48 Hours

The following was taken from today's Edmonton Journal: "Would be graffiti vandals could find it difficult to purchase the tools of the trade if a sales ban proposed by the city's chief bylaw officer comes into effect. Bill Bruce is exploring the idea of preventing minors from purchasing spray-paint, broad-tip markers and glass cutting and etching tools - a bylaw recently put in place in London, Ontario." "'It would make (the products) more difficult to get, reduce the availability.' Bruce said if he could get buy-in from businesses that sell the products used to deface buildings and bridges, a bylaw wouldn't be necessary.

THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS! This kind of policy has already been put in place in NYC for years, and what good has it done that city? None!
Fact is that the majority of Graffiti writers are over 18 anyways, so banning the stuff wouldn't do much good as it is. Also, minors would simply go out of town or have the older guys buy the stuff for us. I have more than enough homies who would pick up paint for me, it wouldn't be a serious problem...but still. Last time I checked, there weren't any cancer-inducing substances in a can of paint, nor was there any alcohol...so why should it be prohibitted? And what of markers? You gonna ban Sharpie chisel tips? How about regular felt markers? They're all used for graffiti! Go ahead, ban them. I'll just keep using shoe-polish bottles. They're completely opaque, nearly impossible to buff, and if you mix them with brake-fluid, it leaves a ghost-tag. Oops! I shouldn't say that, the government will find out and they'll ban that too! Imagine that headline. "City Adds Shoe-Polish And Brake-Fluid To The List Of Controlled Substances!" Wouldn't that go over well...

Another thing. Notice how in the passage that I transcribed, we writers are referred to as nothing but "Vandals" who do nothing more than "Deface buildings and bridges"? Believe me, I may be a vandal...but I am first and foremost an Artist. Also, we paint a hell of a lot more than just buildings and bridges. Overpasses, Billboards, Freight-trains, public transportation, rooftops, electrical boxes and Police cruisers are all fair game. Please don't narrow down our options more than we already do. We spare your houses, we spare your private vehicles and we spare your places of worship...don't provoke us. Not to mention the backs of the buildings and the bridges that we bomb are ugly as it is, they're all rusted heaps of metal or sheer walls of cement or white paint...they could certainly use some colours. In any case, this article is pathetically biased. It's nothing more than propaganda designed to make the citizens of the city root for the new bylaw and force the owners and managers of local stores into coercion.

Another example of this propaganda is the city's pledge to erase graffiti of any kind, be it legal or illegal, within 48 hours. When I heard that this promise was going to be put into effect, I wrote the local police press officer a letter telling him that it was going to be bad news...not only that, but they decided to tear down all the legal walls in Edmonton. I told him that it was a bad idea...I WARNED him. He simply replied by telling me that they would hold steadfast in their attempt to clean up the city of it's vandalizing, tresspassing scum and that we weren't going to stop him. So I sent him another reply saying one thing: "Watch Us." SEASE1 C.B.K.*F.T.L.
Guess what? He hasn't stopped us yet, we're still here in greater numbers. We get up faster than the city can counter it. We're bombing harder than they can imagine...and they're falling behind. 48 hours my ass! There are pieces that we've put up that have been there for over a month now.

Needless to say, I hope to whatever there is out there to hope on, that this law does not get passed. I also hope that you, my readers, agree with me. If you don't, you shouldn't be reading this publication.

(C) 2006 Sean Slater - All Rights Reserved, All Wrongs Justified. SEASE1 Productions.

Scary, Isn't It?

> In Pharmacology, all drugs have two names, a trade
> name and generic name. For example, the trade name
> of Tylenol also has a generic name of Acetaminophen.
> Aleve is also called Naproxen. Amoxil is also call
> Amoxicillin and Advil is also called Ibuprofen.
> The FDA has been looking for a generic name
> for Viagra. After careful consideration by a team of
> government experts, it recently announced that it
> has settled on the generic name of Mycoxafloppin.
> Also considered were Mycoxafailin, Mydixadrupin,
> Mydixarizin, Dixafix, and of course, Ibepokin.
> Pfizer Corp. announced today that Viagra will
> soon be available in liquid form, and will be
> marketed by Pepsi Cola as a power beverage suitable
> for use as a mixer. It will now be possible for a
> man to literally pour himself a stiff one. Obviously
> we can no longer call this a soft drink, and it
> gives new meaning to the names of "cocktails",
> "highballs" and just a good old-fashioned "stiff
> drink". Pepsi will market the new concoction by the
> name of: MOUNT & DO.
> Thought for the day: There is more money being
> spent on breast implants and Viagra today than on
> Alzheimer's research. This means that by 2040, there
> should be a large elderly population with perky
> boobs and huge erections and absolutely no
> recollection of what to do with them.

