And so on...

lol woops

2:11

You know what's fucked? I, you, we, all of it...we're all supposed to remember every single detail of every moment ever. Hell, we're even supposed to remember that which isn't necessarily important but could someday be. Why?

As an artist who knows or has known other people who art, I feel a lot of things that don't fit a qup or a memorandum or a recipe or whatever. I think a lot about unrealistic ideas for no reason, and that suits me fine. Sometimes, I think we should all abandon money to further enhance our culture as a society and realize that through arts and entertainment we could easily be a superpower. People wouldn't die that way...least not as many as today.

You're meant to remember people, places, things, ideas, moments, colors, sounds, instants and so on...that;s assuming you didn't make half of it up! I could go on and on about Trias Corlite, warrior legion of Corlithia. I couldn't tell you more than a few missing moments about my latest actual full day. It just...doesn't...matter in the long tun. What does?

Kind of talk that makes you want to go to bed for a long time.

Good Bye Reason

I miss you, to the point that you would not even begin to believe. I base my entire life on fairy tales and comic books, so all I have is illusion. Somewhere I believe you and I could have made a difference. We were meant to be, as the stars told when they were born from the shining star of the first nebula. Instead, we burned reason and attacked each other and for that I can only be sorry. All I have are words, minus this time. I am willing to be a spectre of linguistsics and instead an unstoppable force. My tears fall like rain when my mind wanders to our sacred home. Only fear and pride stop me now from contacting you and that all slowly fades. I just languish at the though of your spurned words again. After all, what worse a fate than the assualt of the tongue on unhardened flesh.

My thoughts are like lightning, for they never strike but once to the current and once to the past...when I would see your shining eyes, those brilliant orbs that my horrendous vision could behold and know what lies beneath...how I miss them. Your touch, lavender and honey flowing about me is lost like the rivers of time. That sacred scent of the most luxurious blossom all but forgotten yet to these insane passages. That chorus of angels that flowed throughout you and gave birth to a wave riding harmony, what I would not sacrifice and that which I do not know could not compare.

Sometime, I will wake myself with the passion and explore this notion and be forever mourned as the last fool. She wakes herself in joy with her new lover and all I can hope for is a never truer smile from those sweet lips. I would gladly abstain myself if I knew there would be better for the either and yet I cannot stop but feel the pull of one heart and I wonder if I have lost my only mind in this abyss called love. A fisherman can cast his net, yet even he must have known the one that would feed him for years to come.

Like the magnifying lens of justice, there is a peering light on those fragile carapaces that only seeks to explore the unknown. All the while, threatening from above with death's cold, calculating precision. Spring like hops of sex-music lead down a path where the stars fade and light becomes hope of the zone of essence. Remembrance follows sorrow and joy down by the keeper of iron and sits patiently. At the time of this passing I am 23 years born, 5 knowing of that person and I still have not forgotten. I could name every detail, down to the scars and passion. I could accommodate every last minutia down to the teachings from one to the next. I could...I am responsible for mistakes that know no bounds...yet aren't we all? In the end, doesn't the coin and dark recesses of our mind lash out and cut down at the strongest of oaks in our twilight forest? Could not the tides break down the beach until soggy sand waits for the sun to bake life into it?

Well, here's the first steps as a man of soggy sand. I'm sure of failure and secretly hope for success.

Big Changes!

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I know this has been incredibly inactive.
Hard to find material.
New ideas.
Coming soon.
Hope you get the joke.

I <3 you all.

A Moment of Clarity

Today, I read this.

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On this website's article about free speech.

http://www.latimes.com/business/la-fi-fcc-indecency-20100714,0,5995911.story

Just wanted to have an editor's note moment.

06-01-10

Why can't the confining upgrade grade the disorder?

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: heyy
You: Heyyyy
You: How goes it?
Stranger: how you doingg?
Stranger: girl?
You: It's been a pretty hectic morning and I think I might be in a ton of shit, but he.
You: re's hoping. How about you?
You: and does it really matter? I can say sure to being a woman if you'd like.
You: I can also say man.
Stranger: hha im a bit bored :(
You: This is the internet and all
You: I know the feeling
Stranger: just tell me thruthfully
You: I am of the masculine gender
You: I would assume you are as well
Your conversational partner has disconnected.


Some notes, bored = horny apparently. :( means I want to cyber and the internet is sexist.

5-26-10

Stranger: do u or do u not own a stash of pornographic material hidden somewhere in ur home or on ur person?
You: hahaha, awesome
You: Ok, once again
You: Does the internet count?
You: I mean, who keeps permanent material anymore
Stranger: thank u thats one friend proven wrong ha
Stranger: internet all the way
You: hahaha
You: Defz
Stranger: right next question
You: Surely.
Stranger: do u or have u ever own a wank sock that was used frequently but never washed?
You: Oh holy fuck no.
Stranger: thank u jesus im normal
Stranger: ha
You: I mean, one timers sure. They go in the mashine!
You: machine*
Stranger: theres another friend proven wrong
Stranger: lol
You: Do you have a bunch of jerk off addicts for friends?
You: haha
Stranger: these are questions to prove my art class friends wrong
Stranger: they are all nasty dirty basterds
You: Hahaha, cool cool
You: Clearly!
Stranger: well
Stranger: next question
You: Alright
Stranger: do u or have u ever shaved ur pubes for personal or external gain?
You: Uhhh, yes? I mean, yes I shave.
You: I dunno about the motivations there. It's not a court hearing.
Stranger: thank u
Stranger: one of those boys in that class
Stranger: is really nastily hairy and well nasty
Stranger: whereas everyonoe else shaves
Stranger: lol
You: hahaha
You: He must be the popular one.
Stranger: he is yes gets all the girls
Stranger: well thank u for clearing that up

5-13-2010

You: What's your top movie, I'll check it out?
Stranger: I have no top movies
You: Book then? I'm easy.
Stranger: Just some I really liked
You: haha
You: Nah, alright. Name a few you'd suggest then?
Stranger: Like Forest Gump lol
You: Oh fuck yes Forest Gump!
You: That movie is badass.
Stranger: It is, I really like Tom hanks
You: Tom Hanks is incredible.\
You: hahaha
Stranger: haha
Stranger: He is awesome in Green Mile as well
You: I loved the book and the movie blew my mind after I had finished the last chapter.
You: I had a whole event planned and everything haha
You: Did you know you can order mescaline offline pretty damn easily?
Stranger: I have to admit I had some tears in my eyes when watching green mile haha
Stranger: No I didnt lol
You: haha, so did I.
You: haha
You: I'd reccomend it.
You: A fine choice.
Stranger: You did it?
Stranger: Well I really have to leave now
Stranger: As I said, dinners waiting
Stranger: So I guess this is bye
Stranger: Nice talking to you man!
You: For sure
You: Likewise!
You: Take care!
Stranger: You too
Stranger: bye bye!