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Shoes Move your ass Make your pass Tell the laundromat the news We’re the loud ones We’re the proud ones Singin’ sweet and soulful blues Got no purpose Got no passion Drop the bomb without the fuse Get the lead out Drag the dead out Buy some mother-fuckin’ shoes

Sic Transit Gloria When I was young, This city brighter, Not old enough to know, What once was bright, Codemned to dim, As dirt upon fresh snow. I’m older now, This city bigger, Like cancer forced to grow, Outwards, upwards, As base erodes, Human glory for to show. Walk with me out of this city, Across the soft, cool land, Sic transit gloria mundi, Hold the skyline in your hand. I walked away, This city distant, Atop a lonely hill, Somehow bright, To jaded eyes, The sky a light did fill. So I looked down, This city fading, My thoughts alone with you, You are the light, Your beauty stays, Defiant, shining, true

Zen is a form of Buddhism that places great importance on moment-by-moment awareness. Life could use some zen. Life, at least the kind we're obliged to lead, imposes a tunnel vision on us. We see our goal, vague or defined, the same way a bullet sees its target. We take careful aim and we try to get there the same way a bullet does: Fast. Bloody fast. However, a monumental yet barely acknowledged amount of living screams past us in the fire and noise of the journey from the narrow focused planning of the chamber and our ultimate fate as we slam into our target or miss by a mile. So slow things down and observe the in-flight entertainm