they that have pow'r to hurt, and will do none,

They that have power to hurt, and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow;
They rightly do inherit heaven's graces,
And husband nature's riches from expense;
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others, but stewards of their excellence.
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself, it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester, smell far worse than weeds.
#94

HBO sounds like BO

I don't have HBO but I really don't feel like I am missing out on much. I rarely watch tv for several reasons--one of which is I just don't have time.
I did happen to watch a few minutes of the 2004 Republican National Convention. Sad really. Comical...
Bush lauded as bold, decisive
Speaker after speaker Monday evening at the Republican National Convention said President Bush's resolve in defeating terrorism demonstrates the need to re-elect him. Former New York Mayor Rudy Giuliani, in office at the time of the September 11 attacks, said Bush "sees world terrorism for the evil that it is," while Democratic opponent John Kerry "has no such clear, precise and consistent vision."

yawn.

throw-away society

today after buying my grande, non-fat latte at Starbucks with a plastic lid and paper sleeve, I took a plastic spoon from the counter, mixed in raw sugar, pitched the paper sugar container and threw the spoon in the trash can. I felt guilty upon leaving. I should have licked the spoon and put it back in the container.

It's cold and dark out today. A full moon tonight--
and it is August 30. I suck in to avoid the blow to stomach whenever I think something may inflict pain.

I slept on the couch and dreamed of my old church in Florida, St. Mark's. There was a Catholic confirmation in process and I was the lay reader. I sat in back. It felt like I was in a show more than a worship service. There was a train ride just to get to the altar. I never made it to the front for some reason--not even during communion. The trainride was endless.
Later, I contracted herpies but had no idea how. Passing miles of chintz and antique stores, my dad found a Walgreens and bought me and my sisters single stem roses. Mine was orange. They were hideous. There were special buds for sale at teh counter for $6.50 each. They were as big as a softball and floated on the water like those cheesy candles at an evening wedding reception.
We had to return the money collected at the offertory to the church. My sister Becky thought one of us stole her money. It was in a paper envelope stuck in a wad at the bottom of my purse.
My great aunt showed up (she is 87) and then we went to the house to eat ham.

I woke up drenched in sweat, covered in blankets--Lilly curled up under my arm.
Today is August 30. Are you ready?