its brown and yellow departed ancestors. The warm sun, the long stranger, whispered with the warmth that he was glad to be back. Georgia was coloring with sidewalk chalk no more than three feet away. My eyes were closed.
I opened them when I sat up. I started tapping at dead leaves with a long skinny stick while singing, "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" by Whitney Houston.
Georgia asked, "Is that a girl supposta be singing that song?"
I said, "Yeah."
Georgia laughed.

Great Moments In 21st Century History

Great. Now we have 3-D printers capable of making guns.

Here's a clip of a conversation that I'm sure will be happening somewhere in the next twenty years:

Son (shouting from the kitchen): "Hey dad, where's your gun? I gotta go kill this kid that looked at me funny."

Dad (shouting from the living room): "It's a- it should be in the second drawer there."

Son: "No I checked. That's just your porn."

Dad: "Ah hell, I don't know son. Just print off a new one for God's sakes!"

End Scene

The Great Divide by Leonard Cohen

"I never liked the way you loved
So devious, so dated
But still I fasted like a monk
And prayed to see you naked

I'd see you hurting everyone
A government of suffering
I'd tell myself 'Thy Will Be Done
My will it counts for nothing'

I drank a lot I lost my job
I lived like nothing mattered
And you, you never came across
You never even answered

It was a blind and broken time
And kindness was forbidden
I guess I tried to hitch a ride
From acid to religion

But every guiding light was gone
And every good direction
The book of love I read was wrong
It had a happy ending

But when the system had been shocked
Beyond all recognition
The simple things that I'd forgot
Resumed their sweet position

I thought I saw you with a child
I thought I heard you weeping
And all the garden round you wild
And safely in your keeping

I don't recall what happened next
I kept you at a distance
But tangled in the knot of sex
My punishment was lifted

Your remedies beneath my hand
Your fingers in my hair
The kisses on our lips began
That ended everywhere

And when I gathered up to leave
You drew me to your side
To be as Adam was to Eve
Before the Great Divide"

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And that's only half the poem.

Last-ditch effort.

I think my brain just realized that my body is done.

It's strange that when my body is facing death my only hope is that I can speak to her again.

One time we were lying in bed and listening to Paul Simon's "Run That Body Down". She said, "This is a pretty song."

I wonder if she even likes me anymore. Probably not.

I had a genuine out-of-body experience... I saw myself helping my daughter (or my step-daughter) with her homework, while I was lying on the floor helping a boy with his.

I think I felt for a minute what it would be like to have a kid and to help them with their homework... Amazing.

Anyway, I wish S and I were still friends because she was awesome to talk to... haven't had that in a while.