Damn it feels good to be..

http://www.sinfest.net/archive_page.php?comicID=2952

Good morning.

Selfish Autumn: For tsarina_bomba

Sit and watch them, as they fall:
The leaves, now, and the ashes.
Clear your mind, think other thoughts;
Think of family, of home, of help and guidance.
Sit and wait, not anticipating,
Merely watching, they slowly tumble.

A breeze can stir them, make them tremble,
The rustle whispers, resonating.
Wind is sharp, with cold acceptance;
An empty promise, kept or not.
Look before you, see their lashes:
They hold you to this wailing wall.

Falling, for you, can be prevented.
Ashes can paint your face and hands.
Thoughts don't always have to torture.
Guidance comes from tattered strands.
Anticipation can express an idea presented.
Tumbling trips create new creatures.

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This was written for tsarina_bomba, becacuse she wrote This: http://tsarina-bomba.livejournal.com/26296.html

Here's why:

Four years ago, thenowhere started an amazing meme. This year, I decided to mutate and continue it. Write something for me, that encompasses the mood, the emotion, the feeling of Fall. Two necessary components: Fall and Me. A feeling of me, a thought about me, a way you see me, something you want from me. "Just for me. Post it in your journal so everyone else can see it, too. A sentence, a paragraph. Nanofiction. Short story. A scene, dialogue, a picture described, a moment, anything. Long or short. But it's got to be just for me. Tell the world you wrote it for me, even. Mine.

"Then feel free to put this up in your own journal, and I'll reciprocate."

Today I'll be catching up with those who have done, for me.

Coffee Now.

Fall Inside: for kittenspeaks

There is something encouraging about the fall and winter months, don't you think? Some kind of reassurance that comes from watching the leaves change colours and fall from their trees. It's a transition, sure, something to let you know that the world is always changing, but sometimes that's not what matters.

Sometimes, the important thing to remember is that, no matter how often the leaves change their colours, and tumble to the ground, no matter how many times they get stepped on, ground down, and burned... They always come back, again. Fresh, bright, green, and very much alive.

They feed themselves to themselves-- their smell and the coming cold mixed in the air, in the ground, everywhere-- and come out better for it. Isn't that great?

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This was written for kittenspeaks, becacuse she wrote This, for me: http://kittenspeaks.livejournal.com/701725.html

Here's why:

Four years ago, thenowhere started an amazing meme. This year, I decided to mutate and continue it. Write something for me, that encompasses the mood, the emotion, the feeling of Fall. Two necessary components: Fall and Me. A feeling of me, a thought about me, a way you see me, something you want from me. "Just for me. Post it in your journal so everyone else can see it, too. A sentence, a paragraph. Nanofiction. Short story. A scene, dialogue, a picture described, a moment, anything. Long or short. But it's got to be just for me. Tell the world you wrote it for me, even. Mine.

"Then feel free to put this up in your own journal, and I'll reciprocate."

Autumn's Tender: for thenowhere

She shreds the pieces of her life, one shattered fragment at a time, carefully and slow, taking care and precision to reduce each one to the essence of what it could possibly be.

Potential. At the heart of everything she does, the potential for the spark, the heat, the blaze, that's what really matters, that's why she keeps cutting, digging, driving in, dragging up toward weaker and weaker daylight.

Dry, now, and everything can get so brittle, without the right amount of time, or maybe with it, just enough so that even the wettest sap turns to hard resin, waiting for a flame.

Is it wrong to search for the hear, in everything, when it can consume you and everything you love, when it can tear you to pieces, and cast you on the winds?

Or is it right to seek a light that warms you, which surrounds everyone you care for in a glow, soft and close, to soften the edges and created a seal, where before there were only jagged pieces and distance?

You wonder, sometimes, will the pulsing molten core of you create new meaning, or destroy everything that stands in your way, and as you strike the match and let the clear bright flame dance in your eyes, you wonder why you should ever have to choose.

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This was written for thenowhere, becacuse she wrote This, for me: http://thenowhere.livejournal.com/695700.html

Here's why:

Four years ago, thenowhere started an amazing meme. This year, I decided to mutate and continue it. Write something for me, that encompasses the mood, the emotion, the feeling of Fall. Two necessary components: Fall and Me. A feeling of me, a thought about me, a way you see me, something you want from me. "Just for me. Post it in your journal so everyone else can see it, too. A sentence, a paragraph. Nanofiction. Short story. A scene, dialogue, a picture described, a moment, anything. Long or short. But it's got to be just for me. Tell the world you wrote it for me, even. Mine.

"Then feel free to put this up in your own journal, and I'll reciprocate."

My Question to Joe-Sixpack and Jane Boxofwine:

"It's time that normal Joe Six-pack American is finally represented in the position of vice presidency." - Sarah Palin

"We see America as a force of good in this world. We see an America of exceptionalism." - Sarah Palin

So, taking these two statements, together, what do I hear?

"You're average, and that's not just okay, that's AWESOME! Shit, it's SO awesome, the entire WORLD should be as average as you! Nevermind that I just called you a bunch of drunks who don't care about complexity and nuance!

"Fuck constantly trying to make ourselves better! That takes Effort and hard work, and a will to engage complex issues. What if you don't get 'em, by golly? You'll look stupid, you betcha! Better to never do a dang thing to elevate ourselves and the rest of the world, and tell anyone who does that they're an elitist sonuvabitch! Darn Tootin'!

"So come be Vice President! 'Cause if I can do it, YOU sure as hell can!"

How do people not see this? Am I seeing this wrong? Am I just an angry man, with angry words?

Someone, please, explain this to me.

From mendori

http://www.psychologytoday.com/articles/index.php?term=20080225-000003

http://blogs.psychologytoday.com/blog/brainstorm/200810/of-jock-straps-and-conspiracy-theories

The first one I've seen, before, but the latter is new and pretty bad-ass.

Did you have a good day?

More Selfishness

Post a picture in my comments of what you think describes me when you think about what/who I am.

Give no written explanation though. Just an image.

Copy and paste into your own journal and see what others think about you in pictures!