Out Of Poverty: Good Thing I Didn’t Kill Myself
Fuck the law’s delay, the insolence of office, AND the bare bodkin. I’m NOT gonna kill myself! I’m gonna bear the fardels. Say what?
Fuck the law’s delay, the insolence of office, AND the bare bodkin. I’m NOT gonna kill myself! I’m gonna bear the fardels. Say what?
I once dated a young party girl. A dancer. This is an important right of passage for any middle-aged man, not to be skipped.
Gender instincts bubble up and boil over into our higher brain faculties, clouding our judgment on sex and romance.
I used to be an Evangelical. Then I tried getting along with you people. Now I’m a Non-denominational Antagonist. Say what?
For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time, the Oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s Contumely, blah blah blah . . . when ya can just kill yourself?
Tchaikovsky 1st Piano Concerto: Some music bites into my soul and injects me with heavy doses of yearning and gratitude. I call these experiences musical prayers.
What can you do to make a difference in the world these days? Start by learning the issues. All it takes is a little time and effort.
Hang up and try again. Perhaps you’ve got the wrong number. Could this be the magic at last? You know I can’t smile without you.
FOOD BANKS: A minimal amount of free stuff (Not too much!) is okay in America, as long as you feel guilty about receiving it.
Have you ever felt like a black sheep? Do demons really flee at the name of Jesus? Myron the Street Poet offers this meditation on a sacred phrase.
What’s a college education worth these days? Not much, it seems. There was a time when a college education meant everything.
CELLPHONE ZOMBIES: Who doesn’t love the Lord’s Prayer? The Serenity Prayer? The Prayer Of Surrender? Complete your faith now with . . . the Asshole’s Prayer.