zombiebunnie

I know you number in the thousands and wait with baited breath to see my photos from Asia fully up-loaded...  In the hope of stemming the tide mass suicides that have begun as my legions of followers start to lose hope that they will ever see a new photo by me; I have come out of hibernation long enough to post a few highlights from the journey that took me to Singapore, Vietnam, Cambodia, Thailand, and Japan...

In all seriousness I am starting the daunting task of sorting and posting my Asia pictures (I took like 2,000.... dear god why?) and well that might be news of some kind to the +/- 2 people who actually drop by my page from time to time....


so yeah... now you know...          The real questions is: do you care?

I noticed that my last entry was about a year old....  






now it isn't

THE RULES:

1 Post these rules.
2 Each person tagged must post 8 random (hopefully interesting) facts about themselves.
3 Tags should write a blog post of these facts.
4 At the end of the post 8 more bloggers are tagged and named.
5 Go to their blog and leave a comment telling them they're tagged.


FACTS:

1. I have 10 pieces of religious art displayed around my room but I'm an atheist
2. I can't leave my car until I'm completely sure my car is perfectly aligned with the lines of a parking space or the curb
3. To fall asleep in under an hour I have to be watching tv in bed.
4. I have this really amazing farmers tan.
5. I can never decided if I like being in relationships or if men are really just too crazy to deal with on any sort of long term basis
6. I love the city I live in... you can never be board in LA  
7. I own a flask with the inscription " What wouldn't Jesus do?"
8. I still use the hand gestures and body language I picked up in India

i'm gonna have to think about it...

roots of heathen

No heritage or culture
Imagined empires at our feet
The tribe beats upon the bench
A country shadowed in defeat

They sing twelve tribes of Israel
But not here in Punkertown
Gray and white I am a heathen
My people have no chosen crown

Waving bibles soaked in petrol
My leaders burn our shantytown
They slam that bible on the pulpit
Grinding only poor men down

Liars talk of purity
They dream the super-race
I give my Scots-Armenian laugh
Into his Indu-Saxon face

But when power is turned to hunger
And scientists will tire of war
When money no longer has a number
We will see what prophets saw

                    -- Joe Strummer

Yes, I posted poetry on my page. Yes, I wrote it myself.  Yes, I took a poetry class.  And! Yes, I enjoyed it.