Garbage In Garbage Out : Tech Blog

  The following is a transcript of the Barack Obama inaugural poem recited by Elizabeth Alexander, which I thought was great: Praise song for the day.

It had him acting so mad that he was Too Afraid to Swallow; His knee pain, literally means, see: A Single Leg to Stand On; Swimming so erratically, Heâ??s Struggling In Classes That Are Nothing To Know Symptoms last time, Branded In the Rib Like a Sacrificial Heydey Savior Her freedom sexually seems like “The [...]

What: I cannot do Is: What I wonâ??t Wrong: It may be With: Pure apathy Me. Who is â??Iâ?? The â??meâ? that I know Lives outside Myself, Just to the left Of center. Encased Defined Concerned Encircled Empty.

In the sun of the desert sky In the dirt that blows in my eye I searched my life for you In the palms of my fatherâ??s hands In the borders that police no manâ??s land I searched the lines for you In the mean and cold places, wrinkled faces, brutal races at the bases [...]

No-one mentions Athel trees Or the hamburger sand there Blown in sheets Jerusalem ought to choke rock sales Voodoo (and concerned with black males) Save the bullheads from the plot Pocketed bullets from the sailorâ??s lot Some burned pigs, wandering, lost there Tooth marked (and concerned with welfare) Mark the boundary with weeds Buried treasure, [...]

For Melissa Still, like the drifting desert sand Mojave knew. Dull, as the rusting cars there stand, Mojave blued. Eyes, wide open, tears run. Wild! Try. Try. Try. Sheâ??s never coming home. What was I thinking when you were sinking? (Where was my head? Where were my hands? Where was my heart?) Traded them in [...]

Youâ??ve spent the last seven years Trying to be the part Not the person Why? You love to like The need to leave but Cannot face the need to be Free. So hope becomes the frailest fortress Around the slightest of these vain things That, elitist brother feeds your pleasure Breathe.

For Rush Dragginâ?? my ass from Kansas City Looking for a quick score, a ride and some pity No luck with the pity hunt, just a ride from this stuck up cunt And of all places, she kicked me out here. So I wander the alleys of this piss of a town Except for one, [...]

I donâ??t know how a cherry tree relates to me Especially now that I donâ??t have one in my yard anymore. The only one I ever planted was small and thin and desperate to grow. I havenâ??t seen it since I sold out for a taste of something â??betterâ?. Most of the trees Iâ??ve planted [...]