Drop the Bass...~
While watching an episode of Entourage season#7, the episode which ends with Vince passed out, naked by the pool with Sasha Grey, the credits roll out with Going In for the Kill;
I want to remix that song as of that moment.~~
It will bring tears of god-only-knows what to your eyes.~
it will be Epica~
Friday, December 10, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Linear Insanity.~
I … Have endured almost an entire week (1 day less) without a phone, or any means of communication with the outside world.
It worries me... I have,, at times, begun (or more like, slumped to) talking to myself without really noticing the dire affects It could have on my mind (for the future...)
I've realized, I need someone; someone to converse with, otherwise, I will find alternate means to get rid of data which is inside the limited storage space.
We must rid ourselves of the old before we may obtain the New.~
What I need is not another human being.. but simply something to dump my thoughts upon, and then move on.~ A machine would do fantastically.. if only they were so advance.. or are they~~
It worries me... I have,, at times, begun (or more like, slumped to) talking to myself without really noticing the dire affects It could have on my mind (for the future...)
I've realized, I need someone; someone to converse with, otherwise, I will find alternate means to get rid of data which is inside the limited storage space.
We must rid ourselves of the old before we may obtain the New.~
What I need is not another human being.. but simply something to dump my thoughts upon, and then move on.~ A machine would do fantastically.. if only they were so advance.. or are they~~
Feeling.
I don't want to Feel, anything.
I would like to go to a phsyciatrist, spill out everything and anything
Any feeling, any experience, any & everything feeling I've ever felt,
heard about, or experienced, and after the vocalization of such,
be finally able to Forget everything... and never feel again.
No, some may say “It's impossible to NOT feel!” “It's un-natural; as feelings are things one cannot control”, but what I have to say back to that is simply: No one has ever tried... FULLY. Otherwise, they would have succeeded.~
There is nothing we, as humans, have put our complete & utter focus, will-power, and drive to without finding a foothold of success.
Either way, if it is indeed “impossible” to achieve, I will fight, try, & fail if I must, and If I succeed, Watch me trample all feelings like empty soda cans; if not, watch me crush Myself, as there will be no point in Living if my goal in life is not met.
I would like to go to a phsyciatrist, spill out everything and anything
Any feeling, any experience, any & everything feeling I've ever felt,
heard about, or experienced, and after the vocalization of such,
be finally able to Forget everything... and never feel again.
No, some may say “It's impossible to NOT feel!” “It's un-natural; as feelings are things one cannot control”, but what I have to say back to that is simply: No one has ever tried... FULLY. Otherwise, they would have succeeded.~
There is nothing we, as humans, have put our complete & utter focus, will-power, and drive to without finding a foothold of success.
Either way, if it is indeed “impossible” to achieve, I will fight, try, & fail if I must, and If I succeed, Watch me trample all feelings like empty soda cans; if not, watch me crush Myself, as there will be no point in Living if my goal in life is not met.
Everything I Want.
I get everything and anything; everyone I want. Cause If I cant have them, I want them no longer.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Only what I've Taken.~
I don't want anything that has ever been given me, only that which I've Taken with my own two hands.
Fear of Falling; (Let the Better man Win.~)
I have a fear of falling.
Sometimes, I like to sit down, close my eyes, and imagine myself falling; falling through the floor from a unfathomable height with no possible concept of whats to come, where I'm heading, or how soon my bitter end will take place.
I like to take a short moment whenever my greatest and most dreadful of phobias arise, pause, and look them in the eye dead-on, turn towards the rushing headlights, and instead of jumping to the possibility of safety; grin, and run as fast as my legs will carry me in a direct and head on collision with my adversary, and then... let the better man win.~ Let the Best man Win.
Those who are too weak to "bear it", kill themselves, for only a coward can take his own life.~
Sometimes, I like to sit down, close my eyes, and imagine myself falling; falling through the floor from a unfathomable height with no possible concept of whats to come, where I'm heading, or how soon my bitter end will take place.
I like to take a short moment whenever my greatest and most dreadful of phobias arise, pause, and look them in the eye dead-on, turn towards the rushing headlights, and instead of jumping to the possibility of safety; grin, and run as fast as my legs will carry me in a direct and head on collision with my adversary, and then... let the better man win.~ Let the Best man Win.
Those who are too weak to "bear it", kill themselves, for only a coward can take his own life.~
Two words.~
I have two words for you:
Technocracy & Zeitgeist.
This is our hope for the future; this is our blueprint, our structure, and our "answer".
We are the world; we are the people.
We have all the power of heaven & hell; the earth, and that which rages below.
We have the ability. We have the wherewithal & the in-born Drive to create anything out of nothing. Humanity is a gift to this world, but thus far, we have only been a thorn in it's flesh.
We are a poison, a germ. A waste of perfectly good air, time & space.
We are a disease, which is slowly eroding each layer of our world. And what are we to do when the "time comes"?
If I have my way, and as far as I'm concerned, that day will never happen.
I would rather see the infected, and defective product thrown to waste in exchange for a 1% chance of increase for Success & survival.
Human-life is important. But not the lives of those who care nothing for matters of true importance, their planet, their surroundings, and mostly, Their Fellow Man.
Technocracy & Zeitgeist.
This is our hope for the future; this is our blueprint, our structure, and our "answer".
We are the world; we are the people.
We have all the power of heaven & hell; the earth, and that which rages below.
