concerning selfishness and modern medicine

thank God for modern medicine.
this is no place to die.
thank God for modern medicine.

i'm screaming at your blood cells.
"mulitply!"
"multiply!"
i'm screaming at your lungs now.
"don't collapse!"
"don't collapse!"

so much like twins

does anyone find it fishy that these two girls look so similar.
i wonder if they are twins seperated at birth.

miley cyrus



hannah montana


and what kind of name is hannah montana.
who would name their child that.
what is the deal with this?
i smell some sort of conspiracy.

speaking of twins:

mullet

ya that is right,
i have one.
but i don't
know how long
i am going to
keep it.
so try and see
me before i cut
it all off.

steps

when i walk,
i do not step on the cracks on the ground,
if i am paying any attention at all.
and when i accidentally try to take a longs stride
over a crack and i come up short,
i find myself upset for a second or two.
i also like to step over the cracks with the opposite
foot that i stepped over the last one with.
right, left (over the crack), right, left, right (over the crack).
do you you get what i'm saying?
to insure that the proper results are obtained
it sometimes can look like this:
right, left(over the crack), right, left,
right (stutter step), left, right (over the crack).
i have harbored this obsessive complusive
action since i was in elementary school.

does anyone else do weird things like this?

also, i found this video:

swim america

this is a typical day at work for me.
july 3, 2007.
i walked into the office signed in;
wrote out my time card for the day.
poked fun at my boss for saying that she hadn't seen me in a long time.
(she saw me yesterday).
then i went up on deck and asked what shifts i was working for the day.
i kicked it for 30 minutes,
then i got my bathing suit on.
i got in the water,
but no kids showed up for their lessons.
i proceeded to have a conversation with a new co-worker of mine
about my upcoming trip to rwanda, churches, and missionary work.
after that i had a carbon copy of the previous conversation with
this lady that requested that i teach her kids level 3.
i told her to take it up with the office.
then we talked about my upcomng trip to rwanda, churches, and missionary work.
i then helped teach an overloaded lesson at 5.00 pm.
afterwards, my friend was having trouble making his tent,
so of course i tried to help him.
we ended up constructing just enough shade for him to curl up in fetal
position and have half of his body covered.
we then took down the tent and just threw sticks around for 15 minutes.
then we listened to hard core and slam danced,
while doing so,
i resprained my toe.
so today i worked 30 minutes out of 3.5 hours.
not a bad deal.
that is $31.50 for sitting around for 3 hours.
gotta love working for swim america.
"changing the world one swimming lesson at a time."
and also, i forgot i had a photoshoot.
here are the results:

built

today i built a tree.
i watched its leaves take form,
and i saw the trunk set down its roots in the ground.
today i built a tree.

theo

he was born theodore calvin whitmark jr.
premature by 3 weeks, he lived in an incubator for 2 weeks.
his body needed shots to keep his immune system stable during the first half decade of his life.
now his mind needed shots to ease the pain of 27 years of hurt.
the deep wrinkles and bags under his eyes told a 702 page novel of lonliness.
when he spoke, his mouth opened paper thin.
his eyes bared themselves enough to quench his skepticism about the world outside,
but shuttered themselves enough to protect from the permeation of the same world.
love had not touched his bones in 27 years,
and they had become brittle from the heroine and self loathing.
theo's addiction to substance was only outdone by his addiction to himself.
his hair embraced his face exactly where his delicate cheek bones met his ears,
but years of anxiety had reduced his full head of hair into fine whisps of black thread.
his veins had grown fragile just like his self-esteem.
he had built up a wall years ago, just like the one around china.
he kept the world away like the analogous mongolians.
theo lived in the streets and understood shame,
he could see it in the eyes of his neighbors as they passed him in their comfortable suits on the way to their comfortable jobs.
theo was quite content to die that morning in new york,
and he was quite content to know that this would be his extended epithet.