I’m not really in your house.

Not really.

My words may be on your monitor. 

Perhaps I’ve made it that far.

But, even then, you may not be home.

You could be blogging from a cemetery like I often do (am doing).

Or sitting at a cyber kiosk in a minimum security prison bored out of your skull and wondering what the fuck that asshole notforprophet’s been doing lately.

My words aren’t really in your mind.

Not really.

You’ve opened your mind to perceptions.

You’re digesting symbols, absorbing energy, encountering the arcanum.

What once were my words somehow may now be activating a inner voice within.

Does that voice sound like me?  Like you?

Or is there no voice at all because your soul firewalls the extraneous?

I’m no longer here, wherever 'here' was once.

Not really.

I wrote these words long, long ago.  Felt the pain, then let it go.

Perhaps before blogging was even ever envisioned.

Certainly before Romeo wooed Juliet.

And now she breathes no longer.

O evil vial,  O trusty knife.

As Hurricane Katrina hit, I came down with the flu.  And just as its remnants passed through and by yesterday, and the sun returned, I revived entirely and became suddenly invigorated as I took to running in Dreamland again.  Just a strange personal coincidence, I guess.

The violence and lawlessness that is now epidemic in New Orleans provides the government precise support for its rationale to never announce an imminent asteroid collision with the Earth.  Granted, New Orleans is an already actualized, localized “loss of the world” for the unfortunate remaining there while the response to an announcement of an imminent asteroid collision would be entirely anticipatory and worldwide.   Still, when masses of amalgamated people face the “loss of the world”,  whether that world is the hood or the globe, whether the loss is actual or imminent, the brutality of lawless selfishness will manifest and attempt to dominate matters at hand.  And given that the lead time on announcing an  asteroid collision could be anywhere from 1 day to 15 years, the government simply will not, by proxy of an announcement, initiate an anticipatory panic that would lead to absolute terror, lawlessness, and societal dissolution.

But I wish they’d have a policy to reveal such to us at least one day  in advance.  A “One Day to Live” directive that admits: “Yeah, we knew about this killer asteroid 10 years ago, decided we couldn’t do anything about, decided telling the public would lead to a panic that would usher in a Reign of Darkness and Terror, so we kept it our own dirty little secret.  Our advice to you now?  Don’t go to work tomorrow.  Take the day off.  Enjoy yourselves.”

The overriding health case for the use of extra virgin olive oil.

The newly-found health benefits implicit in consuming coffee.

There’s 87 million internet users in China.  And nude web chats are a hot commodity.