We have the ability. We have the wherewithal & the in-born Drive to create anything out of nothing. Humanity is a gift to this world, but thus far, we have only been a thorn in it's flesh.
We are a poison, a germ. A waste of perfectly good air, time & space.
We are a disease, which is slowly eroding each layer of our world. And what are we to do when the "time comes"?
If I have my way, and as far as I'm concerned, that day will never happen.
I would rather see the infected, and defective product thrown to waste in exchange for a 1% chance of increase for Success & survival.
Human-life is important. But not the lives of those who care nothing for matters of true importance, their planet, their surroundings, and mostly, Their Fellow Man.
the Cheapest Deal on Earrrth.~*~ KaBoooom!~
We live in a world where there are no definites.
Nothing is ever how it seem'd... to be.
We have no self-worth anymore.
We lie captives to a society that asks for everything, yet, gives back nothing (nothing of real Value at least).
We are a crippled & failed race, by our own hand.. or... are we...~~
“We” have been told what to do.. but does that mean everyone is polluted?
No.
Obviously, someone had to be the one “teaching” us this Version of what Reality truly is.
Someone fought to Pass on his acquired wisdom/knowledge.. but,,
Someone was privy to that information first.
Much like in “Star Wars”, the padawan (as he fights the temptation to turn to the “darkside”), ends up murdering the ancient “Master”, who taught him everything (and anything) he owns which can be truly valued.
Someone beat us to our birth-right, and somehow, through the thick of it all... has made US their Slaves.~
Nothing is ever how it seem'd... to be.
We have no self-worth anymore.
We lie captives to a society that asks for everything, yet, gives back nothing (nothing of real Value at least).
We are a crippled & failed race, by our own hand.. or... are we...~~
“We” have been told what to do.. but does that mean everyone is polluted?
No.
Obviously, someone had to be the one “teaching” us this Version of what Reality truly is.
Someone fought to Pass on his acquired wisdom/knowledge.. but,,
Someone was privy to that information first.
Much like in “Star Wars”, the padawan (as he fights the temptation to turn to the “darkside”), ends up murdering the ancient “Master”, who taught him everything (and anything) he owns which can be truly valued.
Someone beat us to our birth-right, and somehow, through the thick of it all... has made US their Slaves.~
Friday, December 3, 2010
Put it in your head.~
A couple weeks ago I was sitting in my room, and all of a sudden I started getting this strange concept for a song/drama-play.
The main character would be that of a young man, maybe mid-Twenties to early thirties; married, and middle-class.
The scene would begin in his bedroom en suite. The man, face & hair damp from sweat and water, stands with both hands on each side of a white round stand-up sink, looking in the mirror at himself.
He is contemplating suicide.
He is married; childless, and struggling as an author.
His wife is downstairs, unaware of the dark thoughts which are running through her young husbands mind.
The man has flashes in his head of different ways he should "end it"; each one going through extensive graphic detail in his head; play by play.
He is thinking about shooting his brains out, (after having gone through the "list" of commercial-suicides; being Hung, roman bath, drowning, pills (which could give his wife potentially, time enough top bring him back to life; not to mention, having to see her while he was still alive in his cowardly [suicidal] state). He then walks back into the plain, yet nicely arrange bedroom (where a queen-size bed lives in the middle, with the foot of which, is to the side of the bathroom door [which is on the left side of the bed); a dresser with drawers at the north end of the room, directly in front of the bed (no TV, only simple decorations & a few candles), and the door to the right of it, directly on the same northern wall.
The husband comes out, walks 3 steps in front of the foot of the bed, pauses, and moves his head dizzily up, then back down a bit (as if confused a bit as to what he should do next..)
He then rushes to the right side of the bed, where a dresser stands. He gets down on his knees, and pulls out an old dusty suitcase, opens it, and pulls out an old WWII revolver; which scares him a little as he pulls it up to the light, slightly above his head.
To Be Continued..~~
The main character would be that of a young man, maybe mid-Twenties to early thirties; married, and middle-class.
The scene would begin in his bedroom en suite. The man, face & hair damp from sweat and water, stands with both hands on each side of a white round stand-up sink, looking in the mirror at himself.
He is contemplating suicide.
He is married; childless, and struggling as an author.
His wife is downstairs, unaware of the dark thoughts which are running through her young husbands mind.
The man has flashes in his head of different ways he should "end it"; each one going through extensive graphic detail in his head; play by play.
He is thinking about shooting his brains out, (after having gone through the "list" of commercial-suicides; being Hung, roman bath, drowning, pills (which could give his wife potentially, time enough top bring him back to life; not to mention, having to see her while he was still alive in his cowardly [suicidal] state). He then walks back into the plain, yet nicely arrange bedroom (where a queen-size bed lives in the middle, with the foot of which, is to the side of the bathroom door [which is on the left side of the bed); a dresser with drawers at the north end of the room, directly in front of the bed (no TV, only simple decorations & a few candles), and the door to the right of it, directly on the same northern wall.
The husband comes out, walks 3 steps in front of the foot of the bed, pauses, and moves his head dizzily up, then back down a bit (as if confused a bit as to what he should do next..)
He then rushes to the right side of the bed, where a dresser stands. He gets down on his knees, and pulls out an old dusty suitcase, opens it, and pulls out an old WWII revolver; which scares him a little as he pulls it up to the light, slightly above his head.
