What I was thinking on March 21, 2005 (the day before my birthday)

 

Money is a fractional product of nothing times nothing divided by zero

The poverty of mediocrity does not task the tongue, enough, to be SILENT

Painful lacerations from one's own flog will always fail to satisfy the self's longing for acceptance

Lips swiftly in motion more often than not serve to cover an individual’s perception of inferiority

Obsessions give credence to anxiety by fueling fear with burning passion for a perceived object or objectified other

We will never have peace in our world or in our lives as long as we continue to surrender ourselves to anxiety and paranoia

Immorality builds upon immorality till an entire civilization re-rationalizes that which was wrong into virtuous behavior. One-day America will be remembered along side Atlantis, Babel, Sodom and Gomorrah, Babylon, and Rome – as places targeted for annihilation

 

When humans lose sight of who they are, they begin to devalue people “deemed” lesser; social evils begin to thrive and become accepted into the common (wealth) fabric of society, as how things are.  The man laying under the doorway at washington mutual passed out drunk—on wine made in a bathtub from cool aid and moonshine—is equal in value to the president of the united states or the prince of a prosperous world bank