Saturday, November 29, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
No Subject;;
The world is boring. Everything is premeditated. Everything is the same. The wind blows, the river flows, the sun rises, the moon falls. Babies are born, People die. Year after year.......its the same.
Our paths are set from the day we are born. Our clock starts ticking backwards from the time we take our first breath. Somewhere along the line we got this crazy idea we have free will. This is gods little white lie. See god realized the world he created was boring. So he decided he would amuse himself. He decides to write a book. He gives it to the most simple human he can find and tells him to spread the word. In this book, he gives us the power of free will. Along with some rules he made up because he was bored. when the silly human finished spreading the word, the fun started to begin. For the next Billion years, god sat at his little easel and watched the world and painted. He snickered at the people who fought in his name, and the wars his little book caused. He splashed some red onto his convase. he laughed at all the rulers who thought they could control the earth. he splashed alittle gold. he chuckled at the dreaming anarchists who thought they could make a difference. he splashed a bit of blue.
On and on, god watches the earth and paints his picture. He watches everyone live there life, painting it what ever color looks pretty at the time. Until that person gets boring, then he paints over you, and moves on to his next 'work of art'.
Our paths are set from the day we are born. Our clock starts ticking backwards from the time we take our first breath. Somewhere along the line we got this crazy idea we have free will. This is gods little white lie. See god realized the world he created was boring. So he decided he would amuse himself. He decides to write a book. He gives it to the most simple human he can find and tells him to spread the word. In this book, he gives us the power of free will. Along with some rules he made up because he was bored. when the silly human finished spreading the word, the fun started to begin. For the next Billion years, god sat at his little easel and watched the world and painted. He snickered at the people who fought in his name, and the wars his little book caused. He splashed some red onto his convase. he laughed at all the rulers who thought they could control the earth. he splashed alittle gold. he chuckled at the dreaming anarchists who thought they could make a difference. he splashed a bit of blue.
On and on, god watches the earth and paints his picture. He watches everyone live there life, painting it what ever color looks pretty at the time. Until that person gets boring, then he paints over you, and moves on to his next 'work of art'.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
seven nation army,
i still really love that song.
its been quite along time since ive bothered to post anything.
whether it was a lack of computer access or a lack of creative juice im not sure.
but here i am again.
october flew by in a fog
i could sit for hours explaining everything that has happened but i dont feel like writing it and you probably dont feel like reading it.
or care for that matter.
so lets start over.
im hoping november will be more satisfying than october was,
but with the push back of the new fall out boy albums release its starting to disappoint me.
i wish for summer again.
its been quite along time since ive bothered to post anything.
whether it was a lack of computer access or a lack of creative juice im not sure.
but here i am again.
october flew by in a fog
i could sit for hours explaining everything that has happened but i dont feel like writing it and you probably dont feel like reading it.
or care for that matter.
so lets start over.
im hoping november will be more satisfying than october was,
but with the push back of the new fall out boy albums release its starting to disappoint me.
i wish for summer again.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
eyesuckink,
Alex Pardee.
Bringing my most beautiful nightmares to life since 1976
hopefully ill be getting his new book soon
im very excited
=]
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
in loving memory...
Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air.
Where are the clowns?
Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can't move.
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.
Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours....
Making my entrance again with my usual flair.
Sure of my lines...
No one is there....
Don't you love farce?
My fault, I fear.
I thought that you'd want what I want...
Sorry, my dear...
And where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.
Don't bother, they're here.
Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career.
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns...
Well, maybe next year.....
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air.
Where are the clowns?
Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can't move.
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.
Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours....
Making my entrance again with my usual flair.
Sure of my lines...
No one is there....
Don't you love farce?
My fault, I fear.
I thought that you'd want what I want...
Sorry, my dear...
And where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.
Don't bother, they're here.
Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late in my career.
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns...
Well, maybe next year.....
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Genesis 2:17
But of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil,
thou shalt not eat of it:
for in the day that thou eatest thereof
thou shalt surely die.
thou shalt not eat of it:
for in the day that thou eatest thereof
thou shalt surely die.
Friday, September 12, 2008
dont let them see you cry,
Hard hearts are crashing in a crowded room.
the noise splits the air; Ringing, singing
i stand alone infront of the heart of my world
lights of purple and green and red flash across the floor
but all i can see is blue.
the moon shines pale across cold skin
as i look to my left and right
to one side i see the epidemy of how i want my life to be
and to the other stands a tall mirror,
i see nothing wrong with what is reflected back at me
until i see their faces turned behind me
and my heart sinks low, as i slowly drown again
this is not how its supposed to be
i am alone here, but i could never belong there
not with her, or him, or you
so where do you stand?
i would change in a heart beat if i could
turn my world completely upside down and inside out
but even if i did, the world i crave is still too far away
too beautiful, too smart, too talented
my hands could never touch, not even the surface
life is but a dream
and dreams are but life
allow me to wake up, and once again have life
leave this to my hopeless dreams
or my deepest nightmares.
the noise splits the air; Ringing, singing
i stand alone infront of the heart of my world
lights of purple and green and red flash across the floor
but all i can see is blue.
the moon shines pale across cold skin
as i look to my left and right
to one side i see the epidemy of how i want my life to be
and to the other stands a tall mirror,
i see nothing wrong with what is reflected back at me
until i see their faces turned behind me
and my heart sinks low, as i slowly drown again
this is not how its supposed to be
i am alone here, but i could never belong there
not with her, or him, or you
so where do you stand?
i would change in a heart beat if i could
turn my world completely upside down and inside out
but even if i did, the world i crave is still too far away
too beautiful, too smart, too talented
my hands could never touch, not even the surface
life is but a dream
and dreams are but life
allow me to wake up, and once again have life
leave this to my hopeless dreams
or my deepest nightmares.
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