"The ship was sinking---and sinking fast. The captain told the passengers and crew, 'We've got to get the lifeboats in the water right away.'

But the crew said, 'First we have to end capitalist oppression of the working class. Then we'll take care of the lifeboats.'

Then the women said, 'First we want equal pay for equal work. The lifeboats can wait.'
...
The racial minorities said, 'First we need to end racial discrimination. Then seating in the lifeboats will be allotted fairly.'

The captain said, 'These are all important issues, but they won't matter a damn if we don't survive. We've got to lower the lifeboats right away!'

But the religionists said, 'First we need to bring prayer back into the classroom. This is more important than lifeboats.'

Then the pro-life contingent said, 'First we must outlaw abortion. Fetuses have just as much right to be in those lifeboats as anyone else.'

The right-to-choose contingent said, 'First acknowledge our right to abortion, then we'll help with the lifeboats.'

The socialists said, 'First we must redistribute the wealth. Once that's done everyone will work equally hard at lowering the lifeboats.'

The animal-rights activists said, 'First we must end the use of animals in medical experiments. We can't let this be subordinated to lowering the lifeboats.'

Finally the ship sank, and because none of the lifeboats had been lowered, everyone drowned."

--Daniel Quinn

Is it still lucky if you leave a penny out for yourself to find in the morning?

My brother brings out the worst in me.

Me 11:07
I miss you.

Prescot 11:32
Don't do that.

Me 11:39
Eh?

Prescot 11:41
you say crap that makes me all sad and heartwarmed

I miss you too.


You're a sweet guy. I really do miss you.

I've been thinking. I wonder why I don't write when I'm happy, only when I'm sad or confused or in some sort of miserable pathetic state of emotion. I think it's because happiness is a hot air balloon you float on, and who doesn't enjoy the sensation of being weightless? But sadness, anger, etc. is a heavy weight and you have to kick that weight off before you're thrown into the ocean. I kick off my weight by venting.

The Things They Carried

By Tim O'Brien

It's a beautiful book. I love it. It actually makes me physically feel when I read the book. I can feel my stomach turning into knots and my guts aching. You should read it.

I dreamt...

I dreamt that I had a younger sister and we were in our mid 20's. My name was Emily and her name was Jane or Janette. Something like that. Janette met this guy and she became infatuated with him. I didn't like him. They started dating. Then they had sex. The guy didn't seduce Janette, he more of convinced her. She was a virgin and she didn't want to have sex with him but he persuaded her. That was when I realized he was actually Satan. Satan fucked Janette and took her virginity. He fucked her from behind and was rough and she cried. In the morning I went into the room and took Janette in my arms. The sheets were covered in blood and she was covered in blood and she was weak and sore. I felt helpless because I didn't want her to be with Satan, but she was an adult and could make choices for herself, so I just held my little sister and she cried. Satan was becoming angry with me because I didn't want him near my sister and now he was trying to kill me. He would whisper promises of raping and mutilating and torturing me and I was running. Somewhere in this process I realized I was married and prayed to get away from Satan so I could see my husband again. My husband had glasses in my dream. Then Satan hissed something to me while chasing me and trying to club me with a pipe. He told me I was pregnant. At first I denied it because I had never had sex with my husband or anyone, but through out the dream I knew I was pregnant and now I was running not because I was trying to save my life, but because I was trying to save my baby's life.

I forced myself awake.