Social Insurgent pt. 1

I’m in a crowded room drenched in red, drowning in glare
Where every whispered assumption and every silent condemnation
Is testament to the bomb strapped to my chest.
One might say, “he commands the attention of a room.”
As the nitroglycerin is kissed by cellular trigger.
Ring, ring, ring.

In appreciation

Thanks to the one-man on the bar stool,
You’ve given me a fresh supply of not being able to.
Its not bad or great,
Just a laundry list of what the fuck?
And whose to blame?
I can always hit mutate,
Replicate like bacteria and facilitate those situations
Where it feels like gravity is another investor in my demise.
Unwilling to let the overhead float above the margins.
We’re drinking the error
And I’m oh-so-consolable
By the amount of hope that has been shoved up my ass

Argument Tactics

Words as accidents
Covered by the assurance
They will be repeated,
Used as blunt objects,
Or surgical tools,
To reopen old wounds
How many stitches does it take,
To close up that hurt?
Does your indemnity plan
cover failure of internal editing?
Metastasized in the middle of an argument.
Better take out another policy
Once this is done.

Critical Mass Revisited

PREFACE: I was looking around online to see if I could find some info on CM rides or some photos from the CM ride I was on a few weeks back. I found this on DIGG and thought it was worth commenting on as I had noticed some recklessness from cyclists and some aggressive behavior (plus the ominous absence of the Mission Hills Bike Shop boys). anyway, check it out. heres the comment I left there.
i’ve been doing cm rides on and off. half the time, at least in san diego it is a positive experience but i’ve noticed on the last few rides that more assholes are joining in, basically reminds me of how a lot of skateboarders didn’t really skate for fun but to engage in criminal activities, graffing stuff with lame tags, harassing people – gang mentality, etc. anyway, i thought your commentary on the matter was interesting and for the most part agreeable. two main things happened on the last ride that made me question why i was taking part in it. 1. an elderly woman got harassed while trying to get through a ‘circled’ intersection. it didn’t get out of hand but as a cowardly bystander some 20 feet away i felt ashamed i was in the same vicinity as the people mocking her – i mean she’s someones grandmother. i know i’d fuck someone up for doing that to my mom or gran. the 2nd thing that happened was going down a side street a bunch of the rowdier types started riding in the other lane into oncoming traffic. I, and a few others, yelled at them to ‘follow the rules’ of the road, whatever that means but to no avail. most of them were pounding tall boys, being obnoxious. while the romance of watching hundreds of rear lights blinking is pretty remarkable, this particular subculture/protest seems to do more harm than good.