The Good Word of Sprout

Location: Chicago, Illinois, United States

Friday, November 26, 2004

Please, please

Please, please, I implore you. Yes. Thank you, thank you, forever grateful. You're welcome, you're welcome. Love is ours. Gimme, gimme, give it to me. What? Or die, die, bloody and miserable. The first option please.

I want, I want, you take, you take, I respond, I respond, we settle.


Monday, November 22, 2004

A Link for Those Who Understand Consequences

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Monday, November 08, 2004

Redistribution of Wealth

Should the redistribution of wealth occur from the top down or from the bottom up?

From the bottom up, the wealth is in the form of four pennies per week multipled by perhaps one million times. Can these poor actually use the pennies? They can certainly use them four pennies to buy a pack of Newports or Newport Lights to split with their teenage children every one hundred twenty-five to one hundred twenty-seven weeks. So, the answer is yes.

From the top down, the wealth is in the form of one hundred thousand dollars per year (roughly two thousand dollars per week) multiplied by perhaps one hundred times. Can these very rich actually use the two thousand dollars? They can certainly use those two thousand dollars to buy a Hummer or three for their teenage son, who, under such expressions of wealth, might not hate them forever. So, the answer is yes.

Here we have a dilemma. Both groups can use the monies taken from them by the government, albeit for questionable purposes. However, through buying the cigarettes, the poor are actually enriching the rich, who, under our hypothesis, do not engage in redistribution of wealth. The rich, by buying the Hummer(s), also enrich the rich. The equation balances on one side, but not on the other. You be the judge.


Friday, November 05, 2004

George W.

Jesus Christ, can you imagine five million Americans voting on the basis of "moral values?" "Moral values" are an issue created by Republicans, which include abortion, gay marriage, stem cell research, etc, designed to overshadow the moral values denigrated by bombing un-American families, destroying un-American villages, and this apparently self-evident statement: un-Americans' lives and loves are not as important as money or Texas Justice!

I have often thought what I would say to Mr. Bush should I be in the front row of some taxpayer-funded-blood parade, and he emerged from his bulletproof limosine to shake some hands. I feel myself so overcome with rage that I cannot bear to do anything but spit. This bothers me because he is not worth my spit. It is not Mr. Bush who destroys the world. It is you and I, our appetite for gasoline and convenience, our sense of inadequacy brought to us by advertising, and the fact that America is designed for protection of wealth.


I want my wealth protected because I am afraid of not having a wonderful home attractive to women (which I do not have). I am afraid of the impoverished, of their casual attitude toward violence, of their belief in God. I am afraid of those larger than me, of those with larger members than I have, of not having an equalizer. I am afraid of death, of meaninglessness, of most beautiful women. I am afraid of well-dressed gays, of cults, of animals that do not make a beeline for my crotch (and those that do). I am afraid that my mind cannot function without my body, which I neglect. Wealth seems the only way to combat these fears, and if it is not protected, what happens next?

Hypocrisy falls.


The thing is...

The thing is...
that I want to be a man so specialized in certain devices
that I created my own style of sexuality
that I wrote, sentence by sentence, but of course...
failed to account for the period.

The thing might be...
that I am a dream of another thing
that dreamed of me to alleviate his pain
that haunted him every day,
cocaine-until-stroke, but of course...
I got erased.

The thing is not...
that I am impotent so much as
that I am so potent to render my member ineffectual to tame
that power which reverberates through it
that while erect can generate megawatts of electricity, but of course...
does not because once I had relations with a death-row inmate.