Dave Short

Nothing much to report. I got my financial aid, which means my education will only cost $300 this term, instead of $3000. There’s a lecture about Milosovik tonight, which I might go to. I dunno, when an opressed people overthrow a dictator it goes unnoticed, but when the U.S. does it? Hm….

Acting class is getting pretty nifty. We started doing emotions, something we really didn’t touch upon in the 111 class. It’s nice working with people who want to act. Tomorrow, we get to act out actual scenes. And, if you can imagine, I’m not the only gung-ho person in the class!

I’m reading a biography of Bob Dylan. It’s really quite interesting; I never realized that so many supposed details of his past were merely the result of a façade. It still doesn’t change the fact that he’s an enormous songwriter. And has a sucky voice. Almost as bad as mine. 😉

Haiku

black ice and white mist,

streetlight ghosts hum noiselessly

while Missoula sleeps



Untitled

the tiny-

bird is up(no more)

on the ground



here a s

angui(sh)ned feat

her(e) a   l e  g  bnet awk-

ward

ly

   she will gr(ow)

   ace the sk(wh)y no

more (Sweet songs) no

(head bobbing any)more

                                      no





Fear God

Pre-marital sex

Thieves

Power-hungry women

Spineless men

Child-molesting homosexuals
Godless Evolutionists

Anti-Bible Bigots

Lying Penteco$tal$

Racists

Pro-abortion baby butchers
Cheaters

Sports fanatics

Cult of the effeminate intellect

Unbelieving Jews

Druggies
People that talk to pets more than God
Misc. heathens



I see your sign. And despite my

Best efforts, and though I might try

To resist, there is still a part

Of me that hates you in my heart.



That, my friend, is my greatest sin:

Somehow, somehow, somehow, you win.

Tags: Poetry

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