After downloading, she may need to download this program to play it: http://sourceforge.net/projects/vlc/files/1.1.0/win32/vlc-1.1.0-win32.exe/download

And I’ve got a working title, finally.

“Inside the human body, everything is dead”

But of course, that could all change on a whim. I’m thinking of publishing the first 50 copies myself, and send them off to a few publishing houses.

I’m basically posting this, because I have nothing else to do ….

- Dennis

It was a nice lunch too.

We get so fucking consumed with being a better person that we never stop and look in the mirror. Improvement for the sake of improvement is vanity for the camera. It’s liposuction for the thin, lip collagen for Angelina Jolie.

Maybe the person we are, is the person we are.
Maybe all we can be, is what we are.
Maybe this is it, and that is that.

But we continue to read “Chicken Soup for the soul: How not to be a douche bag” edition. And don’t get me wrong – we are a jaded, misguided, fucked up, insecure specie.

Ah, insecure. That’s where the self improvement comes in. And I get it. I do. I struggle with it all the time. But you want to know what the Dalai Lama didn’t tell you?

The way to a meaningful life: Find some self worth.

You see, we did forget. 364 days out of the year, we forget. We forget about the soldiers fighting, the families split up, the children growing up without … we forget.

So today … when you watch all these tribute shows … grieve, cry, get angry, remember. Remember that day like It was yesterday. Remember the fear, the terror, the hurt. Remember how it felt to sleep that night, tossing and turning – wondering what the next day held. Would it happen again. Will it ever be OK again.

But tomorrow, and the next day – remember our soldiers, fighting a war that will not and cannot be won.

Aesop said that “We often give our enemies the means for our own destruction”. Look around, friends. Look around us. Look at the state of this country.

Sadly, this isn’t a fairytale.
And we have a long way to go before we even get close to getting NEAR where we used to be. Some of us won’t be around to see it. The darkest days are coming.

But remember.

Remember that we are all apart of this. We are ALL responsible for this. And WE must do something. What that is may differ from person to person. But I know we can do it. We have to.

Or there won’t be anything left to remember.

Cake - “Never There” -
http://www.mtvmusic.com/cake/videos/308547/never_there.jhtml

Queens of the Stone Age – “No One Knows” -
http://www.mtvmusic.com/queens_stone_age/videos/18243/no_one_knows.jhtml

Ben Folds – “Army” -
http://www.mtvmusic.com/folds_ben/videos/225026/army.jhtml

Ben Folds – “Brick” -
http://www.mtvmusic.com/folds_ben/videos/8035/brick.jhtml

The Killers – “Don’t Shoot me Santa” -
http://www.mtvmusic.com/killers_the/videos/197655/don_t_shoot_me_santa.jhtml

Kings of Leon – “I’m on call” -
http://www.mtvmusic.com/kings_of_leon/videos/138379/on_call.jhtml

Hurt - “Rapture” -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v-NLa1K7Dj8

RaTm - “Sleep now in the fire” -
http://www.mtvmusic.com/rage_against_the_machine/videos/206356/sleep_now_in_the_fire.jhtml

Type O Negative – “My girlfriends girlfriend” -
http://www.mtvmusic.com/type_o_negative/videos/307078/my_girlfriend_s_girlfriend.jhtml

Metallica - “Whiskey In The Jar” -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AiF_kCEjuhI

Metallica - “Bleeding me” -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y6fnhRvIZLM

SoaD - “Lonely Day” -
http://www.mtvmusic.com/system_of_a_down/videos/77371/lonely_day.jhtml

SoaD - “BYOB” -
http://www.mtvmusic.com/system_of_a_down/videos/47886/b_y_o_b_.jhtml

Megadeth - “A tout le Monde (Set me free)” -
http://www.mtvmusic.com/megadeth/videos/147457/a_tout_le_monde_set_me_free_.jhtml

hurt within
her grasp

tumble weeds
of endless
need

in her sight

guillotine shouldered
like a purse full
of posey

cuts the strings
when bored,
cuz the hurt within
is in her grasp

pain within
her dance

Everyday seems like this little battle between happiness and sadness. And at one point in my life that really bothered me. I thought maybe there was something wrong with me. That I was broken or something.

But over the years I’ve attained this superpower. No, I don’t have a cape or a mask or anything of that nature. Though, I’m pretty sure I could jump off my roof and fly, if needed.

No, the superpower is perspective. I lacked that I believe for the first 31 years of my life. I just took things for granted. Things were always going to be the same – nothing changes.

And sure, as a human being, I fall sometimes. I lose my mind, my spot, my … you know. You’ve been there before.

Anyways …. So last night I stomped my caveman ass to the Oak, where I’ve spent endless hours bothering the finest folks of Decatur. I mean, I’ve lived here for close to eight years. EIGHT YEARS.

And inside that bar, I’ve met the nicest people outside of my home. Why is it that we never tell those people that we are thankful for what they bring into our lives?

It is easier to sulk, to worry, to cry. So much more goes into happiness – but it’s rewarding when it happens.

There is this line, in a movie, that I have stuck in my head on most days:

“I’ve tried living down in the valley again, really tried this time. Walked up and down it looking for one open face, but most people I’ve meet hardly seem like human beings to me anymore.”

But I’ve digressed from what I really want to say. The jist of this (and, if you are still reading .. you must be really bored.) is simple:

It all started with a rock and ended with a ride in a Corvette.

Maybe it is just a rock – but some would say it’s just a home. Some would say it’s just a song, some would say it’s just some words.

But something may in fact be everything.

I am probably one of few, but just as well. I see it on the news all the time, things are just going away. Well,the good things anyway.

I woke up this morning with a riddle in my head that I can’t remember, yet it’s stuck in my conscious none the less.

Need I say more?

Factory life, dead end streets, world hunger and health care. But my Tigers won last night.

Some things may in fact be everything.

As I sit hear now jotting down the things that pop in my head, I hear the sound of a dog slurping up some water, and drownding the floor, no doubt.

I hear the sound of “You’ve got mail” and thankfully its not the movie – but a note, from a friend, busting my balls, as he does, every day, as if it were my heart, beating, everyday.

In fact, everything is something, to someone.

Wind whisper something outside – something i can’t understand, but the tree in the front bows to it, welcomes it into itself, soaks it in to the branches that hold the leaves that hold our lives, that gives us air from which to breath.

And it all started with this rock. This rock, from home, that some friends of mine gave to me. It’s just a rock I said to myself as I walked into the living room.

It’s just a rock.

So next time you think that something is trivial, that saying “Thank you” isn’t appreciated, or “I love you” is corny to a friend, remember one thing, friends:

Something may in fact be everything.

I’m all over the place,
looking down on you,
layed my head on a landmine
now all i do is sleep.