To Be Continued..~~
Appologies. ~Dec.13th~
Ok, again, I appologize. I have been the most Unfaithful blogger ever.
To cut to the chase, certain developements (and I could even say, Opportunities) have arisen which, end in me being able to make a 2 week trip back to Taiwan... Next week, Dec. 13th.
To cut to the chase, certain developements (and I could even say, Opportunities) have arisen which, end in me being able to make a 2 week trip back to Taiwan... Next week, Dec. 13th.
theTakeover.~ Part 2.
the Takeover.~ Part 2
Another which I have started to notice, particularly in the entertainment layout, is the continued projection of "symbols" coming out in the open. One instance, well two actually, but firstly that of Transformers, where these so-claimed "alien symbols" have shown up throughout history, which were disclosed, and kept "top Secret" from the general public, yet, consistently projected onto the fabric of time through architecture & 'landmarks" of old.
We also see this same fascination in "conspiracy"-type movies, such as those relating to so-called "secret societies", private organizations & companies, and even Government.
I think it's Hilarious the way that some people see Symbols as "evil".
Look at society at large; the very world we dwell in. At every minute of everyday, we are presented, and even, surrounded by "symbols" which stand for a collage of countless amounts of information which can be conveyed in one, small, intricately designed Picture.
A picture's worth a thousand words.
Companies have Logo's which are a "Symbol"ic representation of themselves.
Do we need to see the word "McDonald's" to know those 2 large golden-arches in the shape of a giant 'M' represent the fast-food chain we have all grown up on?
Do we need the Chinese-characters of "Yin Yang" to know that a circle which is black & white comma-shaped division, with a Dot of opposite-colour on each means such?
Do shoes need the word NIKE for you to understand that the word-renown "checkmark" sign means.
I personally say No, we do not.
Symbols of condensed forms of information, presented in a way that can convey entire histories in one (usually) small compressed form.
Look at the world-famous Lips&Tongue of the Rolling Stones, the sight of which, (if you are familiar) will bring up the band, their achievements, their history, their decades of ground-breaking, record making (literally), monumental career as performers & rockers who are teachers of generation after generation to this day.
We live in a fast-paced society, that needs the quickest, most concise way of relaying the insane amount of information we have gathered on a day to day basis.
Everyday new things are discovered, combined, destroyed, and upgraded, and we the people, need a Tag/sticker to place upon it "lest we forget".
Our memories are only so large, and without the removal of (so said() 'Useless' information, we really have no other choice but to Condense that which we already have, take a Pretty-picture, and then Burn the dear grandma's ancient, worthless rocking-chair, even though it may hold some sentimental "worth", still, who can deny Ugliest hold no ground when up against the new & beautiful (a delightful 50" Plasma TV for instance).
Don't fear "unknown symbols", or you will be like an uneducated toddler being scared of clowns or Santa Claus.
Another which I have started to notice, particularly in the entertainment layout, is the continued projection of "symbols" coming out in the open. One instance, well two actually, but firstly that of Transformers, where these so-claimed "alien symbols" have shown up throughout history, which were disclosed, and kept "top Secret" from the general public, yet, consistently projected onto the fabric of time through architecture & 'landmarks" of old.
We also see this same fascination in "conspiracy"-type movies, such as those relating to so-called "secret societies", private organizations & companies, and even Government.
I think it's Hilarious the way that some people see Symbols as "evil".
Look at society at large; the very world we dwell in. At every minute of everyday, we are presented, and even, surrounded by "symbols" which stand for a collage of countless amounts of information which can be conveyed in one, small, intricately designed Picture.
A picture's worth a thousand words.
Companies have Logo's which are a "Symbol"ic representation of themselves.
Do we need to see the word "McDonald's" to know those 2 large golden-arches in the shape of a giant 'M' represent the fast-food chain we have all grown up on?
Do we need the Chinese-characters of "Yin Yang" to know that a circle which is black & white comma-shaped division, with a Dot of opposite-colour on each means such?
Do shoes need the word NIKE for you to understand that the word-renown "checkmark" sign means.
I personally say No, we do not.
Symbols of condensed forms of information, presented in a way that can convey entire histories in one (usually) small compressed form.
Look at the world-famous Lips&Tongue of the Rolling Stones, the sight of which, (if you are familiar) will bring up the band, their achievements, their history, their decades of ground-breaking, record making (literally), monumental career as performers & rockers who are teachers of generation after generation to this day.
We live in a fast-paced society, that needs the quickest, most concise way of relaying the insane amount of information we have gathered on a day to day basis.
Everyday new things are discovered, combined, destroyed, and upgraded, and we the people, need a Tag/sticker to place upon it "lest we forget".
Our memories are only so large, and without the removal of (so said() 'Useless' information, we really have no other choice but to Condense that which we already have, take a Pretty-picture, and then Burn the dear grandma's ancient, worthless rocking-chair, even though it may hold some sentimental "worth", still, who can deny Ugliest hold no ground when up against the new & beautiful (a delightful 50" Plasma TV for instance).
Don't fear "unknown symbols", or you will be like an uneducated toddler being scared of clowns or Santa Claus.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
the Takeover.~ 123
What has been catching my Ear (& eye) as of late is Music which conveys a sense of mechanical takeover.
