Find It In the Comedy Section of Your Local Bookstore...

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Bush has said he is not writing a traditional memoir but an account of key decisions in his life, according to MSNBC.  The word decisions used interchangably with mistakes the whole book through.

According to Crown Publishers, "Decision Points" will offer "gripping, never-before-heard detail" on such historic events as the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks and the 2000 presidential election along with Bush's decision to quit drinking, his relationship with his family and other personal details, they say further.  Although you've got to really ask yourself about the 'quit drinking' part.

A publishing industry source familiar with the book said that Bush had completed a first draft and was editing the manuscript on a computer at his office in Dallas. A former White House speech writer, Chris Michel, is helping with research.

Woah Bush doing research!  He really will need help with that one!  Might have to read this soon-to-be travesty of the English language.
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Chocolate Suicide

Inspired by H's post Death by Chocolate...

I remember the day I committed chocolate suicide. I took one M&M too many; gave a goodbye Hershey kiss unto the world. My coffin was two graham crackers, a smore, with me the marshmallow; the earth surrounding was the chocolate. It killed me now, it covered up the evidence.

It was vain of me to think I’d go to chocolate heaven. Instead I went to chocolate hell, where none exists, and it remains a clever name.

Empty wrappers litter endless brimstone. You see a candy machine ahead, but you will never reach it. You will smell it, you will swear you taste it, but it can never fill you up the way it did before your suicide. Demons have their fill of course, as you lick your cracking lips, so blistered from the heat.

A milkshake would so dearly hit the spot but if you so much dare to think of it, you’ll see a Burger King ahead. And it will become as forever distant as machines, when you were simply hungry.

If I lived again perhaps I’d try some moderation. Losing myself in bitter sweet ecstasy was not the paradise of which I hoped and dreamed.

What hell has been my chocolate suicide!
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Bathtub Surface

The Bathtub’s Surface

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Upon the surface lives another world

A world that I must sink beneath.

Skin cells dance with soapy suds

Loose hairs chime in to do the waltz.

Scabs are named prom king and queen

The toenail DJ plays their song.

I watch it all, a heavyweight

Not floating to the fun above.

In jealously I move to break the party –

It takes mere seconds and they’re back.

My only recourse is the drain

Yet, even then they shout in glee.

There’s no telling where the current takes them

And I guess that’s why I’m so forlorn.

Also, why I almost never take baths.

Bull Moose

Theodore Roosevelt was president of the United States until 1909. When he left office, William Howard Taft was chosen to run and won the presidency for the Republican Party. In 1912, Roosevelt was unhappy with Taft's time in office and put his name forward to become the Republican Party's nominee again. The Party chose to stick with Taft. This angered Roosevelt who walked out of the convention and then formed his own party, the Progressive Party in protest. Hiram Johnson was chosen as his running mate.

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True to Roosevelt's progressive beliefs, the platform of the party called for major reforms including women's suffrage, social welfare assistance for women and children, farm relief, revisions in banking, health insurance in industries, and worker's compensation. The party also wanted an easier method to amend the constitution.

While the Bull Moose Party lost at the national level in 1912, it continued putting candidates on the ballot at the state and local elections. However, these candidates did poorly in 1914. The party did hold a convention in 1916 and nominated Roosevelt to run again. When he refused, the party tried to give the nomination to Charles Evan Hughes which caused the party to be entirely dissolved.

But I say, today, we bring it back! TR knew we needed bank reform, he knew we needed healthcare reform, and he knew the constitution needed to protect those it wasn't protecting!

And that's why I've changed my political views on Facebook to Bull Moose Party.

Certif for my Rif, Dawg!

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Tonight I went to a poetry reading in downtown Marion.  I showed up around an hour late.  In my defense, it had been a rather hectic day.  Had forgotten it was going with all the college things I had to do.  My friend Whitney reminded me with a text though and I got to see the last half-hour or so of it.

I was impressed to say the least.  The hodgepodge of different people there was stark.  There were high school students, college kids, even professors and working class people who took the stage.  That in itself, where so many types of individuals can come together and learn something of each other is a beautiful thing.  It's like the cliche, how the other half lives, with this case being how the other slice lives.

When a professor I had had read from his seat, I recall thinking, how I would have never thought he was a poetry writer.  Economics and political science, which he teaches, seem so far from the subject of English in my mind.

But it only shows that anyone can write poetry, regardless of specialty or profession.

That said, the religious aspect struck me, as more than a couple poems mentioned God.  I wondered if that was just part of small-town life though.

I didn't get the opportunity to read my own Ekphrastic poem; I was too late.  But my professor had read it, and the organizer told me after the show he really enjoyed it.  He even asked me to come to their next meeting.  So that should be really cool.
Want to hold you Mali. So bad.

Twiction: A Heart Felt Thank You

I started my twiction story American Wizard on October 13th, 2009.  Since then there have been 136 tweets telling some aspect of the story.  Six months is a long time to write anything, and as much as I hate saying it, I've grown apart from my tale.

Perhaps I'll catch an idea some day to continue American Wizard, and I hope I do.  But for now, I just don't have the creative endurance to go through with any more. The format is too slow and cumbersome for me at this juncture. But I do not discourage anyone else from trying Twiction.  You should.  It has enormous potential.

Apart from any issue of format, new thoughts have taken me in new directions.  I desire to write something to highlight the struggles in the gay rights movement, for instance.  But I will never forget the characters I created in this span of time, nor the people who supported me in making them.

As I said on Facebook: thanks to everyone who read my twiction, many times or even once. I won't be doing it anymore though. If and when I continues the story, it will be posted here for all to see. Thank to all again, from the bottom of my heart.
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Violence

Violence

(The Great War Soldier)

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Unfeelingly I grasp my hands around his head

I jerk them in a twisting motion –

His neck crackles like a dried up leaf.

That leaf which grew in summer heat

Was born in springtime’s rainy haze

But fell to earth as Autumn waned

To be covered in remorseless cold.

Cold, that I, brought forth to be

As I, the reaper chose his fate

So like Death himself, I am

Detached and feared above all else.

All else is just another phrase to me

I knew, held it, loved it once

Before this life,

Another time.

Time, now turning me to diamond

Where I’ll outlast the years

Beautiful, mysterious

Cold, morose and lifeless.

May he rest in peace.