My Sister

My sister is a scientist that doesn't believe in global warming. She believes that aliens are frequently monitoring our lame little planet. (and probing our cattle) She has an absurd distrust for our government. (as she should) She can write poetry like a wise pessimistic artist that has been doing it for years. She has the ability to do great things. She is a handful. She has a beautiful child who may have been a gift from god. She believes in the god particle, but not in god. She likes to leave long messages over my vox, after I clearly set a 30 second vox rule. (annoying) She often offers me blind praise the same way amaurotic mothers patronizes their disappointing children (Good job, great effort, I love you not matter what). She has been a disappointing child. But haven't we all?  She will never provide her future child with an awesome name like Mallurca, or an even cooler middle name like Boom! (MIA BOOM) She's an excellent speaker.  She can wing it. She can 25 cent wing it.  She is a cynic. Like most 20 something year olds in my family.  She believes she knows it all. Like most 20 something year olds in america. She is a crazy cat women with out the cat. She is a short person. She is a very short person. She will get older one day, She will say, Wow, I didn't know shit when I was younger. She is not there yet. She will no longer be a cynic. She will be a liberal. And she will pick a side because fighting the system ultimately gets you no where, Embrace the ultimate "give-up". I have. I have been the ultimate devils advocate. The ultimate cynic. She is my sister. And she is amazing. But what do I know, I still don't know shit at 30.