Why drink from a cup
which was not offered to you?
You only see WAR!

are you a scorpio, mi' lady?

Where's the irony?
Is honesty ironic?
I am a midget

(but brave enough to admit it)

if you are speaking
the truth, I will drink
the cup, angel, for you

i want you to be
ok, kiddo...
but I can't see you on the other end

Lee, I took the cup
Which you gave me and I am
just waiting, to end the soap

I am certainly someone
who gets in a tither
over what goes on here!

incriminating
proof - res ipsa loquitor!
the ghastly suspect

I am rural
why do people
digress to "street" level here?

it takes time for
the distraught to, digest
ideas from a chaos mind

my soul is weary
my mind confused and flighty
I reach for your hand

shut the fuck up for a minute

frying pans and pots
of wars and terrorism
wonder what it is?

(whoa! can't write about lizards and
shits and this site is filled with
war, we are at war, the whole world is
at war...booool...s--t!

tilts head curiously...

what is a midget mind?
is it a metaphor of ironic humility?

the long faces in
social contact dealt with the critic
in zen silence

three more stupid shits
use this room for their e-mail,
publicated crap!
-indiana julie

Two sides to every
person, one is the light
the other is the shadow...

in denial, we are "superior" and the other is, "insane"

In my midget mind
two people in lee but who
did i talk with last?

(tsk tsk tsk...heavy schitzo stuff,
personality splitting)

rumor-nations

hi-jackers unknown
with stolen identities
conspicuousness.

wounded knee hap'ning
so deserved? both undeserved!
both what was, what is.

I would be more happy
if you were you, Jewel,
and kept writing to shine light

on my darkness

it used to be live and let die
now it is live and let live
live simply so others may get good natural food

Will you be happy
If there were one less person?
Though it's a midget?

(I'll be glad to give...to buy peace...)

drama is a distraction
it is backsliding, causing me
to slip, back into

log man status

(logs in reference to the spec guy and the mote guy)

art bell - being a
woosie for bushie! Hear your
hypocrasy, guy!?

ReVeNge is WANTED
by you?!?! What was the attack
on New York but THAT!???!

Either this is fun
or this is not fun
tea, or no tea...

something about
logs in eyes, I saw
that last night and prayed on it

but I could not resist pizza

from ugliness to
beauty, tragedy to hope
from hence butterflies

revenge to revenge-
on and on. You like it all?
what's wrong with revenge?:

it blinds you to the
real source. you blame anyone
before proving truth

I am honest too
yes, the curse of Sisyphus
has afflicted you

(common, bash me again, is that all
the fight you can give me? Gee, Im hurt)

my style is Nietzcheian
without direction, cause for
terror, for alarm...

just a reaction, I want to do better as Scorpios do

what would be cool would
be if John Travolta showed up
to a Dennys and...oh he did

secret cells are blind
to who gives them direction
and blame the headless

we accused Laden
before there was any proof,
not looking for proof.

because we would find
that wasn't pearl harbor but
September Surprise!

and when we find out
we did it to ourselves we'll
take it lieing down.
--woosies for bushie

I am a sinner
I did not hit you
I attacked pizza

haikus for midgets
about lizards, shit or what
others get away

(but not I)

I offer a gift
simple, real and sincere
he bashes my head

I am too honest
I have a child side all too eager to fight
and a samurai wondering...

Is she allright?

Well, I was often
set in a fighting place, others
came to believe I was a fool

such is the law of power, such is either you are a full fledged nazi butcher or Jesus Christ himself, none between

with terror he chased
the prophet from town, stoned
she ran and he screamed...

"come back, I'm sorry!"

with his hands covered in blood

well, it's often the
mind at war with others is
in the cocoon trying to break free

frightening as that is...

what war shall prevail
if one loses a heartbeat
conquer that within

simple mind have I
still you had to read me wrong
I really don't care

(anyway, thanks for the poison I'm
drinking now...bye!)

you just want to fight
no reason, no logic
Why mind a midget?

(go fight with the giants, or don't you
have marbles too to fight them?)

For the love of goats
Why expect midgets to think?
I just count and write

(shoo! buz off lee or whoever you are!)

envious general
finds pleasure in war, to him
no undisturbed state

jewel of my heart
you lost your marbles too soon
find them in the weeds

a perfect apetite personally?
amourous penguins always perky?
algorythmic pot roasts, analytic potatoes

oink oink and associated pizzas
I'll have ham and mushroom
and a cup of coffee