Does this count as a rant? I think so.

You might agree with it, but when it actually happens 99% of girls dont realize it till it is too late and that guy who did it is so frustrated that he has moved on to someone who will take notice.

From a guys point of view:

We don't care if you talk to other guys.

We don't care if you're friends with other guys.

But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.

It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.

We don't care if a guy calls you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned. Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till the morning.
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Also, when we tell you you're pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/ cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it.

Don't tell us we're wrong.

We'll stop trying to convince you.

The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.
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Yeah, you can quote me.
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Don't be mad when we hold the door open.
Take Advantage of the mood I'm in.

LET US PAY FOR YOU!

DON'T "FEEL BAD"

We enjoy doing it.

It's expected.

Smile and say "Thank you."
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Kiss us when no one's watching.

If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed.
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You don't have to get dressed up for us.

If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.

We like you for WHO you are and not WHAT you are.

Honestly, I think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's or my t-shirt and boxers, not all dolled up

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Don't take everything we say seriously.

Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.

Don't get angry easily.
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Stop using magazines/media as your bible.

Don't talk about how hott Morris Chesnutt, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us.

It's boring, and we don't care.
You have girlfriends for that.
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Whatever happened to the word "handsome"/"beautiful"

I'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me with "Hey
handsome!" instead of "Hey baby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy!" or whatever else you can think of.

On the other hand im not saying I woulndn't like those either...
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Girls, I cannot stress this enough:
IF YOU AREN'T BEING TREATED RIGHT BY A GUY, DON'T WAIT FOR HIM TO CHANGE. DITCH HIS SORRY, DISGRACE-TO-THE-MALE-POPULATION ASS, AND FIND SOMEONE WHO WILL TREAT YOU WITH UTTER RESPECT


Someone who will honor your morals.

Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.

Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.

Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.

Someone who will stop what theyre doing just to look you in the
eyes and say "I love you"

....AND ACTUALLY MEAN IT!

Give the nice guys a chance.

Now THAT'S What I'm Talkin' About!

GO OILERS GO! Western Semi-Finals are OVER, and we're off to Anaheim to cook some duck! Congrats to #94 Ryan Smyth! Lost three teeth, and still scored 7 goals this series. Now that's called determination. He also scored two goals on Mother's Day and called his Mother on LIVE TV to dedicate them to her, even though she was in the stands. Let's keep this up and bring the cup home!

The Indictment Of An Economic Hitman...

Yet another post in hopes of opening your eyes:

Did you know that in the length of one class at school, 1200 children will die around the world? That's over half the population of my school gone...in one block. Want to know why? Because of the 6.5 Billion humans on this planet, 1 Billion of them live on less than $1 US a day...Let's attempt to put things into a better perspective. On January first, you receive $750 and that's it. No more income over the year, no aid...and you must live on that for one year. The majority of us would be out of money in less than two months...if that long.

Another disturbing fact. North Americans and Europeans together spent $17 Billion US on pet food in 2005. That's $4 Billion more than it would take to provide every single human on earth with basic needs and nutrition. It's that simple! This is not to say that you should go out and shoot your dog...but really. It's disgusting. Many people say things like "Well I worked for my money and I plan to keep it!". Well guess what? YOU CAN! We pay enough in taxes to help these people year after year, and we don't get hurt by that. You CAN help solve the problems, and still regale in your damn Hummers, your 54" Plasma TVs, and all the other material things that make you feel some semblance of happiness. I don't mean to make my readers feel guilty, and please don't dwell on this. I just want to make these things known. Because when you know, you can work to change things. Knowledge is the most important thing we can pass on. Not our genes, not our inheritance...knowledge. Pssst...Hey, pass it on.

