Fugazi on Pandora 2

I don't think it gets much better then hearing MInor Threat sing Steppin' Stone. In my earlier years I would prbably feel the need to throw something or break some glass, but now I just listen. Punk Music something like food that your parents will never understand. Pixies to Nirvana drinking dos equis doing the Gonzo thing and feeling good.
You know what I am considered a yuppy now so I am going to do my best to explain punk rock to someone who would other wise not understand.
Imagine this day- Your alarm clock doesn't go off at the right time, you scramble to get your clothes on, no time for coffee you step outside and step in dog shit, this creates a smell even though you took a shower, driving to work you stop suddenly and a car hits you from behind. You call ahead to work while the police come. Police come and they determine it is your fault, You don't have the money for an attorney so you have to pay, you go to work with the back of your car mashed up. You arrive at work and find the bosses son got the promotion you worked so hard to get, nepatism. Anger rage all the things your God says you shouldn't have inflict you however they are very human which is imperfect. It takes an unlucky person with nothing to understand punk not a real house wife.

Transformation. Thank you to Brian Gullins. Response to Guess speaker of Area 10 church

Transformed definitly but just because you have changed doesn't mean there isn't an action or even a single word that makes you feel contrainted like you're in a jail cell or even makes you cry. When he started talking about abuse I lost it. Maybe it takes a break down to be transformed. That one word abuse shuts me down. I don't want to be in public and I don't want to share my feelings.
My prayers are simple. They are usually help me. I pray for this for the simplest things.
Several days I feel the weight on my shoulders I do my best to get rid of it. I have forgiven( my whatever you want to call them) but I don't think I can sit in the same room as them.
This afternoon I was awaken by thunder. I saw no lightening but the rain washed away the dirt. I saw that this particular sermon was 50 minutes long which I thought was long but I listened to it anyway.
I think it is still sprinkling outside. I feel like walking my mile walk and getting outside this prison cell. The door is always opened.

Separation

Separation

I’ve dropped out

I’ve moved down

But for then

I was split in two

All ears

I could only listen

Occasionally I tired

To make them laugh

Even if I was the fool

2 individuals

Experiencing a low

I tried my best to suggest

It could get worse

It never did

It grew from one conversation

Into a union

Making our family whole

We grew

Standing on a solid rock foundation

That will take the end of the world to break

Until then

Enjoy your grand kids.

The First Time I wanted to Write

The first time I wanted to write , I didn't know how to write, however I knew my alphabet. My families' cat, Muffin, just got ran over by a car. I thought it was my fault, because I didn't shut the screen door fast enough. Muffin ran out to the street. We rushed to the vet, and I was late to school. Muffin ended up being okay but it took awhile.
Later on that evening, my family and I were visiting a neighbor. I always had a notepad. It was there when I started to want to write in a journal. I asked my dad to help me out.
Even then I figured a journal should be private so I gave up on writing untill the seventh grade.

Selfless

She didn't have a vacation until close to eighty.
Before then she fed her love once including
her kids and grand kids before she ate.
then there was the jocky lot in Anderson south Carolina,
she was so excited by the deals
for the most bizarre things, she said, the word
jocky lot in one mouth full without breathing
the jocky lot which was one masssive yardsale
she raised four kids
with about five grand kids
selfless she would given it all
and she did to her love ones
but her first vacation was at the beach
she questioned whether or not the sand would hold her up
when she stepped on the sand she thought it felt like sugar
she spend an extended period of time watching the birds
and collecting the treasures on the beach
even the treasures she didn't keep
she gave them to her neighbors in
the nursing home.
the selfless seek contentment
not with money but the satisfaction of others

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When we were Young

 is released by author Jason Jepson

In this fictionalized memoir, author Jason Jepson writes about growing up in America during the 1990’s. The story opens not long after the Columbine shootings. Jonah, the young protagonist, is himself a bit of an outsider, but his shaved head and off-beat way of dressing belie his true innocence and naiveté.

When we were Young chronicles the life of Jonah from high school through graduation and the summer before he finally starts college. Like a modern day Kerouac, Jonah and his friends spend their days and nights in their small Virginia town drinking cheap coffee in the diner, wandering around looking for something to do and experiencing a few drunken nights and an  occasional sexual encounter with a girl. Later when Jonah moves to the capital and lives in an apartment without heat and becomes a struggling young writer, we can’t help but root for him.

When we were Young is a coming of age story full of typical experiences of middle class American youth in the nineties. Jonah’s story is neither unique nor remarkable, but Jepson’s ability to write it all down with such clarity and candidness makes this a journey worth taking.

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When we were Young

Jason Jepson

Dog Ear Publishing

ISBN: 978-159858-757-9                     176 pages                                                                                                              US

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Quote from Winston Churchill

"We have always found the Irish a bit odd. They refuse to be English."
He said something else (atleast I think it was him) something like he understands when he was young being liberal but as an older man being conservative.
Two people that I love immensely have posted things on facebook against my view on chic-filet. One was that is was freedom of speech, the other one was a pic of Linsey Grahm eating chic-filet.
Do you remember freedom fries? I personally always wanted to go to Paris. People have forgotten about it now.
This quote speeks volumes to me. My thoughts go way back to high school with the whole freak and prep little separation there. What side were you on? I can have a beer with anyone now.
Our right to disagree is AMerican, however when there is no compromise it can be anarchy.
Raised by educators I don't understand why conservatives always want to cut the education budget. I wish someone would explain it to me.
If you are only communicating with people who feel the exact same you do then you are stuck in the mud.
As a moderate I agreed with investing in enviromental savy businesses. MOst didn't work out. Now should we have not invest in the enviroment? No but maybe it shouldn't have been as much.
Obama Care. My fellow mental health consumers would most likely be turned away from an insurance company for pre-exisiting conditions. That is really all I understand about the new health care law.
Bigotry. I think it can have a different definition for everybody.