Ron Paul

What I See, is Conservatives trying to apeal to the Liberal mass and Liberals triumphing. The national assosiation for the Republican party and for the Democratic party now practically almost rig the elections. George Washington warned us against forming partys, but despite the intent of a wiser man, they were formed during his Presidency. The question is, when there is so much money in one place, how could you stand against a force that demands for you to stand with it? An independant, sadly, may never be elected president- despite the fact that they may be the best choice for the job. When that job is serving the country as the President of the United States of America?- A lot is at stake.

Drawings

The Decay of The Lover

The decay of the lovers. a phrase i think every time two googly eyed undetatchable sublunary lovers walk into my work at burgerking. why here? of all places, why here? burgerking isn't romantic. burgerking isn't like the night in the rain, or the snow. all in scarves and woollen mittens they are removing themselves from something beautiful: to eat. to gorge themselves. its disgusting. but yes my friends- even lovers need to eat. their short life span is only temporarily lengthened by the food we can only just call *poor* sustenance. the commercialised slut of a burger- with its grease and fat, in all its infamous glory- should not be the food of something so beautiful, so tender, as the foolish lover.

the beauty and the beast

pretty in pornography: Levi the poet

Pretty in Pornography-by Levi the poet
When she finds the magazines underneath her husband's side of the bed,
she'll stand naked in front of the mirror for hours (... well what did you expect?)
"Bang dumb blondes, sexy singles and busty brunettes..."
I must not be as beautiful as the advertising says...
Miss, I saw your poster recently...
I read your ad in one of Playboy's latest magazines, actually...I've fed every need that I believed photography could feed me
If you can believe me... I hate it.
You are worth so much more than my brief moment of orgasmwhen I allow my mind to deceive me.I'd like to be an open book and it's hard to admit how I take advantage of the desires God gave me...But I don't want to sugarcoat this - I feel hopeless, trapped in brokenness -
like I lost before I ever started racing... and I know as well as anybody, this is a difficult topic to be facing,and a difficult confession for me to be makingbut I'm stating that when God started the molding, shaping and creating - you were not designed to be the objects that men look at while masturbating.Baby, never forget that you were made for relating and I'm sick of failing
to realize exactly what it is that I'm saying...I apologize.It was never my intent to ruin lives, compromise, or feed these eyessomething other than what was designed.I apologize.It was never my desire to downsize or objectify the beauty God designedto be wrapped tight until its proper time...Sometimes, though... I feed my indecency....
Kind of slide that magazine across the counter and do it quietly:
shy my face away so that no one else can see...
"Will that be all for you today, sir?""Yes ma'am, I'd like to pay to become the opposite of what I want to be."I wish I'd have waited, dedicated to seethe experience God had planned for me from the beginning.
I am not patient enough to not give in
to every sin forbidden to the hearts of men... Since when am I patient enough to not give in?I just apologized five minutes ago!God! come on! what's going on? I'm sick of this!SOMEBODY PUT SOME CLOTHES ON - YOU'RE BETTER THAN THIS!God's most beautiful creation and
I'm sitting here euphoric like I have the right to destroy itjust cause I don't have enough dedication to build a relationship with the one who can free me, so I resort to suffocation of my very foundationswhile claiming that I'm striving to meet the expectations of purity?Jesus keep reassuring me,I'm yearning to be the entity that you desire me to beJesus keep reassuring her,the one in the centerfold, the picture I'll remember until I grow oldShe is human; she is human,she is bought and sold to a million empty souls feeling so hopelessthat they'll try anything to fill the hole.I apologize.Please believe it's true.
I never meant to hurt you.

take heart, before its broken. its worth it.

the blur of emotions, the torrent of colors and fire, the base of pain it brings you closer and closer, TO ROCKS, sharp rocks. fly with me, ill take your soul, fall with me, ill make you whole- trust me, hurt you, hurt me, again, again.. again again. we dance, we fly, we twirl, we cry, we know that one day we'll be rescued and we hope even though were doing everything wrong he'll take us anyway. hell take us anyway. take heart, before its broken. its worth it. take heart, before its stolen. its worth it. look at the stars, he that made them, he she, her him.. he can throw you away like a broken peice of clay that no one would look at. it couldve been a masterpiece, but the clay didnt have the patience. so now, its more broken than when it started. cast into the fire because it wasnt good enough. because when the mason took it up and knew it wasnt good enough, he took it with him, just so it could lie desolate in the fireplace, with the ash. the ash. ash. embers. coal. wood fire. souls dancing. flames licking. wet kisses. worth nothing. WHY DID HE PICK UP THE CLAY WHEN HE KNEW HE WOULDNT USE IT? so we break it, we break us. we are so broken. because, we dont want to be anything
else
at all
lost and so confused
wheres the help?
fly away, fall away, till were dashed on the rocks. lets just sit on the rocks and have a picnic instead. that way we wont have as far to fall and it wont hurt if we do.

10/6

What if what I say, and do, doesn’t make any sense? WELL, OF COURSE IT MAKES SENSE TO ME, but that doesn’t mean it does to you. I imagine I wouldn’t be quite as silly as the mad hatter. Seeing as I'm not as witty as the character in a book who knows exactly what to say in response to everything, because in reality he is carrying on the conversation with his own self, who has in reality been the author the entire time. In fact, I think my prattling would be more boring than silly if the reader isn’t able to relate. There is a very dangerous line, which I have seen others cross, differentiating a clever banter from a dull monologue. Can I be understood, or am I talking to myself?