(C) 2006 Sean Slater (Thanks Maroney!) All Rights Reserved, All Wrongs Justified. SEASE1 Productions <{-_-}>

Unreflected Consciousness

Have you ever listened to an instrumental song? Perhaps of a song you already know, perhaps it's new to you. Until tonight, my thought patterns mimicked an instrumental track perfectly. I'd sit down here, hoping to relieve myself of the anxiety and emptiness that I'm currently wading through, and yet the words that I'm trying to find to explain everything shy away. I can't express myself, and perhaps that is the most frustrating thing I've experienced of late.
It's strange, isn't it? Oft times we hear music and expect it to have words, but when you listen to an instrumental track something else happens. The ambience of it takes over your auditory sense and heightens it to a new level. You begin to hear new things that weren't really present before, when the words were there. This happens in everyday life too. If you decide to ignore what's being said, you can hear background noises and sense things that you normally woudln't give a second thought. It's happened to me a lot lately. I simply tune the world out, ignore what people have to say...and the ambience of it takes over. Sometimes we're so "blinded" by words and the things that people have to say, that we waste all our energy focusing on the audio and not near enough on anything e lse. Perhaps it would be better to deaden the spoken, and listen to them in a different sense. If you don't get what I mean, think back to the last time you were at a concert, a rally, or even when it's too loud in the school cafeteria. When you're with someone you know, you need only to look at them and you'll know what the other is thinking. Not to say that there is some kind of telepathic "hearing"...but there are other methods of communicating without your mouth. I, for one, am sick and tired of talking to people...I'll speak if I have to, but I'd prefer not to. Talking to someone online, or writing them a note is fine...but vocal expression is beginning to grate the nerves. So please, if I choose not to answer your vocal questions with a vocal reply...don't take it too personally. It's not that I'm ignoring you (entirely anyways), it's simply that I don't have the ambition to speak. I guarantee you that I'll give you a proper answer...you'll just have to look for it. I like working on challenges, but I especially love giving them. I can figure it out, so you damn well better be able to as well. Good luck, folks. You're going to need it.

Many want to make themselves known by the words they speak. First off, I wonder why these people wish to make themselves known. Are they honestly attempting to be Authentic? Or are they simply smothering a fantasy of being rich and famous? So many people that I know constantly tell me that they will become a movie star, or a top singer...What in the hell would compell you to do that? What is so great about having your face plastered on billboards? Why is it such an amazing fantasy to be on stage in front of 25,000 live fans all screaming their lungs out, on top of the millions who would be watching you live on TV? Is that what it takes to get you off? I find it disgusting(No Offense...). Of course, I'm sure you're all wondering what my problem is...It must seem paradoxical, a Graffiti Writer denouncing those who wish for fame. Well I assure you that it is anything but. First off, I don't want my picture posted all over, I don't want fans who will pull off crazy stunts just to see me up close, and I certainly don't want an entourage of managers, bodyguards, and photographers to follow me around 24/7...Your movie scripts have nothing on the expression that radiates from a four-colour burner on the second-storey of a building. Your song lyrics can't compare to a two-tone throwie on the side of a freight car.
I create art, I bend the limits of my right to free speech, I break the law to express myself in my own way. The thrill of an illegal activity, the knowledge that I am exercising my "God-given" and inalienable rights, and the creative process that goes into the art...fun and all, but it's still not why I write. It's an escape, just like dope, alcohol, or anything else like that...except mine is far better for me and society. I just want to say that I AM a threat, I AM cancer to the cities of North America, I WILL influence the minds of younger generations, and I WILL write graffiti. Don't like it? Screw you.

Two rants in one post. Go Me...

(C) 2006 Sean Slater (Thanks to nobody...) All Right Reserved, All Wrongs Justified. SEASE1 Productions
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Yoisho...Kirei Na Kanjou. 70KY0 P|45T1C RU|35

How To Be A Villain...