There are styles of music, which are masked by different pitches & frequencies which strikingly resemble that of an alien-ship hovering over head, with it's beam & humming high-pitched frequency piercing your ears & mind, as if at any moment, you will be whisked away, abducted, and ... who knows what next?
After that, you then start to imagine; "What if... this is what the future will be?"
What if we are moving towards a world of Technological superiority; not take over but collaboration. A united moment between (not man & beast) but: Man & Machine.
"Aliens" are simply things which are not organic to our so called "natural habitat".
I do believe in Aliens. I do believe we will soon be introduced to them.
I believe people will die because of it, but, simply because of their own Fear & temporary insanity because "What they were Told overpasses what they See".
Why cant we step out onto the plain, face the tiger head on, and present our own dominance?
If they are stronger, we will die, that's true. But, If we run, we will die as well!
Maybe these "aliens" aren't at all the image we have. Maybe they... are an Evolved version of ourselves. An advanced humankind who is one step ahead.
These so called "gods" of ancient history.
Lets face it, the world is changing; the world is evolving.
Look at the world itself, and the dwellers there of. Animals gone extinct, peoples and races slaughtered wiped off the face of the earth.
We, the human race, are evolving as well; some of us are less "developed" than the other; some of us are "developed" worthlessly (commercialized 'wisdom', which is about as useful as a 3,000 year old Big Mac..), and yet, at each 'level' or Life-line, we eventually fade out, the flame slowly diminishes, and we eventually stand by that last small mouthful of mountain grass, after each nibble, climbing closer & closer to our final & bitter end, like the mountain goat who in my mind, is the most Plain & perfect display of a soon-to-be extinct race, who has climbed up the mountain of its own life-line, and is eating away at the last morsels of life as it climbs to it's death.
We are mountain goats, and we are walking towards our own deaths.
The reasons for this? There are far too many.
What we have been taught, told, fed, clothed in, sprayed with, touched, tasted, smelt, seen, given out, felt, thought, hoped for, dreamt of & experienced, has all had a profound affect upon our overall well being; both for good & for complete calamity.
We are the byproducts of our surroundings, upbringing, and the Input we have absorbed over the years, both with & without our own Conscious consent or understanding.
We are the fucked up mother's day card made by the inadequate & untrained A.D.D. ginger kid, who was abandoned at the age of Five by his crack-smoking high school "prom-queen"(-mother), who on the "big night" made her final leap off the building of her corporate "Heaven", having "made it" in the form of her self-absorbed popularity, to the slum-hole gutter of her own demise. Why? Because she "Made It".
Once you make it, it's over; the struggle, the fight, the drive, the will, the wherewithal, the Reason... for ANYTHING has just been snatched from your back-pocket, and you are left in solemn & ancient streets of Rome; a failed & ruined civilization of the past & the Forgotten.
There are styles of music, which are masked by different pitches & frequencies which strikingly resemble that of an alien-ship hovering over head, with it's beam & humming high-pitched frequency piercing your ears & mind, as if at any moment, you will be whisked away, abducted, and ... who knows what next?
After that, you then start to imagine; "What if... this is what the future will be?"
What if we are moving towards a world of Technological superiority; not take over but collaboration. A united moment between (not man & beast) but: Man & Machine.
"Aliens" are simply things which are not organic to our so called "natural habitat".
I do believe in Aliens. I do believe we will soon be introduced to them.
I believe people will die because of it, but, simply because of their own Fear & temporary insanity because "What they were Told overpasses what they See".
Why cant we step out onto the plain, face the tiger head on, and present our own dominance?
If they are stronger, we will die, that's true. But, If we run, we will die as well!
Maybe these "aliens" aren't at all the image we have. Maybe they... are an Evolved version of ourselves. An advanced humankind who is one step ahead.
These so called "gods" of ancient history.
Lets face it, the world is changing; the world is evolving.
Look at the world itself, and the dwellers there of. Animals gone extinct, peoples and races slaughtered wiped off the face of the earth.
We, the human race, are evolving as well; some of us are less "developed" than the other; some of us are "developed" worthlessly (commercialized 'wisdom', which is about as useful as a 3,000 year old Big Mac..), and yet, at each 'level' or Life-line, we eventually fade out, the flame slowly diminishes, and we eventually stand by that last small mouthful of mountain grass, after each nibble, climbing closer & closer to our final & bitter end, like the mountain goat who in my mind, is the most Plain & perfect display of a soon-to-be extinct race, who has climbed up the mountain of its own life-line, and is eating away at the last morsels of life as it climbs to it's death.
We are mountain goats, and we are walking towards our own deaths.
The reasons for this? There are far too many.
What we have been taught, told, fed, clothed in, sprayed with, touched, tasted, smelt, seen, given out, felt, thought, hoped for, dreamt of & experienced, has all had a profound affect upon our overall well being; both for good & for complete calamity.
We are the byproducts of our surroundings, upbringing, and the Input we have absorbed over the years, both with & without our own Conscious consent or understanding.
We are the fucked up mother's day card made by the inadequate & untrained A.D.D. ginger kid, who was abandoned at the age of Five by his crack-smoking high school "prom-queen"(-mother), who on the "big night" made her final leap off the building of her corporate "Heaven", having "made it" in the form of her self-absorbed popularity, to the slum-hole gutter of her own demise. Why? Because she "Made It".
