Friday, March 29, 2002
Rise above the full moon apex that burst with the Passover massacre—petty, ancient squabble. The past brought us here, not to remember and hold her but to grow beyond her. I ask can a man be a man without first being a baby? Does a mature man still wear diapers? The holy land is united. To see this is to be free.

Imagine having nothing to fight for. The thought frightens even the holiest of pacifists.
- kimmel 10:41 PM

Thursday, March 28, 2002
George K. hums tunes of satisfaction.
- kimmel 10:35 PM

Wednesday, March 27, 2002
How I long for a room with shiny floors and a vintage fan and frosted pane’s angled open for the sunset’s sea breeze to push in and blow the cream, vinyl drapes like a heavy flag.
- kimmel 8:40 PM

Tuesday, March 26, 2002
As you support me, so shall I grow.
I am but a bud in the soil thirsting for water.
- kimmel 6:43 PM

Monday, March 25, 2002
I’m beginning to think there’s a certain faction of business owners displaying patriotic paraphernalia simply because they believe it is in vogue and will attract customers. Call me crazy.
- kimmel 7:11 PM

Sunday, March 24, 2002
Words are very important, use them with the utmost care.
- kimmel 3:37 AM

Saturday, March 23, 2002
This writing thing is killing me.
- kimmel 4:26 PM

Friday, March 22, 2002
I would like to say thank you to all the peoples out there willing to press on even though it seems greed, dishonesty, and illness, has won.
- kimmel 8:09 PM

Thursday, March 21, 2002
There’s a tails for every head, a pill for every disease, a black for every white.
- kimmel 4:44 PM

Wednesday, March 20, 2002
May all people savor the calculated distribution about this sphere of light and dark, day and night, that is the exact balance of the spring equinox.
- kimmel 8:59 AM

Tuesday, March 19, 2002
I dream awake and my dreams drive me mad. I’ve a semblance of logic to give me headaches. I remember a ladder and re-constructing my house, a negotiation if you will, between him and me, between madness and intelligence.

Washing canvas from the sea a golden leopard, dolphin swims with Anastasia.
My pain in my head is not mine. I am at peace. Surrender.

I fear the Ides of March. Darkness has settled with realism.
May I survive beyond illness of analysis.
- kimmel 6:44 AM

Monday, March 18, 2002
“Genius.”
“I think so.”
- kimmel 4:39 PM

Lately I've heard a lot about surviving in "these uncertain times."
I ask, when were times ever certain?
- kimmel 9:54 AM

Friday, March 15, 2002
Fireflies and Chinchillas crystallize above a parade, smirking with humming bird delight.
- kimmel 1:57 PM

Thursday, March 14, 2002
John Ashcroft wanted to throw his television out of the window when learning of the INS foul-up. George Bush couldn’t drink his coffee. This is why politics is nauseating.
- kimmel 6:18 PM

Wednesday, March 13, 2002
“When will you just stop looking for exterior form to replace interior creation? You are stuck, lost, bedeviled, forgotten, hardened, like some sea boulder—like a monster in a cage of his own design,” Jaime said.
- kimmel 8:43 PM

Tuesday, March 12, 2002
How is justice not a cunning illusion? What, with so many wicked minds pulling like tugboats on its mythical bow.

Andrea Yates is guilty of madness. To the stone casters methinks you’re role in this play shall never wane.
- kimmel 8:19 PM

Monday, March 11, 2002
There’s no justification for authority.
- kimmel 8:28 PM

Sunday, March 10, 2002
I’ve lost my penchant for cultural analysis. A time ago one would have found me huddled under a tree with a pen in hand using it as if it were a knife watching the blood as I scribed.

I have no need to explain myself with a levy of words and conjecture.
I have no need to prove myself with my words.
- kimmel 9:28 PM

Saturday, March 09, 2002
It's time for dinner and I'm not hungry. No I'm busy being steamed (like the broccoli I should be eating) about the modern epidemic of conforming non-conforming-ism. And let me say this anger's doing me a lot of good . . .
- kimmel 8:05 PM

Friday, March 08, 2002
Buddha left New Orleans stroking his fiddle and whistling mantras.
- kimmel 10:04 PM

Thursday, March 07, 2002
The last thing I learned was how to tie my shoes.
- kimmel 10:21 PM

Wednesday, March 06, 2002
Can’t you join with me in this horrendous harmony? Sweet rhythm and tepid serenity, the dream, silent, forever, brisk leaves, a grown-up’s love, smoke of Indian scent, a drone’s pace, a winking moon, a business man’s run, a splendid tune.

Please let my salty tear fall, so I can smell cotton candy and roasted corn, and drink from the coldest water, and climb the sappiest tree.
- kimmel 6:05 PM

Tuesday, March 05, 2002
“Nonsense.” Leo’s thick mustache—bristles of red, orange and brown—when he smiled a childish Cheshire smile the bushiness smothered his nostrils.
no no this won't work, this can't work, leo is more sinister than this?
Fuck. I don't know.
- kimmel 8:05 PM

Monday, March 04, 2002
Folks the new contest has begun. For those who don’t recall Jelly Filled Catharsis, in the interest of interactivity and virtual union, runs unique contests offering fabulous prizes to our readers. Our last contest bestowed the winner a cameo appearance in my new novel, tentatively titled, Dead in the Bathtub Water, scheduled for a first run printing of 50,000 copies. Yes, it’s true, Cami Walker, the winner, a real person, now appears in my novel. Here’s an excerpt.

The New Contest:
(Family members are ineligible, okay Uncle Howie!) The winner will join me, the author, for a book-signing extravaganza days after Dead in the Bathtub Water arrives in bookstores. Exact dates and location are still in the works. I suppose there are some legal things here, which I’ll figure out tomorrow when I devise the “Official Rules.” I’ll say this: No purchase necessary. (That needs to be said, right?) Here’s how you enter: Write something and e-mail it to me. The entry that grabs me—the most genuine one wins. No rules as to what to write. I guess I should limit the word count to like 10,000 or something. Unfortunately graphics cannot be included. If you win, and you are working on your own work, I will personally endorse (if you'd like) this work during the book-signing extravaganza—that’s if it’s something I feel I can endorse, which I'm sure based on your entry, I will. Please send only your work in. Not your friends. We have a polygraph here, you know. Guess what? We'll pick up the tab for your airfare and accommodations. Food etc. is up to you. Entries will be accepted only through e-mail. See left column for address. The winning entry will be published in this blog with the winner's permission. All other entries will be discarded after the contest.

I hope this seems fair to everyone. Good luck. You may begin sending your entries, now.
- kimmel 10:13 PM

Sunday, March 03, 2002
Give give give give, give give give give, give-give, give-give, give give give give.
- kimmel 6:31 PM

Saturday, March 02, 2002
Discover Ftrain.
Why it's just great; it’s beyond blogging, certainly beyond metablogging:
Glorious content, and organization, and humility—
Yes, I am floored and shaken. Flawless!
- kimmel 9:29 PM

Friday, March 01, 2002
“When the honest man stands. I will bow.”
- kimmel 10:55 PM