In light of recent events, my mental output has been pushed past it's limits. It appears that I am currently unable to produce any coherent writings, so please bear with me. I spend more time spacing out and pondering than I do back in reality, and yet everytime I sit down here to attempt to archive these thoughts my mind goes blank, words escape me, and I spend half to three quarters of an hour spacing out once again. If and when I return to my previous mindset, I'll be sure to let you know. However, in the meantime...don't expect anything amazing just yet. Check back, but don't hope.

"Hell is other people."

Concept File: Inauthenticity -

We have a basic choice in life. We can choose to be authentic or inauthentic. To be authentic means to experience fully the fact of your own unique being. To be inauthentic means to try to escape your own individuality, to live as if you were not a distinct person. It is called the inauthentic mode of "the they". Much of everyday life is inauthentic. Examples of 'inauthentic possibilites' everything which as a person you share with 'everybody': mass produced clothes, buses and trains, public parks, public places, public shelters.

Concept File: The Other -

"The Other" is a term for a general presence, an aspect of how each person experiences not only the world, but also their own being. "The Other" is part of 'my' consciousness. I have no way of being aware of who I am withought some sense of how I appear from another point of view. It is defined as a 'mediator between myself and me'. Perhaps the most graphic example of "The Other" is 'Shame'. It is used to define this otherness inside us all. "I am ashamed of myself as I appear to "the Other"." To feel ashamed of myself, I have to view my life from an alien perspective.

Sartre's Existentialism:
- I am conscious of my existence without having any way of justifying or even explaining it.

- To become conscious means to recognise the gratuitousness of one's existence., that is, the lack of any reason linking your existence to any wider scheme of things.

- Your existence confronts you as a blank fact, withouth origin. You cannot find the meaning of your existence by asking where you come from.

The whole system develops in response to this central disturbing vision.

Concept File: The Absurd -

The Absurd is a term for the ways in which the world defies human efforts to find coherent meaning. It arises from the fact that things, including people, co-exist without being connected.

(C) 2001 George Myerson -/|\- All Rights Reserved. Used without permission from the author...too bad.

Dynamic Revolution

It appears that I've recently taken an interest in the idea of parenting. Not that I plan on having children anytime soon, but it is an interesting concept for me. I've never experienced anything like it...I don't think there is anything that you can honestly compare it to.
I want to ask you a question. What makes a good parent? I don't plan to answer this question myself...I couldn't possibly answer it truthfully at this point in time. Take a look at your own parents. Look at their successes and failures... What were your their "styles" as it were? Did they reign you in and try to control you and influence you? Did they decided that you could take care of yourself, and hope that you'd come to them when they could be of help? Did they seem completely apathetic about you? What?

Ask yourself what you would do...how you would handle the situation.
Raising a child is the hardest thing there is to do. If you worry about your problems now...wait until you have children of your own. High-School will seem like tying your shoes when compared to trying to teach a child to tie their own. All your pubescent problems will be nothing in the wake of helping your own child with his or her relationship troubles. Who knows where I'm going with this...Perhaps I'll figure it out some day.

(C) 2006 Sean Slater (Thanks Maroney!) All Rights Reserved, All Wrongs Justified.

The Price Of Silence

I want out. I want a mutually assured destructive life. Seizing separate culture to take me over. Silent like radar, take me over and blow out my mind. Full disclosure coming, sponsored by no one. Take me over and blow out my mind...Ejected.

(C) 2006 Fugazi All Rights Reserved, All Wrongs Justified, All Lefts In Vain.

"Follow The Leader"

Too much of anything makes you an addict. How true a statement...Cravings, Withdrawal, Dissapointment. It's a difficult process trying to get your head around the whole idea of the gaping hole that needs to be filled. Fear eventually sets in, and the experience is heightened to a whole new level the next time the opportunity presents itself. Before we know it, we awaken with our hair in our fists, moisture in our eyes, and panic is fresh in our memories. Our search is out of sheer desperation...the attempt to quench or at least sate the thirst, but it is always in vain. The itch is never scratched, and the slightest attempt to reconcile it only doubles the effect. Like being in the throes of acceleration...an experience of non-uniform motion. It drives you to distraction at times...simply a malfunction in the daily routines.