Once you make it, it's over; the struggle, the fight, the drive, the will, the wherewithal, the Reason... for ANYTHING has just been snatched from your back-pocket, and you are left in solemn & ancient streets of Rome; a failed & ruined civilization of the past & the Forgotten.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
& More.~
Why is it? Why does it have to be that way? Why are we involved at all...
Why did this happen so close to home; so near to the shaking & creaking foundations of the Earth; the soul, the blood the arms that surround the bleating, crying baby girl in the dark-blue night sky.~
Whatever you do; whatever happens to me, my dearest, most precious possession of these past few weeks: DONT, Do not EVER let me in; do NOT give me what I want, or let me have anything more than the little crumb, and half-massed smile you throw away, like an apple that is two-bite's in.. DONT. Dont, please, ever let me have what I want, or I promise you ... I will need you not; & never.
Pray that to your Godd, however big and brave you may be... He "always hears the cry of the faithful" and True..~ Is that you, my Darling lover, unknown to anyone but Me.~
Is that you, precious, deceitful luster; I lust you more than my own temptations; I feel you stronger than my own personal sensations; my pleasure in anything surmounted to the multiple of 10 to the power of its own multiplied by 1,000 gems, embedded in the side of Jupiter's heart; that pungent pool immersed with emeralds & diamond silk; in ever morning's wake, I smile at your shiny eyes; my lover & godd... The mirror image of myself in you I love me tooo ~~~~ & More.
Why did this happen so close to home; so near to the shaking & creaking foundations of the Earth; the soul, the blood the arms that surround the bleating, crying baby girl in the dark-blue night sky.~
Whatever you do; whatever happens to me, my dearest, most precious possession of these past few weeks: DONT, Do not EVER let me in; do NOT give me what I want, or let me have anything more than the little crumb, and half-massed smile you throw away, like an apple that is two-bite's in.. DONT. Dont, please, ever let me have what I want, or I promise you ... I will need you not; & never.
Pray that to your Godd, however big and brave you may be... He "always hears the cry of the faithful" and True..~ Is that you, my Darling lover, unknown to anyone but Me.~
Is that you, precious, deceitful luster; I lust you more than my own temptations; I feel you stronger than my own personal sensations; my pleasure in anything surmounted to the multiple of 10 to the power of its own multiplied by 1,000 gems, embedded in the side of Jupiter's heart; that pungent pool immersed with emeralds & diamond silk; in ever morning's wake, I smile at your shiny eyes; my lover & godd... The mirror image of myself in you I love me tooo ~~~~ & More.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Homecoming Part 1
Oct. 02/10
The night of the great Deadmau5 concert; highly anticipated, awaited, and dreamt about by ten's of thousands throughout London-town.
I was going. I had purchased 2 tickets, for 75$ each, in hopes of either helping a friend out, or, selling to the highest bidder...
That was my plan.
Now, this is what actually happened.
Oct. 1st/10:
Just before heading out the door to work, I get the news that buddy has a friend selling MacBook Pro's for 750$, basically, half price.
"The quantity is shrinking, and they're going like Hot cakes.. get it.."
I didn't get it, oh wait.. yeah.~
"That's sick, but, I don't think I've got the money for that right now, as awesome as it is.."
"Just go pull out as much as you can," buddy says "and we'll see about the rest"
Didn't have the care, or real desire to.. I had to go.
Work:
Get a text from buddy again saying:
Hey other buddy decided to lend me the remaining amount for you to grab a MacBook; I'll meet you on break, and you just pay the difference."
I was mixed on this,, pissed, and.. somewhat Glad: I owned a MacBook! at least partially...
Went home after work; Veronick asked what I was up to; "Not much, you?" was my response.
"You should come out; we'll get wasted!"
"Sure." was the best answer I could some up.
Headed off to the shower, get changed, and head on over to Richmond & Kent as soon as I could.
I was in such a hurry to head over (as I was already 15mins late) I almost toy'd with the idea of Cabbing it over... but no~ the laptop sucked me dry like a Catholic priest on son-day.
I went out, headed down the street; saw Veronick's building in the near, well-lit distance.
I arrived, walked to the door, and a cab pulled about about 30 seconds later; the only passenger was a girl, a young girl, who caught my eye, when I caught hers.. briefly.. didn't want to be rude.
She stepped out, and walked inside. I texted Veronick, and threw one or two Half-second glances her way. She walked inside, and Veronick told me over the phone brashly: 807!
I walked in; caught the Eli up to the 8th, hopped off, and turned around.
There in the lobby stood a walk-wasted Veronick, and when she saw me, she yelled out: "There's my buddy Dan!"
I shifted my head, (my eyes to be more precise..) and there at her right hand stood the girl from the Taxi cab, looking over with a relieved smile.
"We've met.. downstairs"
- TBC.
The night of the great Deadmau5 concert; highly anticipated, awaited, and dreamt about by ten's of thousands throughout London-town.
I was going. I had purchased 2 tickets, for 75$ each, in hopes of either helping a friend out, or, selling to the highest bidder...
That was my plan.
Now, this is what actually happened.
Oct. 1st/10:
Just before heading out the door to work, I get the news that buddy has a friend selling MacBook Pro's for 750$, basically, half price.
"The quantity is shrinking, and they're going like Hot cakes.. get it.."
I didn't get it, oh wait.. yeah.~
"That's sick, but, I don't think I've got the money for that right now, as awesome as it is.."
