American Decline

I wasn't there when Nixon made a phone call to the moon.

I wasn't there when Cuba launched their 98th balloon.

I wasn't there when white men stole the black man's rock and roll.

I wasn't there when God made Eve and breathed into her soul.

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brain itches Theme by Adam Holwerda.

The Incoherence of the Incoherence

  • I’m not trying to be profound, just literate.
  • Sure, sometimes I reach too far, overcompensate, go where I’m not wanted, bite off more than I can spit out. But if I’m destined to fail no matter what I do, which doesn’t seem to be so far-fetched these days, I might as well fail spectacularly.
  • When my tree falls, I want everyone to hear it.