"spray paint art.wmv" on Google Video
Spray paint artist from Portorož, Slovenia doing sci-fi paintings in less then 10 min. You can find more about artist and his art on www.sprej.com Amazing stuff - would love to see this live some time.

Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.

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People have to talk about something just to keep their voice boxes in working order so they'll have good voice boxes in case there's ever anything really meaningful to say.

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The universe is a big place, perhaps the biggest.

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What should young people do with their lives today? Many things, obviously. But the most daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured.

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Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?

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All of the above quotes come from Kurt Vonnegut

Current Mood: quixotic

I've seen you cry - some
for the right reasons - some
for the wrong.
Crash, gunshot, memories
of a hospital
room so far away crying...
don't cry.
She'll be okay, hold me tight
dear -
you slept on the pavement and waited for
the god
that never came
sometimes I confuse your hurt with
mine I am so
close
to understand
I see. I feel...
I understand
tears falling from the helicopter
as your neighbor dies.

Current Location: mamba
Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: Is anybody out there? - Pink Floyd

"triplets"

i went to satan's house.
his mailbox was painted black.
a fleet of bonecrushers
was parked in his driveway.
the thorns on his rosebushes
were longer than shivs.
and sixty-six roosters scratched
in his front yard, their spurs
smoldering like cheap cigars.

i went to satan's house.
it was supposed to be an amway party.
i wanted a set of those
hard-as-hell steak knives.
the ones that can't tell the difference
between mama's sponge cake
and a block of rock cocaine.

i went to satan's house.
i felt a little out of place.
but satan's twin daughters soon put me at ease.
they tried on funny hats for me,
showed me jewels,
danced around my chair.
they read my fortune
in a bowl of ashes,
let me pet their dobermans,
and watch while they rinsed out their pink underthings.

i stopped by satan's house.
i just happened to be in the neighborhood.
satan came downstairs in a raiders jacket.
his aura was like burnt rubber,
but his grin could paint a sunrise
on a coal shed wall.
"i see you've met desire
and fulfillment," he said,
polishing his monocle with
a blood-flecked rag.
"regret is in the kitchen making coffee."

tom robbins

Tags: poetry, tom robbins
Current Location: mamba
Current Mood: amused

Hmm...

So this is LJ? I've heard a lot about it from various sources, and actually stumbled across it tonight, while going through the google analytics for a site I host. On a site that generates virtually no traffic there was a referral from http://bobkitt3n.livejournal.com/ so I thought I'd check it out.

And here I am.

I've been looking for some place to be publicly anonymous :) Remember boys and girls anything you post in public is just that, security by obscurity is weak at best.

I have quotes, a good sized collection of them, and here is as good a place as any to start sharing them. Sharing with whom you may inquire? I don't really know, and I don't really care, mostly putting them someplace that will still be here, when my next hard drive crashes, my home burns to the ground, and my cd's get melted in the sun.