"Just go pull out as much as you can," buddy says "and we'll see about the rest"
Didn't have the care, or real desire to.. I had to go.
Work:
Get a text from buddy again saying:
Hey other buddy decided to lend me the remaining amount for you to grab a MacBook; I'll meet you on break, and you just pay the difference."
I was mixed on this,, pissed, and.. somewhat Glad: I owned a MacBook! at least partially...
Went home after work; Veronick asked what I was up to; "Not much, you?" was my response.
"You should come out; we'll get wasted!"
"Sure." was the best answer I could some up.
Headed off to the shower, get changed, and head on over to Richmond & Kent as soon as I could.
I was in such a hurry to head over (as I was already 15mins late) I almost toy'd with the idea of Cabbing it over... but no~ the laptop sucked me dry like a Catholic priest on son-day.
I went out, headed down the street; saw Veronick's building in the near, well-lit distance.
I arrived, walked to the door, and a cab pulled about about 30 seconds later; the only passenger was a girl, a young girl, who caught my eye, when I caught hers.. briefly.. didn't want to be rude.
She stepped out, and walked inside. I texted Veronick, and threw one or two Half-second glances her way. She walked inside, and Veronick told me over the phone brashly: 807!
I walked in; caught the Eli up to the 8th, hopped off, and turned around.
There in the lobby stood a walk-wasted Veronick, and when she saw me, she yelled out: "There's my buddy Dan!"
I shifted my head, (my eyes to be more precise..) and there at her right hand stood the girl from the Taxi cab, looking over with a relieved smile.
"We've met.. downstairs"
- TBC.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Followed by Nothing.~
The rip-off of another human being sometimes is followed by feelings of joy, guilt, fear, paranoia, happiness, and self-denial. But most of the time...
It's followed by nothing.~
It's followed by nothing.~
Letters of a Breakup
" Tell it as it went; describe with immaculate preciseness, chill with the ice-cold garnish of Realism; Smile, then turn... and forget her Forever.~"
-- Letters of a Breakup
-- Letters of a Breakup
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
I'm not a prophet
I'm not a "religious" man, nor am I a teacher, preacher, scholar, or learned individual.
What I am physically is but a Whore; a play thing for the Mind.~
My body is but a Plant, an item of amusement kept by a window as a hobby & entertainment; to watch grow & flourish, but of no real use or reason.
I'm not a Mope, but I do say this, the Physical is really nothing~ What matters is the substance in your head~ the "matter" of Fact.
Having a taste of something is meagre compared with the knowledge & more so, the Ability to Create it~; to create taste, smell, sound, visuals, lights, colours, scenes, places, objects, obstacles, and Human beings.~
What I am physically is but a Whore; a play thing for the Mind.~
My body is but a Plant, an item of amusement kept by a window as a hobby & entertainment; to watch grow & flourish, but of no real use or reason.
I'm not a Mope, but I do say this, the Physical is really nothing~ What matters is the substance in your head~ the "matter" of Fact.
Having a taste of something is meagre compared with the knowledge & more so, the Ability to Create it~; to create taste, smell, sound, visuals, lights, colours, scenes, places, objects, obstacles, and Human beings.~
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Tell as is~
Now I'm going to tell you as it is; through a series of tests (95% of which I Failed miserably) I have discovered I have a multitude of things learnt, but unpracticed; the conscious mind is not so in key with that more subtle; and that implanted there from a day-to-day absorption of daily matter.
What I mean to say in clear, plain, and concise wording: I am in the process of change: of mind, heart and body.~ A re-lease, a let-loose; a gathering~
The gathering.
We're at the meagre threshold; the doorstep of a new day.~
Once we take our first step, there is an entire Empire yet to be reigned in, held to one's chest, and gripped with the strong arm of a so-called "Godd"; but nothing more overwhelming than we are able to bear (or dare I say,, are physically willing to ~~)
The statement "We are only given what we are able to bear" is so vague,,~ as in all truth,, if it is in fact too much for us to bear, and by gripping at it, we are crushed into our dusty Death~ would not that statement be as true, as a Disease being "mild enough to bare" until the second it takes the life (and breath) for the fleshy-casket known as the biological formation of cells, blood, tissue, organs, piss, shit, brain-matter, and fingernails known as You & Me.~
We are Godds~ not Godd's.
Remember that, when you stand before the pearly gates, and you are required to give account of all your foolish & disastrous actions.... As you look into the eyes of your own true Self.~ The man dressed in pure white, with a radiance as the Sun.~ Its You.
What I mean to say in clear, plain, and concise wording: I am in the process of change: of mind, heart and body.~ A re-lease, a let-loose; a gathering~
The gathering.
We're at the meagre threshold; the doorstep of a new day.~
Once we take our first step, there is an entire Empire yet to be reigned in, held to one's chest, and gripped with the strong arm of a so-called "Godd"; but nothing more overwhelming than we are able to bear (or dare I say,, are physically willing to ~~)
The statement "We are only given what we are able to bear" is so vague,,~ as in all truth,, if it is in fact too much for us to bear, and by gripping at it, we are crushed into our dusty Death~ would not that statement be as true, as a Disease being "mild enough to bare" until the second it takes the life (and breath) for the fleshy-casket known as the biological formation of cells, blood, tissue, organs, piss, shit, brain-matter, and fingernails known as You & Me.~
We are Godds~ not Godd's.
