it's interesting

the best argument i heard against gay marriage i've ever heard was refuted so easily. (it was more a "problem" with it than anything though).

one person was talking about this chart.

the other responded that there does exist another consequence, parenthood would have to be redefined (this is interesting to think about legally), because the married couple couldn't biologically have kids.

but the person immediately responded that this happens with divorce to.

and upon further thought, adoption.

just saying.

"I'd rather wake up every morning tired and smiling than fully rested with nothing."
-Jeremy Bushnell

beauty

there is a lot of beauty in my poetry class. that's all we're looking for. reading poems and talking about how it tickles the ear. "poetry happens in the ear, and on the tongue. and on the heart. ear, tongue, heart." some much of it is pretty, so much of it is fun, so much flows gracefully over the rigid meter.
but nothing speaks to me.

i'm supposed to read a poem to my class, preferably one from the book. but i want to read this to them. how wildly inappropriate.

"tell some lies about yourself"

a 300 word autobiography


Being raised outside of a large city is nearly unbearable. There is the constant fear, for starters. I was mugged for the first time when I was 4 years old, 2 years after the first time I mugged someone. That’s the way it is in American cities, and I was headed down a treacherous path. Fortunately for me, I got out of that darkness just before it was too late.
When I was six, I started boxing. My pet fish actually is the one who inspired me to do something with my life, right after I got out of prison. The fish said to me, “Get your life together or I’ll hit you.” That’s when I noticed he was watching his old tapes; he had been an international boxing champion. I still, to this day, use his tattered old gloves.
He trained me to be a top caliber fighter. We became inseparable. He always was there to give me his patented brand of constructive criticism. I’ll never forget my first boxing match. He was ringside, swimming around in his little fish bowl, and I was taking a beating. I was being brutalized. It was the kind of savage attack you would think only animals are capable of performing. That was when my mentor shouted from the sidelines, “stop being such a namby-pamby; take a swing!” With that, I lifted my fist and clocked him in the chin. I won.
After that day I toured internationally, giving world famous athletes a beating night after night. I soon grew weary of the lifestyle: the constant traveling, the never ending fights, and the poor food. Plus, by this time I was the appropriate age to attend high school. That’s when I hung up my gloves to pursue education, a road I’m still traveling.