[image: x'mas day truce on the western front circa 1914]

"The photograph that you are looking at was taken in 1914. In it, British and German soldiers are standing together in no man’s land on the Western Front on Christmas Day. On that day, hostilities were halted and the two sides fraternized in the spirit of the season before returning to their respective sides and attempting to annihilable one another.

Rather than write something high minded about the holidays, about the birth that Christmas commemorates and what the child, as a man, radically stood for in the face of aggression, I wanted to make a very plain statement, and the above photograph demonstrates it well enough.

We are not at war with one another, nor have we ever been. We are merely the instruments of the lunacy of others. The thing is, and never forget this - there will always be more of us than them, more of those that would rather climb out of the trenches and walk that distance towards those on an opposing side because of a shared understanding of what madness it all truly is.

If there is anything to be celebrated, let it be the hope that sooner than later we will act on that reality.

My very best wishes to each and every one of you, no matter where you are, no matter what you believe, and no matter how high the walls of your trench may seem." --MG

renovating the womb

Renovating the Womb

Dear Mom, thanks for giving birth to me
and not having an abortion. 2% of my time
on Earth has been spent inside your body-
more than all my girlfriends combined.

I enjoyed my time in the uterus, reading
what the previous fetuses had written
on your walls. That's how I learned
to spell. That's how I came out speaking.

--Jeffrey McDaniel

shift [paradigm]

[image: marcus down]

power struggle.
i feel ashamed. so often goes unlooked are ourselves. relative to the apparent grand scheme of things we're more often than not, occupied with trivial clutter. it seems as though our sense of worth is established by evaluating ourselves relative to others. we pat ourselves on the back for donating a canned item to the food bank for the holidays thinking that we've done something meaningful for the entire year, solidifying our positions in society. how often do we stop to ask why? we focus so much on how poor an individual is and what they don't have but what then of ourselves?

ask yourself this.
how are you priviledged? how does this affect those around you?
i know it sounds absolutely pointless because i've asked myself this in the past. only now those questions seem more poignant and as a result, i feel ashamed.
i feel ashamed for inadvertently oppressing - causing pain and suffering.
saying "I" makes it so much more personal. the first step to breaking the cycle of poverty is just to identify yourself as an oppressor, regardless of economic status, ethnicity, credentials you identify with. this is my obligation as a person helping a fellow person. this transcends just putting a non-perishable food item in the donation bin.
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I am tired.

Hafrada in santa's ghetto

[images: banksy]




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[images: banksy]

graffiti bombing the wall that divides israelis and palestinians near bethlehem where santa claus was born... aka in santa's ghetto.

theme for "myth"

[image: bitterlawngnome]

i met you on drunken feet
i've never been more sober
in my life.

This christmas, give a gift that sparkles!

[image: dvice]

That's right, for just only $425, you too can purchase a little gold pill that will make shit glitter! It's filled with 24-karat gold leaf and dipped in gold.

poo-tastic! :)

<3 lavazza coffee

[image: lavazza]
[currently listening to: mgb - the future is x-rated]

Update: the verdict is that I'm going to stick with the diva cup.
- Can't wait for these frickin' exams to be over (caitlin I haven't forgotten you)
- I'm all over in pain... aerobics with the droves of old ladies is hella hardcore
- I'm convinced that I have permanent freckles on my hands due to burst blood vessels from playing rock-paper-scissors-slap
- I'm secretly a masochist
- I want to party... few feet away from 9" of schlong flopping about
- I've fallen in love with old school matthew good again
- I can't wait to use my 2008 agenda
- I think I woke up crying/upset from a dream about hugging amy winehouse (bizarre because I've never heard a single song of hers)
- I cooked with tofu for the first time ever on my own and it turned out okay

survival of the fittest

I have never felt more apathetic for any final before.
I am seriously going into a 70% final with nothingness.
Thank you Dr. Blake.

Now with distensible stomach!

[image: barcroft]
[currently listening to: claude von stroke - who's afraid of detroit]

man... this term was seriously all about fish.

you're so frank, chuckie p.

[image: cowbasa]
[currently listening to: stylophonics - stylophonic - stylophonic'r u experienced]

All these people who say they want a life free from sexual compulsion, I mean forget it. I mean, what could ever be better than sex?
For sure, even the worst blow job is better than, say, sniffing the best rose... watching the greatest sunset. Hearing children laugh.
I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a hot-gushing, butt-cramping, gut-hosing orgasm.
Painting a picture, composing an opera, that's just something you do until you find the next piece of ass.
The minute something better than sex comes along, you call me. Have me paged.

-- Chuck Palahniuk; Choke