Follow the leader, see where it takes you...maybe you'll find something you'll enjoy.

(C) 2006 Sean Slater (Thanks Kaite!) All Rights Reserved, All Wrongs Justified.

The Template For Quality

Everybody Up!

For those of you that have yet to notice...I've edited the name of this compilation. I've also changed the header/introduction. "Thought provoking guilt, societal discontentment and a discourse on culture. A question of moderns and a detachment from the materialistic mindset..." If you're wondering what this means, and what it has to do with the contents of this Blog...sit back a moment and think about it. If you're not wondering, too bad...I'm giving an explanation for it. And for once, I'm disenfranchising from my own saying of "Reasons are excuses, and excuses will not be tolerated." So if you try to use that on me, I'll simply tell you to shove it. As I was saying:

If you're guilty, you'll know it. There is a line from a NOFX song that goes "The guilty don't feel guilty, they learn not to." I disagree. I, myself, am guilty of all sorts of things. Criminal acts, moral wrongs, failures, the list goes on. I know this, and I accept it. I don't spend time regretting things that I can't change...it's a waste of time and a painful experience. This, however, does not mean that I don't think about it. I spent hours upon hours revising my actions everyday, wondering what would have happened if I'd simply said one word differently, or ignored this comment. This also applies to guilt. When I realise that I was or am in the wrong, I'll take my time evaluating my decisions and looking at the consequences. I am an advocate of thinking before speaking or acting, and I'm generally good about it, but who said anything about thinking afterwards? Nobody, and that's why I do it. It makes for a better person, or at least a better understanding of the situation. Empathy comes in handy.

Societal discontentment...not a hard notion. Our Super-Ego (Freud's term for the Society that we abide by)is screwed over...and over the course of this Blog I have, and will continue to comment on(actually, it's more like rip to shreds) the North American Society.

A discourse on Culture. I would like to think that I'm a part of a variety of cultures and sub-cultures. For example, I can speak on behalf of myself as a punk, as a hip-hop head, and as a multi-national person. And I'll continue to do so in this Blog.

A question of moderns. This is where things get interesting. Many of the modern ideas and inventions are bastardisations of past realisations and products. For example, many of Freud's ideas were his own, they came from his realisations...however, the Greek philosophers and idealists were speaking of the same ideas thousands of years before he wrote them down in his texts. Also, many new movies are derived from old stories or texts. Take the movie "10 Things I Hate About You", it's simply a modernized version of Shakespeares' "Taming Of The Shrew". This is simply showing that there is a reason to question the moderns. Many times, a new product comes out and people flock to it...but it's a twist on an older product. As I've said before...it's very difficult to be original.

A detachment from the materialistic mindset. This can be taken in many ways, but one perspective that I like to focus on is the one most don't consider. A lot of people think that their posessions define them. That your clothing tells people who you are, your car shows what kind of a person you are, your home is indicative of the lifestyle you live. People try to analyze eachother via such widely-accepted methods of scrutiny, and I simply throw it back in their face and tell them that they don't know me. If you took one look at me, in my baggy and torn jeans and brown zip-up with the hood tossed up, would you be able to tell that I'm an IB student? Would you know that my favourite subject in school is Psychology, or that I'm fluent in French? No. Chances are that you'd dismiss me as being another teenage egotist who does give a damn what goes on around me.
Your materialistic status means nothing in the long run, it won't make you a better person...but it'll make you look cool! There's an amazingly brilliant commercial that I once saw. I originally remembered it because of how hilarious it was, but it does a great job to prove my point. It starts with a man who's dressed sharply, a grin on his face, and his family around me. The dialogue goes something like this: "Hi! My name is Dave. I live in a beautiful community, in a big house with an even bigger backyard, I have three cars, a great family, and I'm also a full-time member of the local recreation club. How do I do it? I'm in debt up to my eyeballs." It simply goes to show that so many people live far beyond their means...to look good. Nowadays, image is everything. If you own a Cadillac, you're successful, and someone to know. You may live in the ghetto, Ipswitch (part of the Indian River 'hood) for all I know, but you own that Escalade, and that's what counts!
We are one with our posessions. They are the signs of our experience and the road map of our souls. We haul them behind us to explain where we've been, to anchor our selves, to barricade in. Ego's budget knows no bounds. When I paint the side of someone's store, they get all upset and swear to have justice. Funny, I don't recall doing them any wrongs. I didn't paint them...I simply painted their property. Yet another piece of matter. Did it cause them any pain? Not that I know of. Did it do anything at all to cause them harm or ruin their store? Last time I checked, the answer was still no. People have too much attachment to their property. Does it do anything to make them a better person? Chances are it has the opposite effect. It only serves to make people greedy. I'm not here to advocate a minimalistic lifestyle, goodness knows I have a tumultuous amount of crap in my room, but I'm not as worried about it as much as some people. I don't feel the need to have designer labels, if I acquire them, so be it...but I'll settle for some Old Navy scrubs for all I care. Aesthetic is not something I worry about too much in my daily life. The only time it comes in handy is when the paint cans come out. That's where all my imagination and attention to detail comes out, in my expression. My aesthetic is expressed in the irresponsibility of my actions.

