Patriotic or insulting?

I don't really care which way you look at it, the REAL issue here is the fact that this photo, this photo was published in Peru's national magazine. This is a HORRIBLE photo! The model looks like a tranny (no offence to trannies) and to be honest, I could probably take this photo in some backyard in California with my digital camera. The angle isn't complimentary and the lighting is not in the least bit alluring. The true punishable criminal here is the photographer.

My personal opinion on this stupid story: she looks cold and uncomfortable and while I don't think she deserves to go on trial for insulting her native country, Peru (because obviously she's just a cold idiot), I don't think she should be commended for exhibiting her patriotism either.

Dear Grant, I know that you wanted this to be a place where thoughts could flow freely among friends but I think this is an appropriate time to tell you that I don't think this is going to work. This is the first post in almost 2 months. I have only two posts to my credit and the first was retarded to say the least. The second was just a picture I found amusing.


I've added a couple more because I still have a spark of hope left for your dream but if I am the next person to post it may indeed be the end. Perhaps you should send personalized invitations to your friends to sign on to this?

Part Two of a Poetic Triptych

From whence I came and whence I went
I filled my lungs my heart with sent
So potently adamant,
Spiritually impotent,
Surging with nothing but
This, so inadequate.

Wafting away through porous skin,
Wishing for something more lived in.

I came to conclusions so
Far from my mind’s unknown
Recesses, sediment
Settled on heart’s content
Only to feel distant
Only to see this end

Wafting from hardened skin
Wishing for all life’s sins.

Known but not loved once more.
Loved but not known I pour
Drops, call it eloquent,
It’s all that I have left.
Not enough to repent
Of life’s hard, discontent

Wafting of liquid skin
Wishing for love again.

Apparently I have to blog this first to get it as my picture...Lord help me...I don't think I can do this... 

For Chad...from Megan

Part One of a Poetic Triptych

Nestled in sympathy
Falling apart.
Through distinctions unknown
To a lessening heart.

Through years of digression,
Twenty false starts,
A million poor choices;
Self-destruction, or art?

Reconciled through excess
Knowing no ends,
Rivulets of a life dry
Through self-made faulty ground.

Shunning of all helpful
Words that abound…
Self-sacrifice? Hardly.
More like self-pity, now.

A light might be seen, though.
Visible to
A home at rock bottom
Without much of a view.

A faint silhouette is
Now likened to
A mirage from the gods
That’s too good to be true.

Since I love unnecessary things so much...

...I thought I'd make a page for art, poetry, video clips, and other stuff that clogs up my attempts at writing on 50Fifty. So here it is.

This seriously might die in like 2 days, so don't be surprised if it disappears.

Also...I want this to be a site for art, poetry, etc from everyone, not just me. SO...send me your stuff! Send me links to music videos and clips, send me your poems, send me your drawings/sketches, just don't send me your poor humbled masses yearning to breathe free. You can send those somewhere else.

So with no further ado:

Gentlemen......BEHOLD!


P.S. If you want to be added to the site so you can simply post stuff yourself, just ask!