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    Mood: The Usual

    ...Created 2009-11-02 12:25:05

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    Mood: The Usual

    Climate Denial Crock of the Week: "The Medieval Warming Crock"

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    ...Created 2009-11-02 09:50:15

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    Mood: The Usual

    Climate Denial Crock of the Week: Solar Schmolar


    ...Created 2009-10-28 11:08:52

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    Mood: The Usual

    Never ending rain
    seeps through the cracks in the walls
    flooding the lower floors
    turning feet into prunes.
    Topsoil all saturated
    with months long soak
    bedrock to water table
    raising the landscape in a parabola
    cresting creek into whitewater
    pushing rivers past their banks.

    I used to like rainy days
    such lovely connotations
    sleep late
    dreams dripping in downpours
    that confiscate the soul
    and whisk away the dry sarcasm.

    Now I dream floating cars
    and floating babies,
    mold and mildew.
    And wake to the same.

    Memory so contradictory,
    could swear it was never ending drought
    plaguing my homeland
    denying crops their drinks
    not drowning them in it.

    They say it happens every hundred years.
    Hundred year floods.
    Hundred year drought.
    Now happens in less than a decade.

    W
    T
    F

    I've got scratch paper at the ready
    can show the work
    gladly
    willingly
    take a look
    believe for one moment
    that a virus can take down an elephant
    or would you prefer shots of iron?

    ...Created 2009-10-27 13:33:44

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    Mood: The Usual

    Never ending rain
    seeps through the cracks in the walls
    flooding the lower floors
    turning feet into prunes.
    Topsoil all saturated
    with months long soak
    bedrock to water table
    raising the landscape in a parabola
    cresting creek into whitewater
    pushing rivers past their banks.

    I used to like rainy days
    such lovely connotations
    sleep late
    dreams dripping in downpours
    that confiscate the soul
    and whisk away the dry sarcasm.

    Now I dream floating cars
    and floating babies,
    mold and mildew.
    And wake to the same.

    Memory so contradictory,
    could swear it was never ending drought
    plaguing my homeland
    denying crops their drinks
    not drowning them in it.

    They say it happens every hundred years.
    Hundred year floods.
    Hundred year drought.
    Now happens in less than a decade.

    W
    T
    F

    I've got scratch paper at the ready
    can show the work
    gladly
    willingly
    take a look
    believe for one moment
    that a virus can take down an elephant
    or would you prefer shots of iron?

    ...Created 2009-10-27 12:56:06

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    Mood: The Usual

    ...Created 2009-10-27 09:08:40

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    Mood: The Usual

    Seeking and hiding a new light to master
    you'll clamp down your hand now and ensure disaster
    thoughts running all rampant like flies on the carcass
    you blood drinking hate thinking bringing all darkness
    like wise sage say ice age a flicker of madness
    you sing now to beggars and bathe in the traffic
    and deep in the dark heart a billowing blackness
    a smoke filling green killing deafening sadness
    you're lying through teeth gums black leaves in the autumn
    a muckraking death making beast from the bottom
    you lie like the artist the seer the poet
    you lie with such ease now you lie and you know it
    so calm and so cool with your fake facts and vision
    you'll lie to the grave greed green lies now your mission
    you weave and deceive you confuse and contort
    you're selling your soul with each truth you distort
    your greed become hobby your habit you prophet
    your market is growing and death be your profit
    you'll lie till you die with such cunning such malice
    our species survival such threats to your palace
    you lie to your sisters your daughters your brothers
    your children your nieces your wives and your others
    you lie and they die and so long ever after
    the world does not end still your death in the rafters
    AND bringing such chaos such untold disaster
    your lies will define you your death now our answer

    ...Created 2009-10-22 15:03:52

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    Mood: The Usual

    Seeking and hiding a new light to master
    you'll clamp down your hand now and ensure disaster
    thoughts running all rampant like flies on the carcass
    you blood drinking hate thinking bringing all darkness
    like wise sage say ice age a flicker of madness
    you sing now to beggars and bathe in the traffic
    and deep in the dark heart a billowing blackness
    a smoke filling green killing deafening sadness
    you're lying through teeth gums black leaves in the autumn
    a muckraking death making beast from the bottom
    you lie like the artist the seer the poet
    you lie with such ease now you lie and you know it
    so calm and so cool with your fake facts and vision
    you'll lie to the grave greed green lies now your mission
    you weave and deceive you confuse and contort
    you're selling your soul with each truth you distort
    your greed become hobby your habit you prophet
    your market is growing and death be your profit
    you'll lie till you die with such cunning such malice
    our species survival such threats to your palace
    you lie to your sisters your daughters your brothers
    your children your nieces your wives and your others
    you lie and they die and so long ever after
    the world does not end still your death in the rafters
    AND bringing such chaos such untold disaster
    your lies will define you your death now our answer

    ...Created 2009-10-22 14:24:26

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    Mood: The Usual

    ...Created 2009-10-21 10:57:07

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    Mood: The Usual

    ...Created 2009-10-12 11:20:04

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