Kittysafe

The difference between the '60s and today, it's not the counter-culture in the streets, it's the culture, and they're not asking for free love, they're asking for jobs. And this time will be different because the GOP can't turn the union hard hats against the hippies, because the hard hats are right there with 'em, they demanded change in the '60s, for once we might just have ourselves a fair fight.

Don't fall in love with your sorrow.

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There is nothing so mysterious and compelling to man than the bosom of a woman.  Breasts are the crop circles of God.

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Find what people take for granted and give it a mantle. Find what people overlook and put it on a pedestal. Find what's neglected and give it love.  Find the flaw and call it a masterpiece.  Keep searching, keep finding, attachment to what is acceptable to you is death. Reject the acceptable, look for the incomprehensible.

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Every commercial airplane is the Titanic. We all know they can crash but there's not enough parachutes on board for everyone. The world just doesn't understand preventative measures, never has. Relief wells for oil drilling, we're taught the most ridiculous safety measures as kids, don't run with scissors, wait 30 minutes before swimming, don't ruin your appetite, etc... maybe as adults we should upgrade those at some point, ya think?

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I dress like Paul Reiser on Mad about You or Jerry Seinfeld on Seinfeld, or Larry David on Curb Your Enthusiam... basically, I dress like a Jew.

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I've concluded I no longer care about politics, there's simply ENOUGH people working on that problem, believe me I know. From facebook to rallys, I'd say that topic is well take care of, it's covered. This frees me up to work on my writing and music, and believe me, I need to focus.

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When you're a kid the one thing you hear most from your parents is, "No, you cannot have a cookie, you'll ruin your appetite." But now that I'm an adult I can eat cookies whenever I want. Today, I called my mom for no other reason than to tell her I ruined my appetite... cookies. Yup, ruined it utterly, and there was nothing she could do about it. She grounded me.

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They say only the good die young, so I'm gonna be as bad as possible so I can live forever! Now here's the problem with that, Hitler's dead.

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Nothing will kill you faster than becoming health conscious. You either die of starvation because you can't eat anything anymore, or you die of stress worrying about what you can and cannot eat. Life's short, ENJOY IT.

I am a believer in woman as a very powerful, amazing force of nature, intelligent, profound, a Muse, a Godess, a miracle, but I am the lucky one, for God blessed me with ears to hear and the desire to listen.

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There are those who will attack you for what you lack, and those who defend you and watch your back, but you must decide for yourself with each living breath, to live proudly for others, or die alone by yourself.

People often mistakenly believe the only way to show someone you care is to get upset, but I find people think less clearly, come to solutions slower when they respond to situations this way... life is a river, it flows forever on without us, once you accept that, you can ride the current, those around you aren't obstacles, but fellow passengers.

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Everything that occurs outside of yourself is an illusion. You are a temple and you reside within. Nothing can disturb that sanctuary unless you let it.

I don't believe that much in advice, it's best to let things show, so I'll just say this once and you can go... become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know.

TV is the wool pulled over our eyes.
TV is the accepted lie.
TV is the status quo,
The less you discover the more you know.
TV is the poor man's therapy.

TV is the moment you accept your life is over,
you've given up, given in,
Too tired to begin again
Catatonic empty stare,
I see what it's done to me.

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Woke up early, eating Vosges Black Salt caramel chocolate, slowly, so slowly, even time seems to stand still.  People often think I always know what to say, but actually, I usually don't have a clue.  I just sit there, exasperated, feeling dumb.  I cheat, I dive into a sound, or an emotion, and I let it write for me.  I should seek therapy, there must be something wrong with me.  But, honestly, that sounds like way too much work, I don't think I could even pursue it. 

So I sit, watch TV, experience slow entropy, seeking inspiration inside of me, in spite of me.  And hope for a door to appear, a door back to me.

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No matter what they tell you, there are things we can never get over, ever. Take care of your choices and your opportunities, appreciate the days you have, for they are numbered, and regret can't undo the past.

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Sometimes I wonder how I'll feel if my father died.  Will I feel anything?  If I don't, does that make me a monster?  He hasn't made an effort, and I have so many times, and it's never been reciprocated.  Is there anything there, any ties that bind us?  Or has a father been replaced by some new construct that I've created?  Can it withstand death itself?  Or will it crumble under the weight of some longing?  For what I feel should have been?  I don't know. 

The deeper the content, the less likely the response.

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(From a dream I had last night)

Teeth and hands clenched, his whole body knuckle white and trembling, he demanded I look away. He drank vodka like water, his entire life shedding like snake's skin, sweat pouring from him like a waterfall, unspooling like time itself in that little doctor's waiting room, and he shouted, "I have a right to exist! To have a place in this Universe!", and it echoed in eternity.

Then I awoke.

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The most important thing we don't invest in... is each other.

