Struggle; it's what's for dinner

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you: Michael, the Embarrassment. 

I know nothing. I am consistently upset by all that I do not know. I do not know how to build a house. My grandfather did! He built his own house. What a man! 

I can not say anything to that effect. 

He built a house. I dunno, like, eighty years ago. A HOUSE! I just cannot get over this. A house is such an involved project: wood working, carpentry, flooring, HVAC, roofing, painting, porch making, garage making, electrical work, plumbing....he did it all. If there was something that he did not know, why, he surrounded himself with people of similar talents.

"So, what you're saying Michael, is that he was only friends with people in a handy-man's guild?"

No! He was not judging his friends off of silly criterions like a man's ability to skin a deer, he simply took those talents for granted.

Nowadays, building a house is a big deal. I mean, fuck, look at me: I'm hyping it up like it is the greatest thing ever. But think; it used to be taken for granted.

What happens when you take things for granted? 

You lose them. Forever.

Put me in my grandfather's house, and I will be an embarrassment to its prestige.  I could not fix a leak, I could not solder capacitors onto the breakers. If I were at its helm, that house would fall.

Don't take people for granted. Don't take the people you love for granted. Because all of that pride, all of that ebullience, all of that love...it goes downhill in a hurry. Your only slim chance at getting back is chasing it down, following that motherfucker into the depths of depravity, pulling it out of the muck with your teeth, stripping the rust off with your nails, and worshiping it because you worked your heart until it begged to stop...so that you could even THINK of earning it. 

Love is the greatest gift.  You don't deserve it. I especially don't. But just because the house doesn't work out, doesn't mean you need to burn it down.  Take a breather and let a guy catch up.

Love,

-Michael Lawrence Schramm

Stars

Live through this and you won't look

back.

Tanka

A gift of burden,

she donated to

teach me a lesson.

But all that I learned, is

to run away from her death.

Tellif.

If you are not in the majority you are wrong.

"Why, that's bullshit, sir. What if the majority is wrong?"

What you say is going against fundamental cornerstones of Democracy! Of Capitalism! Of the God-blessed U S of A! Out infidel, LEAVE!

Something to that effect occured a few days ago in English.  The class received our test scores.  I did well, but one of the questions and my subsequent "incorrect" answer troubled me. Upon asking her, I debated the reasoning for my case.

Oh, that is a very intriguing answer. I can see why you thought that, and you defended your case excellently. Class, who else put (somebullshitmultiplechoiceletter) for #32?

We'll stay conservative and call it seven hands.

Oh my, it does appear that you are not in the majority.  I am terribly sorry, but your answer just does not have basis now.

.....

What the fuck? The majority is the deciding factor? The majority thought the Jews were the cause of their problems; Churchill himself was for anti-Semitism. So, the destruction of the Jewish culture is then warranted? The death of JESUS CHRIST is then warranted? No, not just warranted. Upon this premise of the majority rules no matter how retarded, the rest of the public is left to ascertain that the death of JESUS CHRIST was GOOD?

I'm atheist, and even I think that's fucked up.

My wall is my door

I've noticed there is blood on my wall

I've noticed there is blood on my wall

I stumbled upon it when my cat did too

But she's probably known of it for some time.

It froze me for a second or two

I'm not proud of it, I worried too soon

I thought I'd have to do something about it

But there's not enough wet to wash it in time.

I thought of what to do with it

And collected a piece of it, just a bit

I drove it to town, up in downtown

Cute girl at the desk was mad for taking my time.

The first scientist analyzed with a frown

And the second seconded his concluded frown

I thought it to be an aimless endeavor

But I needed to do something with my time.

I came home washed blood from my wall

I came home washed blood from my wall

I came home washed blood on my wall

I came home washed blood on my wall

Earlier before this time

I should've explained, but I was scared:

The wall is a door is a wall is a door is a wall is a door is my wall is my door;

I'm scaring my scares by opening the sores.