Cataclysm Sermon

I used this piece in workshop Monday, thanks for the great feedback!!

Open Letter, to those who'll have it.

D not deprive us of the good because of your hatred towards the world. The end maybe near but it is not here yet, so stop fretting and let us get on this jet-plane and take off into the sunrise. The controllers watch every move we make, all we have to do is fly low and they won't, they can't bring us down. We are all slaves to our own vices but don't let those chemicals that do not exist dictate your life. A totalitarian dictatorship of propaganda and karma machines, keeping us entangled in this intricate web of sorrow and deceit. We need to break through to curve, destroy it in fact. Let us abolish the restraints that keep us from reaching full human potential. Cautious and nauseous about wanting to be the best, but where does it end?
Let the sun shine down on you my siblings so you see yourself in the true light, for then we can finally reach self-actualization under these pretentious conditions. Meet me at the cataclysm; let us hold those guilty of wrong-doings, which we have revered as leaders. this is not propaganda in itself, this is a mere letter of suggestion, to spin your cranial activities into a thought deeper than before. Let us not do things because we are told, but to do them because we feel them, without acting upon what is real to us, we could never have free will, and would disappoint our founding fathers idea of "we the people."

I don't remember writing this

Her eyes they take me over, they possess me, exorcist… I need one. Heart… I need one; I have this empty feeling and space in my body that cannot be full unless I retrieve what matters most? But what is it that matters most; does it not differ from you to me? What matters to me? Well there are women, food, sex, sports, music, comedy, games, and inspiration. But what am I inspired by? I do not know, how could I possibly know.

Me and Jesus

The day started out with an argument about women’s pant sizes. Odd, yes I know, but the discussion was really interesting. Me being the connoisseur of useless information I happened to know that a with women’s pants you just add 21, and you have the male equivalent. So we Googled it and what do you know I was right.
The argument was that a women with size 24 pant size was voluptuous but not 500 pounds, the girl arguing with me was a size 3, so I had a feeling she had no clue what she was talking about. So I set out to find the truth behind these points. Jesus offered to drive, so we went to Fashion Bug to see just how big women’s size 24 really was. When we got there, and got past the stairs of the workers, we arrived at the plus sized rack. And what do you know a size 24 sitting there gleaming. I picked it up, unhinged it from the hangers, and held it to my waist. I was right, size 24 isn’t that big.
The fun did not stop there however, Jesus and I went to the mall after that, and went video game shopping, each loaded with around one hundred dollars, we bought games that reminded us of our child hood, like “frogger” and “death to all humans”. After that we ventured over to the arcade, where we played deal or no deal, and each won around 200 tickets. I got the 200, he took the deal. Then we cashed in our tickets, and were amazed by the ladies ticket counting abilities, she was faster than the speed of light, and counted them accurately. She counted so fast it sounded like when we use to put the card in the spokes of our mountain bikes. Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick. So we purchased some water gun lizards and about 100 army men and were on our marry way.
After the arcade bonanza we went to FYI listened to some Viking death metal, then went to Auntie Annes for some blue raspberry dutch ice. A few brain freezes later, we were back on the way home. What a grand adventure, one that I can tell my grandchildren.

Blood on the asphalt

Deep red majestic blood spilling down upon the tar-ridden driveway. 1,2,3 shots explode out of the barrel as they zoom into the young prince's cranium. Hectic times, kids screaming, lack of breathing. Ambulance sirens screech through the commercial areas, Doppler effect in full effect. Squealing tires as the life-mobile pulls to stop. Paramedics shoot out faster than the shooters heart. The shooter is running to a roof top, big blue in hot pursuit, he arrives there 30 flights later, once he reaches, he sees the world all around, decides to be a statistic with just one round. His life goes off the edge, his life coming to a halt, because now like his victim, his blood is on the asphalt.

Freaks

Then there's those freaks who just volunteer and the people who just settle for things the don't want to. Reminds me of myself, settling for things I shouldn't have to, because I'm a lazy, procrastinating asshole. After all effort is futile if it's put towards an undesirable outcome. "Reason is not automatic, those who deny it, cannot be conquered by it. Do not count on them. Leave them alone." Ayn Rand said that, to which I reply... Reality can only be received by one's not int heir own, because the main component of reason is the audience's ability to apply it.

Umbrella

He left his house, rubber hat and coat in hand, driving to see Chloe. He arrived at her house soaked with heavens' excretion. To which he said to her "little damp" as she laughed and grabbed her umbrella, they descended out into a sea of wet dictatorship, with the one intent regime striking down upon them. All alone with the clear soldiers of misfortune. He and Chloe, fought the fight with but one weapon, an umbrella, holding of fiends and villains of mist and moisture, like a shield sent from the gods themselves, Depressing nature trying to ruin another joyous night.

Cliche-Cliche

A dark and stormy night
The streets were dark,
as this wet clear apocalypse held it's regime on our hat baring heads.
As we walked through oceanic puddles,
knee deep in cold pits of sorrow,
boxes with engines,
soared past and sent monsoons of the filthy element directly into our brains,
light poles and fire hydrants glistening,
with the torrential downpour worst of the decade,
precipitation mounts more than anticipation,
the bright new day around the corner,
as the day is darkest before the dawn.

Authentic Desires 2

Had a philosophy paper due today, and I thought it'd create an interesting blog post.

