life or something like it

Speed killed my Momma
Alcohol my Dad
My uncle raped me when I was 9
Someday I am going to be President
This is America
and everybody is allowed

Michelle, age 11


I don't work as well as I used to
some parts only have memories
a young friend in his 50's
says he is going to get me
a hooker when I turn 100
ah, the enthusiasm of youth

Carlow, age 95


Thie kids are all grown
with kids of their own
all moved away
My husband passed away
suddenly last year
I thank God he planned for the future
I grieved as long as I needed to
now it is my time
that handsome yound stud of 60
sure cuts a mean rug
his karaoke is pretty good too
wonder what else he can do

Marge, age 72


21 and drunk as hell
in the middle of the desert
just my last 6 pack and me
my 45 will see to that

Jim, age 21

here and there

Once upon a time there were two great lands. One was called Here and the other There. The people from Here and the people from There didn't know the other because between here and there was Nowhere. That isn't to say that there weren't speculation in the land of Here that someplace else exists and same to be said in the land of There. And, there was mythology about the lands past Nowhere, but no one in the land of Here or There believed in mythology, and there was the great expanse of Nowhere just outside Here and There.

human ownership

I saw a person walk across my path, a worker at the company next door. It immediately struck me that he was a worker, following orders, not the owner of those idea. I believe the walk of a man who owns his ideas is a man who owns himself, and it shows in his walk, his carriage and his demeanor.

the land of weew

Once there was a land called weew, where every body spoke weew, that was the only sound anyone had ever heard. There was an occasional weew weew, and every once in a while a weew weew weew, but not very often, for that was reserved for either being terrifies or elated beond reason. The language of weew doesn't translate well in words, but worked very well for all the people in the land of weew.

Then, one day out of the blue, a visiter arrived. All the people of weew were vary curious of the stranger, for they had never seen a stranger before. The stranger was a mistified landing on this strange place for all it know was its own kind and all these people were making funny noises it had never heard before. So all it could do is let out a sound in its own language, WHOA. This cought the people of weew very off gaurd, for they had never heard anything like whoa before. So they gathered around the whoa weew weewing for they were very exited, and the person from whoa was whoa'ing for it was very exited.

It was at that very moment that the person from whoa had a wonderful idea on how to communicate with the people from weew. Music. Music is the great communicator. So, with plans he really hadn't thought out very well, he communitated to the weew people that they should weew in a unique style, and it would whoa. The first real communication between the people of weew and the people of whoa when something like this. If you pick up on the song, you can add inflection where you think it should be.

weew weew weew whoa.........
weew weew weew whoa
weew weew weew whoa
weew weew weew whoa..........

weew weew weew whoa o
weew weew weew whoa o
weew weew weew whoa o
weew weew weew whoa o o o

that is the basics of the song. And so, with one small gesture of friendship and song, the people of weew and the people of whoa began a long happy friendship.