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I need to find a way to publish my writing, because no on on facebook reads the stuff i wish people would read, the stuff I am really reaching out with goes unresponded to. I dont think people understand how difficult that is for me to put so much of myself into something and have it get washed back out to sea with the tide of mediocrity. It's like dying a little bit every day. The dissolution, the being forgotten over time, sometimes having a lot to say is good, other times, it's pain.

'Twas the Night Before War (A Parody)

by Jonathan Berman

Dedicated to all those who fight for those who cannot fight for themselves

 

Twas the night before War, when all through the nation

Not a free voice was stirring, on any public station

The ammo rounds were hung by the gun rack with care,

In hopes that Jesus soon would be there.

The nukes were nestled all snug in their cilos,

While visions of death danced in the heads of the pyros.

And eyes coldly stared, and Guy Fawkes mask

Had just settled down for a freedom bash.

 

When out on Wallstreet there arose such a clatter,

I turned on American Idol cos I didn't care what was the matter.

Away from the window I flew to the couch,

Grabbed the remote, and sat on it, ouch!

 

The moon on the breast of a sagging tattoo

Gave the lustre of mid-day to some real ugly dude.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a horde of police decked out in riotgear.

 

With a little old mace can, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment that cop was a dick.

More rapid than eagles his bullets they flew,

And he whistled, and shouted, and cursed, F.U.!

 

"Now Bachmann, now Romney, now, Paul and Cain!

Oh the hell with it, all politicans are insane!

To the top of the tower, flowing free with cocaine,

To the depths of the sewer from whence you came.

 

As coagulated plastic  before the dead seas rise

When they meet the shoreline, and discolor the skies

So up to the Capital building, with banners and signs

The People's Microphone kept perfect time.

 

And then, in a twinkling twilight of DC

The prancing and pawing of accountability

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Crashing the system, tumbling down.

 

Obama spoke phrases of what we want to hear

The poet laureate of presidents grinning ear to ear

A bundle of hope and change and a perfect campaign

With the governing power of a puppet on stage.

 

His words were as welcome as Winnie the Pooh

To the meak and downtrodden, desperate for truth

His act was bought and paid for, in well-meaninged glamour

But his actions or lack thereof struck like a hammer

 

The space that he left in the void of pitch

Where he'd given in to all of the demands of the rich

And he waved so contented in this land of the free

Where people are arrested for expressing liberty

 

The people stood tall like an awakening giant

That once was a hill took on proportions dark and defiant

The children of man have come to reclaim

The birth place of freedom so that it could be once again.

 

We've lived long in silence, we've grown atrophied in spirit

Distracted and dumbed down broken and blindness inherit

And open palm to the sky we grab hold of our rights

Never to forget or lose sight.

 

The night in bloom, the sun in tatters

We finally know what really matters

And we'll take this country back I swear

Our liberty never to disappear.

They say don't let the bed bugs bite, which raises a few questions in my mind... such as, can you say"NO!" firmly to a bed bug? And what if we're the bed bugs and beds are growing mouths to eat us? Remember, when you look under the bed, the bed looks under you.

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I don't drink coffee that often, but this morning I decided to bust out the Bialatti espresso maker I won last year,
make a double shot of Lavazza, toss in a tablespoon of Ghiradelli hot cocoa powder, some milk, few drops of
vanilla, and dash of salt... amazing little homemade mocha in the making, I think used the Bialatti to make foamed
milk... great little item was real happy to win it, though new it's only like $25, still, people spend hundreds
on espresso makers. Anyway, just thought I'd share my lil recipe.

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Teeth and hands clenched, his whole body knuckle white and trembling, he demanded I look away. He drank vodka like water, his entire life shedding like snake's skin, sweat pouring from him like a waterfall, unspooling like time itself in that little doctor's waiting room, and he shouted, "I have a right to exist! To have a place in this Universe!", and it echoed in eternity.

Then I awoke.

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Sometimes it's not a right answer but a friendly one we really need.

The corporate elite sell us a view of the world, they reinforce it as the status quo, and most are willing to pay for it because the cage is what we've known all our lives, it's become... not comfortable, but familiar... like the first time I did ear candeling, I couldn't believe how well I could hear, it's as if I had been deaf before... or when you truly experience nature, without the mental barriers and thought protections and fears in the way, it's as if you never saw nature before... we are in cages, we simply forgot what the bars look like.

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Lets talk reality for a second.  1.  Our senses are greatly limited, all of our senses.  But what most people don't realize is that you can use your senses in conjunction with each other like blending colors create new colors, blending senses create new senses... and this broadens the knowable universe further.  Even so, we must understand, that there is more of the universe we don't see, than that we do.  The moment we see each other in this light, the more appreciation we might for each other's existance.

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If hindsight is 20/20 only the dead understand life, an the limitations of our senses are the very nature of the dead. Listen to the silence, the empty spaces, the backdrop of all sounds, and you will hear it, not with your ears, but with your whole body.