Ashes of American Flags

Ashes of American Flags
by Wilco

The cash machine is blue and green
For a hundred in twenties and a small service fee
I could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents
On Diet Coca-Cola and unlit cigarettes

I wonder why we listen to poets
When nobody gives a fuck
How hot and sorrowful
This machine begs for luck

All my lies are always wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new

I want a good life
With a nose for things
A fresh wind and bright sky
To enjoy my suffering

A hole without a key
If I break my tongue
Speaking of tomorrow
How will it ever come?

All my lies are always wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new

I'm down on my hands and knees
Every time the doorbell rings
I shake like a toothache
When I hear myself sing

All my lies are only wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new

I would like to salute
The ashes of American flags
And all the fallen leaves
Filling up shopping bags

New transhumanism group in Flickr

I've created a transhumanism group in Flickr. It's a place for people to post their photographs of anything related to transhumanist people, events, places and things.

I've already added my photos of the HETHR conference and a recent cryonics meet-up here in Toronto.

Please join in and add your photos to the pool!

Back from vacation

I've returned from my 2-week trip to Florida. You can read about my exploits at my other blog, Moment Slice. Check out some photos at my Flickr site.

On vacation, see y'all in September

George's Second Life

Me in real life.

Me in Second Life.

The resemblance is uncanny.
Join me in SL; I'm Ge0 Geoffrion.