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Smile at Me-World Peace via International Friendship

[ Saturday, June 12, 2004 ]



My favorite part of the funeral for Reagan last night was when his daughter spoke about a goldfish funeral Ron had helped her with. He had told her not to be sad, because now the fish was swimming in a clear blue river in heaven, and now it could swim as far as it wanted, because there were no limits on that river. So when his daughter went back in the house and looked at the three remaining goldfish, she asked her dad if they should kill the rest of them, so they all could swim free! It was funny, but it was scary. Imagine if that persuasive power of the president's personality had been used for evil instead of good.

David Blaine [4:21 PM]

[ Friday, June 11, 2004 ]


Lost One

The Blogrolling link to insIDEAmind no longer works, and I don't have an e mail address. Anyone who can help with a point?

David Blaine [1:26 PM]

[ Thursday, June 10, 2004 ]



Brick upon brick, stone upon stone
workman supplying his sinew and bone
memory buildings for lives that were spent
men who left family and never came home.

To north Atlantic beach they went
in southeast Asian jungles sent
Pacific rim on ships were bound
for good or evil was it meant?

The obelisk and column round
erect here on this bloodied ground
whether monument or man you praise
the shot and shell no longer sound.

So marble walls or granite raise
the memory dims, the building stays
but gaze on these and count the cost
and pray we see no more those days.

and all the currency we lost
lay rotting now beneath the frost.

David Blaine [1:40 PM]

[ Tuesday, June 08, 2004 ]



            "Never to suffer would never
             to have been blessed" Edgar Allan Poe

beat me bend me
break me into three pieces
hurt me
for when I feel no pain
it hurts too much
beckon me
to work with you in the swelter
better to labor in the heat
than stand alone in the cold
lead me
into the teeth of a gale so intense
that the driven rain rips my face
better to taste the salt of warm blood
than the salty tears of remorse
chastise me
and purge me
of my oily residue
and cleanse me
of my foul pollution
reshape me
into your triune image
bestow me
with new vision to see thee
redeem me
with that scapegoat golden
and fruit sacrificial
then forget me
obliterate me
erase all record of me
be me

David Blaine [7:47 AM]