(C) 2006 Sean Slater (Thanks StockCap!) All Rights Reserved, All Wrongs Justified

I AM THE TERRORIST.

Midnight In The Perfect World...

Everybody Up!

A friend of mine recently read this publication titled Graffiti Dreams...AKA This Blog, and called me a modern philosopher. This bothered me. Not that I dislike being given such an important title...but that is not what I am, nor is it that the purpose of this Blog.

Philosophy is essentially the process of using silogistic reasoning to draw self-reasoned answers to three main questions: "What Is Real?", "What am I", and "Is there only one world, or many?" Have I tackled any of the above questions? No. Perhaps I will someday, but as of now I'm no philosopher.

This Blog is nothing more than a place for me to store my thoughts...A subject is brought to my attention, I think about it, if it's worth a rant, I'll type it up, if it's worth posting, I'll post it. You have no idea how many drafts I have...rants that aren't worth posting, rants that wouldn't mean anything to anyone but me...much like this one. I don't mean to influence anyone's thoughts or beliefs with the content posted on here...If you find something you like, and think that it's a movement or idea worth following, then by all means please agree. But just because you read something on here doesn't mean it's THE answer, or that it's the best way to go.

Disclaimer:
It is not okay to hurt people, break into buildings or homes, trespass, sneak around train-yards, climb billboards, clamber onto bridges or overpasses, write on people's stuff, paint storefronts, or dwell on the negative too much. Though these activities might seem fun and amusing to read about, doing them can get you in a whole heap of trouble. If you do anything and get away with it, please write and tell me about it. If you get caught, don't blame me.

(C) 2006 Sean Slater (Thanks guys!) All Rights Reserved, All Wrongs Justified While You Were Sleeping Is Printed In Canada

Teenage Love Affair...(From The Byline)

An honest moment, a pure spot. To come from there is all one could wish for.

And from now on, this is an authorized riot zone. A mispronounced word. A seduction over the internet.

I ply my trade and reach for reaction, refreshment and reformation. Making due with the goods I got.

Simple sentences line up, populate your monitor, make way for meaning but meaning is something one has to make for themselves.

Language mimics nature, music mimics time, graffiti mimics space. Laughing at our humanity makes us human.

Dignity and shame swing like some displaced pendulum in our hearts while our minds are occupied with more pressing diversions.

Clear and disciplined thought increases the chance for better keystrokes, cooler counterpoint lines and slicker escape routes. So says my manual.

Train stops and tunnels whiz by like chapters in a book. Each girder, each electrical box, a knot in the plot. Terminals are starting points.

Kids kicking it off center have showdowns over billboard signs, freight trains and traffic signs. Battles over sunshine spring forth time to time.

Monitoring this monitor for a mere moment mitigates most as meaningless. Time ill spent. Perhaps.

But I have faith that maybe there's a campus computer or lonely laptop receiving this information right now and on time. And here's to that hope.

And like the poet whose mission is to express in a few words what might not be adequately described in many, I hope you are better off for clicking a few keystrokes this way.

(C) 2006 Buford Youthward (AKA StockCap) All Rights Reserved, All Wrongs Justified.