I recently stole a blue ceramic mushroom off of the front lawn of one of my stops on my work route, with the intention of giving it to my high school history teacher. I've realized what a heap of bad karma this has most probably gained me, and I've decided to repaint and return the mushroom to its rightful color and home respectively. I will also leave an apology letter along with the mushroom explaining why I robbed its owners of it, and sending my condolences to their ceramic frog--for its short lived stand-in on the mailbox garden.
I really am sorry :(
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Reacting
Human reaction is not simply just an instant reflex, or at least it doesn't have to be. Us humans, we have the gifts of logic, reasoning, and patience to help us calculate our "reactions". Unfortunately, not all of us have mastered these gifts, so we let our rash thoughts become rash words, and rash words become rash actions, and then who cleans up the mess?
Sunday, September 20, 2009
The Afterlife
I was drving in my car today thinking about death when i thought up this crazy theory:
What if when we die, the way our "spirits" carry on is through our memory in our own minds. Now imagine we were also preserved in the minds of the people that knew us. Why not go further and say that the memory of the mere sight of us in the eyes of a stranger was enough to keep us in existence somewhere out there. Then you would have to believe that human thought creates existence. Well, wouldn't you agree? I mean, think about all of the things we see today that human thought has created. This to me demonstrates the one universal human superpower: the ability to make what we think and what we live one in the same. The laws of attraction... It is these laws in combination with the law of conservation of mass and energy that has led me to this theory.
Now, imagine your distorted image in the eyes of that stranger on the boardwalk... you may not look like yourself at all in his eyes, but you're nonetheless still you in that moment, so your consciousness channels into that moment and lives it again, in a sort of dreamlike reality. Imagine if that supernatural human power carried on into the afterlife. Imagine you could channel your consciousness to whatever memory you wanted, whether yours or your mother's, or your best friend's, our your husband's? Imagine it was an endless dream of dreams, and it was up to you to take the helm and journey through the stream of consciousness.
I wouldn't mind that. Sounds like fun.
What if when we die, the way our "spirits" carry on is through our memory in our own minds. Now imagine we were also preserved in the minds of the people that knew us. Why not go further and say that the memory of the mere sight of us in the eyes of a stranger was enough to keep us in existence somewhere out there. Then you would have to believe that human thought creates existence. Well, wouldn't you agree? I mean, think about all of the things we see today that human thought has created. This to me demonstrates the one universal human superpower: the ability to make what we think and what we live one in the same. The laws of attraction... It is these laws in combination with the law of conservation of mass and energy that has led me to this theory.
Now, imagine your distorted image in the eyes of that stranger on the boardwalk... you may not look like yourself at all in his eyes, but you're nonetheless still you in that moment, so your consciousness channels into that moment and lives it again, in a sort of dreamlike reality. Imagine if that supernatural human power carried on into the afterlife. Imagine you could channel your consciousness to whatever memory you wanted, whether yours or your mother's, or your best friend's, our your husband's? Imagine it was an endless dream of dreams, and it was up to you to take the helm and journey through the stream of consciousness.
I wouldn't mind that. Sounds like fun.
My Love Affair
For a whole year straight she captivated me, always keeping a grip just tight enough to softly, sweetly pull me back. every. time.
At first, we only flirted innocently. Exchanging glances. A little peck hear and there.
Soon, though, it began to escalade. Our moments together became more heated, more intense. I could smell the passion. This was no game anymore.
Little by little, she began to tip the scale, away from the light and into my head. She had a hold on me like no other.
As the white nights wore on, she mesmerized me with the sweet nothings she whispered into my veins.
One night, she tried to kill me... send me to hell...
She started with my heart, clenching my veins tighter and tighter. I was short of breath, struggling to work my lungs. My arms and legs may as well have not been there. My face became cold and numb as the light began to fade. Here comes the blackness, I thought, that eternal room... shivers ran down my spine... I felt as though I had been plunged into antarctic waters with cement boots. Then, she finally set me free, a trembling puddle of blood and tears, lying on my bedroom floor.
But I will always love her.
At first, we only flirted innocently. Exchanging glances. A little peck hear and there.
Soon, though, it began to escalade. Our moments together became more heated, more intense. I could smell the passion. This was no game anymore.
Little by little, she began to tip the scale, away from the light and into my head. She had a hold on me like no other.
As the white nights wore on, she mesmerized me with the sweet nothings she whispered into my veins.
One night, she tried to kill me... send me to hell...
She started with my heart, clenching my veins tighter and tighter. I was short of breath, struggling to work my lungs. My arms and legs may as well have not been there. My face became cold and numb as the light began to fade. Here comes the blackness, I thought, that eternal room... shivers ran down my spine... I felt as though I had been plunged into antarctic waters with cement boots. Then, she finally set me free, a trembling puddle of blood and tears, lying on my bedroom floor.
But I will always love her.
Here's the thing,
I appreciate your judgments and your criticisms on every goddamned thing I do or say or even think about. The venom you pour into my ears is lovely, really... but I've got one question:
Who the fuck asked you?
Who the fuck asked you?
One Last Dream
Sleep.
Endless repose.
Light shimmers
As the doors close.
The finish
Of the final chapter
Of your own tall tale.
Undeniably Infinite
Endless repose.
Light shimmers
As the doors close.
The finish
Of the final chapter
Of your own tall tale.
Undeniably Infinite
Genuine
Main Entry: gen·u·ine
Pronunciation: \ˈjen-yə-wən, -(ˌ)win, ÷-ˌwīn\
Function: adjective
Etymology: Latin genuinus innate, genuine; akin to Latin gignere to beget — more at kin
Date: circa 1639
1 a : actually having the reputed or apparent qualities or character
b : actually produced by or proceeding from the alleged source or author
c : sincerely and honestly felt or experienced
d : actual, true
2 : free from hypocrisy or pretense : sincere
synonyms see authentic
maybe one day.
Pronunciation: \ˈjen-yə-wən, -(ˌ)win, ÷-ˌwīn\
Function: adjective
Etymology: Latin genuinus innate, genuine; akin to Latin gignere to beget — more at kin
Date: circa 1639
1 a : actually having the reputed or apparent qualities or character
b : actually produced by or proceeding from the alleged source or author
c : sincerely and honestly felt or experienced
d : actual, true
2 : free from hypocrisy or pretense : sincere
synonyms see authentic
maybe one day.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Rainy days...
"...and I know the future's cloudy and grey. Record like mine, give up or go gay. You're looking down at me with blue and black eyes, spitting down a storm from purple night skies." -Max Bemis of Say Anything
Hi
I've decided to start up this blog as a way to sort of vent and relate to the world about certain things. Hopefully you understand me, but if you don't, I don't mind... Thanks, and enjoy.
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