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Don't Panic Space Travelers. This all makes sense in bizzaro earth were we all have mustaches.

I'm going backpacking in Santiago
Canada is a little town in Santiago
They only use sporks to eat
it's really dry there so
bring a towel
the game stadium in the heart of little Canada
Canada is of course the second largest city in Santiago
Did you know that most of our bread comes from Santiago?
I bet you know that if you eat pizza
Pizza is basically bread with ketchup on top and hot dogs
it's from Santiago's capital: Germany!
nope I'm sober as a printer
not a drop in me
I'm dry as the moon
top of my class in geography
I got a W in the class
Teacher's pet
I brought her a banana and put it on her desk
She'd drink down the banana and during recess
I'd pay on the tennis field
afterwards, it was juice time
so I got some milk and ate it
got home from school and laid down on the toilet
went fishing with my dad and caught a sparrow
he said that someday we'd go to Canada
and I might catch a seagull

Warning Space Travelers. When you learn something about the world that you thought was totally opposite about, it can make you loose your bearings.

All Is Not

Our Obligation: To forget fairness,
In war, in love, unless we: The victors.

Embarrassingly employing the most ironic of methods:
Mouthing and Muttering over and over what we know is false,
Ad nauseum, we purchase the pitiful lie we sell ourselves.

Never challenging the wise with the wisdom we aren't supposed to have.
Or want. Or care about. Be about.
Believe as I do, doing more than just accepting the convention: A duty.

Free to fashion the contrarian's clothes.
If you like the look, you can tailor them in time.
Dare to ignite and inspire some overdue discomfort,
Achieve amorous adoration for your audacity.

All was never fair in love and war.
Too many lost wars, lost lovers.
Yet, our response: recite the lie; repeat.
A chorus for cowards too afraid to just ask for what they deserve:

A whole world.
An ethical earth.

Be furious, we deserve it. Please, purge.
Mourn, but make sober self. Resolve.

It is the war we wage, unwillingly.
It is our love we labor, and loses its color in patience.
Help us, that our hurt is humanized, honored.

Fair in love and war, all is NOT
Error, an excuse from equity



Good evening Space Travelers. I was reading back in the blog, and realized I haven't been doing too much original writing lately. I was driving home from work today when it occurred to me how bullshit the old saying "all is fair in love and war" actually is. The author of such tripe I'm sure would find no difficulty in elaborating on the injustice they endure given the right war or given the wrong love. It seemed to me that the only reason we feed into this meme is that it insulates us from the greater challenge of compassion. We are not entitled shelter from the discomfort of seeing our fellow man dragged in loss.

This is not the way of the world I want for myself or you.

LOST Chapter 24, Verse 4: Where Were You Part 2

And now, the exciting conclusion Space Travelers. Thanks for your patience.

LOST Chapter 24, Verse 3: Where Were You Part 1

It took me a while Space Travelers, but I'm actually doing it. Stay patient, and know that the vLogs are on their way. More to come soon, but today here is the first of two from back in January.