xanga has become too counterintuitive.  It took me a while to figure out how to simply add a new blog post.  Not good. 

I've moved on to another blog

http://obliviouspawn.blogspot.com/

an excellent explantion for laziness(don't worry, I don't need it)

You see, I am a scientist.  I’m continually conducting an experiment that’s providing very exciting results with broad ramifications.  Everyday, I sit on the beach and watch the waves crashing onto the shore.  When it gets dark, I set up a hammock between two shady tress and fall into a deep slumber upon it.  In the morning, around 5:30 am to 6: am, I am awakened by this bright circular shape in the sky.  My hypothesis, if I sit on the beach all day and fall asleep in a hammock between two shady trees the sun will rise.  I’m afraid to try any new experiments for fear that if I stop doing as I’m doing, the sun will ceases to rise.  However, I’m quite content to continue with my current fascinating experiment, so I wouldn’t call the situation a dilemma. 

finely polished leather boots and tightly woven italian suits

suite this man and his pristine neatness as his rifle shoots

down all the beggars and the strikers and the scabs that turn away

at the sight of the picketer's crimson blood concrete stains

oh there's a flow of tears the scabs can't help to contain

broken glass, rusty nails, add to the hemopheliacs constant pain

and the soul of the former freight hopper leaks down the drain

he's mercury and salt in a solution, a puddle of flame soaking in disillusion

she's served some mercury in a cup, she drinks the whole thing up, and sings a very unhappy unbirthday to herself

flees fly from every greasy dread, she talks to spirits in her bed, and asks them how they dissapate into air as dawn first strikes

acid rain keeps falling on my head

it's no big deal, my eyes won't be burning red

and rain can go on falling because fallouts rather boring

because I'm chained, to satan's work out bench