I was pondering my thought process of the things I do, whether it be my own authentic desires, conformity, expectations from others or falsehoods. Then when I created my list of authentic desires I began to understand my true feelings and not just the one’s of my public image. We all see ourselves than what we are perceived as by others, why that is I do not know, but I do not think that it will stop in the foreseeable future. I see this lasting through the existence of mankind because much like the United States government, we care more about foreign affairs than our own domestic problems. And why that is, I also do not know. Catering to others before ourselves is not my opinion of the best course of action, yes… we should care, protect and help others, but if it destroys us is it worth the sacrifice? Some would respond, yes… and their reasoning might be that if we did not take care of each other, we would ultimately fail as a species, I would respond with that is true, but the more cases in which we bail out others, we give up another piece of ourselves. And please do not misconstrue this as me saying we should not help anybody under any circumstance because that is not what I am saying. My intentions are pure, and I always will support coming to the aid of the helpless, but like the cliché says, give a man a fish… feed him for a day, teach a man to fish… feed him for a lifetime.

Authentic Desires

In Order
1. Money
2. Stability
3. No Responsibility
4. Love
5. Respect
6. Independence
7. Truth
8. Security
9. Freedom
10. Excellence

Notebook reflection

That was interesting, critiquing my own work, taking the raw expression of pen to paper and making it cold and formal in a blog post. Yes it still has expression and images, but now they're for the audience and not just for myself. I found myself cutting out things that only made sense to me like clever inside jokes, lyrics, quotes, and odd feelings. Overall it wasn't too bad, but I don't like being overly critical of my own work.

Notebook 3

Screech, BOOM! Parts fly, not here nor there, but everywhere. The explosion dawns before the day is drawn. The midnight air so chilling and dark. Lights flashing, people screaming. Am I awake, or is she dreaming. I don't know the difference between an accident and conditionally on purpose. Controlling controllers filling the world with fear and envy. She stole my karma, and my intrigue as well. Availability and stability with a simpleton's touch. The day breaks like fire through wicker, the days fog is like a corn field in a scary movie, it's getting thicker and thicker. If God is an Astronaut, does that make Neil Armstrong divine?

Notebook 2

He was the kind of guy who wanted a Lexus
... who drove a Buick
... who thought about impurities
... who dreamed of the supernatural
... who watched hockey on CBC
... who has not yet found the one
... who grabbed her hand, and thought about the future
... who lost all his money on penny slots
... who lost his everything, to paranoia
... who listened to smooth jazz
... who jumped off a building to relax
... who is never sure about anything
... who was an asshole to entertain himself
... who lived the live he loved, and loved the life he lived
He was the kind of guy who is very complex.

Reason statements, so I was reading some cool statements online the other day… and came across an Ayn Rand quote. Which reads ““Reason is not automatic. Those who deny it cannot be conquered by it. Do not count on them. Leave them alone.” Man that’s inspiring I should try to write my own…

Reality can only be received by one’s not in their own.

The main component of reason, is the audience’s ability to apply it.

The wholesome are only that way because they do not think like the whole sum.

Effort is futile if... it’s put towards an undesirable outcome.

The willing is just another way to say the people who settle for something they don’t want to do, then there’s those freaks who just volunteer!

Insomnia

I've been up for 37 hours straight now, 20 bottles of water, an Arnold Palmer, 3 turkey subs, some mac-n-cheese, 4 protein bars, 5 miles (jogged), and 3 hours on Madden... about sums it up.
My mind is thinking, but my body is just going through the motions... instinct, what a powerful drug. I can't even feel my fingers crash down upon the black keyboard, but yet words come out like a process undefined, my senses are heightened, like I've never lived before, what a wonderful feeling, being totally alert... totally aware of my surroundings, but to think... the soft mattress with 4 pillows thrown on, a smooth jazz record playing... my sheets screaming for attention, it's time my friends, to give in and skip off to the wonderful world of the subconscious.

what is art?

Expression
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-aLjup934Rk

Comedy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPehsy-oFTo


Robert Frost
http://www.ketzle.com/frost/revelati.htm

Gleaming eyes

Her eyes send shivers up my spine, as I begin to realize and strategize against my certain demise. Her eyes seem small but reflect in a super massive size. Her eyes, don't look the same to all of the other guys, I can see the hate and despise, they manipulate and hypnotize. When I look into her eyes.

The skyline looks beautiful on fire, brings forth my every want and desire, I realize in my state of perspire, no matter how long I think about her, my mind never tires.

Devotion

I'm tempted, to sin again.
Brutal, my synonym.
Entangled, with delirium.

Left hand, untangible.
Right, on your mandible.
Desire for human thought, brain craving cannibal.

Explosions of corrosions, that decay human life.
Living with no meaning, a damnating strife.
Cut out my heart, with a tragedy soaked knife.

As the sun sets, and epiphanies dawn.
I'm alone in this fallacy, an one directional pawn.

She wants the sickest of human emotion,
Ever...Lasting....Devotion.

I think in patterns and sequences

I can't be bought said the man who hadn't been offered enough wealth, he just hasn't had the opportunity to contradict himself.

hmmm
and on that note

comedy

man oh man

Song

What a powerful song; fantastic lyrics as well!

"But down in the Old Testament part of the brain, way down there where lightning bolts still reach out of the sky and strike down those who transgress, people need justice! We are that lightning!"
-Stuart Archer Cohen


Man that's one of the best quotes I've read in a while, you can feel the conviction through words, that's powerful stuff.

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