Because. That's why.

Insufferable Peculiarity

The world is made of cancer,
Of tests, and fear, and sweat
And faith.
Or lack thereof.
Sporadic bouts of promise
Most often mixed with vomit
While everything from ages past
Means nothing on our tongues.
The world is made of cabinets,
Of closets, and secrets, and it
Wherever it shows a face.
A place to cry, to hide
To forsake for a few seconds blood
To misappropriate
And tell a child
The moon is made of cheese.

So, yeah, and poop, and stuff

Because poop is always funny. It's like my tag line in life. If there were captions under my actions, that could be the constant caption. Me sitting in class "because poop is always funny". Me sitting in my room "because poop is always funny." You get the picture.

So, someone might need to stage an intervention for me and my fantasy baseball addiction. It's getting absurd. I just can't stop drafting teams. I put 2 or 3 teams on auto draft because I didn't get the pick I wanted - so I don't care about those teams.. But I'm still trying to start a league, and I have 4 or 5 other teams that I will manage and do care about. Only 1 team is balanced. I have one team that is heavy on pitching, one that is heavy on power, one that is heavy on outfielders, and 1 that is just utterly dominant. But I keep drafting them. If only I loved other things as much as I love baseball. And tacos. And tacos while watching baseball!!!

My addiction is made worse by the fact that facebook now officially sucks. Too many redesigns. So I have to funnel my facebook addiction into something else, because the internet gods demand that I find ways to keep from being a productive and balanced person.

Umm - yeah. I'm out of thoughts. I'll be back sometime. Who knows, I might even address Inspector Gadget.

For the Sake of my Sanity

So, I am surrounded by "Christians". I read, or pretend to read a nearly unending stream of "Christian" books. I go to "Christian" classes. I am required to journal about my devotional life for a class. On the whole, I'm utterly, annoyingly inundated with "Christian" and "religious" things. So I'm blogging now about random things, whenever and however they strike me. But I assure you, these are totally non-religious thoughts. It's safe to come here.

At some point soon, I'll talk about baseball. Fantasy baseball. But not now.

I wrote this today instead of paying attention in class. Enjoy.

A Covenant Always Leaves Scars

A child with bed rails lies awake,
With a night light for his dreams
And a flashlight for his nightmares.
Vengeance reeks of ammonia,
Of oft-forsaken fear
Until death itself despairs of trust
(Linens, iron, lead and rust).

One floor down and three lifetimes over
Without stains upon the sheets,
The object of our failures
Restless in his sleep
Having unleashed our hymns of evil
By brutal, somber dance
(This painful, lucid trance)

(This liquid-solid-stepped advance)

Upsetting, but not obsessive
Yet compulsive nonetheless,
With white vinyl and picket fence
And two parents full of hate,
A fatherless child lies awake.