We are Nowhere and its Now

Monday, May 30, 2005

My father loads his gun

Where have the eons gone
Why must the last time be done
A foolish lie that you decided to tell
Hoping we'd save you from a midwestern hell
But our last hours tick away
Our strong bond begins to fray
A price we must all learn to pay
For a goodbye
For a memory
For a last thought
On the last day
posted by Susan Kachman, 7:05 AM | link | 0 comments |

Thursday, May 26, 2005

While my mother waters plants

There are some people who I just can't stand
I hate them for a reason to even me unknown
They pull our heart strings
With a tug that is a complete fraud
They mess with our minds
As if we are a disposable entertainment
They put a hateful poison in our eyes
To turn one on anther
posted by Susan Kachman, 4:37 PM | link | 0 comments |

Saturday, May 21, 2005

We must sing, we must sing, we must sing

Tears flow down to endless streams of sadness,
Eloquent of beauty without end.
After all, we mourn the loss of gladness,
Riches that, for death, we could not spend.
So sweet is life, that does such treasures send.
posted by Susan Kachman, 8:23 PM | link | 1 comments |

Friday, May 20, 2005

Who sleeps but doesn't dream

Sing to a song that doesn't exist
Laugh in a room full of tears
Listen to words unspoken
Live like you have no fears

Now only if I could do that.
posted by Susan Kachman, 4:34 PM | link | 0 comments |

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Into the ear of every anarchist

Lil Johnny asks....
Daddy, how was I born?
DAD SAYS:
Ah, my son, I guess one day you will need to find out anyway! Well, you see your Mom and I first got together in a chat room on MSN. Then I set up a date via e-mail with your Mom and we met at a cyber-cafe. We sneaked into a secluded room, where your mother agreed to a download from my hard drive.

As soon as I was ready to upload, we discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall, and since it was too late to hit the delete button, nine months later a blessed little Popup appeared and said:

You've Got Male!

posted by Susan Kachman, 6:03 PM | link | 1 comments |

Sunday, May 08, 2005

Set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell

I would hate not to believe.

Last night, while I was trying to sleep I started thinking about death. I started thinking about how when I die, all that I have experienced will just be gone. That when I die, that it might be the end of it.

So I decided to make the best of what I could. Maybe that way, if I do enough good some of my better experiences might be shared with other people.

Things I need to do this week:

*Apologize to lisaandemika
*Tell richard i like him
*Do all my homework
*Make someones day better
*Make a memory worth remembering forever
posted by Susan Kachman, 10:41 AM | link | 1 comments |

Thursday, May 05, 2005

We must take all the medicines too expensive now to sell

The Lord is my programer, I shall not crash.
He installed his software on the hard disk of my heart,
all of his commands are user-friendly.
His directory guides me to the right choices for his
names sake. Even though I scroll through the problems
of life, I will fear no bugs or viruses, for he is my
backup. His password protects me. He prepares a menu before me in the presence of my enemies.
His help is only a keystroke away.
Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all of the days
of my life, and my file will be merged with his and
saved forever. Amen
posted by Susan Kachman, 3:10 PM | link | 0 comments |

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

We must stare, we must stare, we must stare

I am so confused
Its almost like my heart is torn
For a guy I like
And acts like likes me
With a guy I am drawn to
Who is so distant

Why does life have to be confusing. They need a manual.

Ex: 'Richard' until 6/9/05 and don't like 'Ronald,' because he's not your type.

You don't crush outside your type, its just not acceptable.
posted by Susan Kachman, 6:15 PM | link | 0 comments |