"Americans used to say where there's a will, there's a way. Nowadays, it's where there's a pill, there's a way out." - - Burnt Toast

Election Day Rush. . .

. . .and I ain't talking about at the polls!



There are those who think that life
Has nothing left to chance
With a host of holy horrors
To direct our aimless dance

A planet of playthings
We dance on the strings
Of powers we cannot perceive
The stars arent aligned ---
Or the gods are malign
Blame is better to give than receive

You can choose a ready guide
In some celestial voice
If you choose not to decide
You still have made a choice

You can choose from phantom fears
And kindness that can kill
I will choose a path thats clear
I will choose free will

There are those who think that theyve been dealt a losing hand
The cards were stacked against them ---
They werent born in lotus-land

All preordained
A prisoner in chains
A victim of venomous fate
Kicked in the face
You cant pray for a place
In heavens unearthly estate

Each of us
A cell of awareness
Imperfect and incomplete
Genetic blends
With uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt
That's far too fleet...

Anonymous –   – (Tuesday, November 4, 2008 at 8:32:00 PM CST)  

"And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet, axe, and saw."

Rush: The pot of gold at the end of world's longest interstate off-ramp.

Burnt Toast  – (Thursday, November 6, 2008 at 7:13:00 AM CST)  

Gladdis, I will speak to you in code:

b4,9,2,5,xt,6

copy?

Anonymous –   – (Saturday, November 8, 2008 at 2:48:00 PM CST)  

X3, b7, 39

I'll tell you about little green lizards. ;)

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