Remember that, when you stand before the pearly gates, and you are required to give account of all your foolish & disastrous actions.... As you look into the eyes of your own true Self.~ The man dressed in pure white, with a radiance as the Sun.~ Its You.
Faithful.
I'm faithful~
I'm so faithful, and always (at every beck & call) willing to be at the service of those I hold true, dear, and spectular.~
If you have not been called upon, it's because this is not you I speak of.
It's been but a moment, a twinkling of the eyes my dear & precious love.~
We sit at the sea-shore of times own recycling demise.~
I'm tired.. I'm getting tired~ but thats just because I'm singing to the choir, and you're all deaf.
I'm so faithful, and always (at every beck & call) willing to be at the service of those I hold true, dear, and spectular.~
If you have not been called upon, it's because this is not you I speak of.
It's been but a moment, a twinkling of the eyes my dear & precious love.~
We sit at the sea-shore of times own recycling demise.~
I'm tired.. I'm getting tired~ but thats just because I'm singing to the choir, and you're all deaf.
~110~
Picture ideas:
- G20: and the lion will dwell with the lamb.~
Inspired by the G20 Summit inncident.
Surrounded in chaos, fighting, burning cars, broken branches from trees: picket signs, liter on the ground, in the midst of all this, a man and woman stand, hugging. The man dressed in civilian array, and the girl, dressed in her day-to-day police officer unifrm.
- Floating Island: Heaven ... or Hell~
A girl stands on a small round island in the black of night, the large, silver moon shining bright up in front on the purplish-blue night sky. Would this be your idea of Heaven? or hell~
- G20: and the lion will dwell with the lamb.~
Inspired by the G20 Summit inncident.
Surrounded in chaos, fighting, burning cars, broken branches from trees: picket signs, liter on the ground, in the midst of all this, a man and woman stand, hugging. The man dressed in civilian array, and the girl, dressed in her day-to-day police officer unifrm.
- Floating Island: Heaven ... or Hell~
A girl stands on a small round island in the black of night, the large, silver moon shining bright up in front on the purplish-blue night sky. Would this be your idea of Heaven? or hell~
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
The bigger big bang Theory.
The bigger bang theory:
During an evening of relaxation, and simple enjoyment, I came across the nature channel where a documentary about mountains had already been running several minutes. As I watched, gradually, I began to understand a strange element about this world I have never considered before; Where do mountains come from? Where did all that sold Rock, mineral, and other elements actually come from.
Now, that may seem like a simple, and even Child-like question for grown human being to be asking. But I take it quite seriously, and in my mind-searching, I came across a potential answer.
The big bang theory.
Not the old school, and unexplainable version, but a new Bang; a cycle which takes place on this earth; a process that we have data to support.
H20:
Two parts Hydrogen, one part Oxygen.
But what if that was actually another kind of formula...
Once I say the H20 formula (..or symbol) in my head, I realized, "What if it is just a Symbol used by the ancients to mean the process of the elements; Fire, Water Air, a transition from Hydrogen (or Fire) to Oxygen (Air), and in the culmination of both, the creation of another.
This is not just a fantastical idea; go back to the mountains. Where did they come from? Have we just been sinking gradually deeper and deeper into the "ground", or is it that something was Shot out, cooled, and gone through the metamorphosis of Gas, Liquid, to Solid.
Lets say, for instance, that the centre of the earth was in a state of extreme temperature & pressure, being almost at the level of what is considered these days as a jet flow, of lava and molten rock.
Lets say, the pressure mounted, reaching the same level of pressure as the depths of the ocean, as all the water of our so proclaimed "oceans", seas, rivers, lakes, streams; every single Drop of water this world has ever know would have been standing upon the core of ever heating, ever expanding Core centre of the earth.
The air above as well, gave a pushing force, though small in comparison to the pressing water.
This pressure surmounting, the heat, pressure, and the amount of liquid mineral & rock, something was bound to happen; something had to give, and all that stored energy and heat had to be projected somewhere through that growing oppression.
Then, the earth could not hold on any more, the plates of the earth broke & seperated, and the molten core shot out, some explosions larger than others, but were held in place by the water; cooling the white hot mineral, and solidifying it slowly, but surely. And over the long long period of time, with the water slowly evaporating, the mountains formed, and the water level gradually shrunk down.
During an evening of relaxation, and simple enjoyment, I came across the nature channel where a documentary about mountains had already been running several minutes. As I watched, gradually, I began to understand a strange element about this world I have never considered before; Where do mountains come from? Where did all that sold Rock, mineral, and other elements actually come from.
Now, that may seem like a simple, and even Child-like question for grown human being to be asking. But I take it quite seriously, and in my mind-searching, I came across a potential answer.
The big bang theory.
Not the old school, and unexplainable version, but a new Bang; a cycle which takes place on this earth; a process that we have data to support.
H20:
Two parts Hydrogen, one part Oxygen.
But what if that was actually another kind of formula...
Once I say the H20 formula (..or symbol) in my head, I realized, "What if it is just a Symbol used by the ancients to mean the process of the elements; Fire, Water Air, a transition from Hydrogen (or Fire) to Oxygen (Air), and in the culmination of both, the creation of another.
This is not just a fantastical idea; go back to the mountains. Where did they come from? Have we just been sinking gradually deeper and deeper into the "ground", or is it that something was Shot out, cooled, and gone through the metamorphosis of Gas, Liquid, to Solid.
Lets say, for instance, that the centre of the earth was in a state of extreme temperature & pressure, being almost at the level of what is considered these days as a jet flow, of lava and molten rock.
Lets say, the pressure mounted, reaching the same level of pressure as the depths of the ocean, as all the water of our so proclaimed "oceans", seas, rivers, lakes, streams; every single Drop of water this world has ever know would have been standing upon the core of ever heating, ever expanding Core centre of the earth.
The air above as well, gave a pushing force, though small in comparison to the pressing water.
This pressure surmounting, the heat, pressure, and the amount of liquid mineral & rock, something was bound to happen; something had to give, and all that stored energy and heat had to be projected somewhere through that growing oppression.
Then, the earth could not hold on any more, the plates of the earth broke & seperated, and the molten core shot out, some explosions larger than others, but were held in place by the water; cooling the white hot mineral, and solidifying it slowly, but surely. And over the long long period of time, with the water slowly evaporating, the mountains formed, and the water level gradually shrunk down.
theThorn
She hides through life
Hoping one day to awake
at the end, of life's mistake
Theres a sash, draped and dragging
behind the peasantry of the town
As it flutters & falls, and cleans the township's walls
And I'm calling the moon rake on that one
There's a dream within a dream
and its played scene by scene
By the children of men dead of drunkenness
And each word that they spoke
Molding thoughts line prevoke
We awoke to the silence of Nothing.~
In the dankest, potent Dark
We must mold our remarks
As to say whats on your mind
Stands as sinful.
It's a sin to sign
Or create what's in your mind
"You must be blind, to capture the silence"
It's those words that shake
In our souls, rock; none awake
Hoping one day to awake
at the end, of life's mistake
Theres a sash, draped and dragging
behind the peasantry of the town
As it flutters & falls, and cleans the township's walls
And I'm calling the moon rake on that one
There's a dream within a dream
and its played scene by scene
By the children of men dead of drunkenness
And each word that they spoke
Molding thoughts line prevoke
We awoke to the silence of Nothing.~
In the dankest, potent Dark
We must mold our remarks
As to say whats on your mind
Stands as sinful.
It's a sin to sign
Or create what's in your mind
"You must be blind, to capture the silence"
It's those words that shake
In our souls, rock; none awake
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Bullet.in.Board
My bullet for my valentine is slowly becoming my bullet for Colombine..~ And I am shattered by its metallic sting.*~
I .. had an experience of a lifetime, and no supprisingly, yet amazingly, my first Overdose.
It was a night of mix & matching, and its no wonder it happened, though suprisingly, not as heavy as I now realize it should have been..~
I'm a fool, a Jester.~ But even fools have fun in the sunshine..
We all go to meet our so-claimed "Maker"; I've already met mine.~
I .. had an experience of a lifetime, and no supprisingly, yet amazingly, my first Overdose.
It was a night of mix & matching, and its no wonder it happened, though suprisingly, not as heavy as I now realize it should have been..~
I'm a fool, a Jester.~ But even fools have fun in the sunshine..
We all go to meet our so-claimed "Maker"; I've already met mine.~
Monday, September 13, 2010
Ensnare.. the Double Dare ~*{8-baller}*~
Oh godd,, oh my dear fucking Godd!!~ at this rate.. my new best friend better be Colombian..~~
I've seen more 8-balls used than at a dimly-lit pool-hall; this is no good,, no good at all.. and at this Rate,, I'll be as Blown up as the Easter bunny, and more white-faced than Edward.. more powdery than Charlie Chaplin's first editions, and more Ruined than the Roman empire..~ FmL and pass the compass, the snuff, and sniff.
I've seen more 8-balls used than at a dimly-lit pool-hall; this is no good,, no good at all.. and at this Rate,, I'll be as Blown up as the Easter bunny, and more white-faced than Edward.. more powdery than Charlie Chaplin's first editions, and more Ruined than the Roman empire..~ FmL and pass the compass, the snuff, and sniff.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
The Hateful Finch~ ... Bury S1m-one
Its time to tell what's really wrong. It's time to take your eyes out of your mind. It's time for eradication. It's time for suffocation. It's time for what's been injected to be rejected. It's time to barf out programming. It's time to cough out our lies. It's time to sing our feelings, and feel what we are thinking.
It's time to stab the drama. It's time to slap the sensitive. It's time to crucify the old-minded. And to spit in the face of the slow, and unchanging.
It's time to look into the eyes of the old and say, your time is done; man, beast, and saviour.
It's time to bury your smile, and unpack your ax.
It's time to sing of torment; it's time to feel the pain. It's time to look into the eyes of the devil and feel his ginger-warming sting.~
And time to grab the cheeks of defiance. It's time to show who's Godd!
It's time for you to Love me. It's time, by hate, to bow before me. I'm not a self-proclaimed Goddess.. but by thinking "ME", you have exalted thyself, sublimely.
Fuck God, and fuck King. I need no title. I'm Human. and that is my Honour, my calling, and my sole position on this earth.~
I don't need reverence, acceptance, or belief.~
I don't need you to see me, I don't need some happy visit.
I don't need your touch, or money; don't need your body, your soul (your ears)
I'm not some prophet for you to dangle~ some happy words for you to hear. Fuck you, fuck god, fuck Wisdom.
I'm Human, Let me be.~
Bury Someone..~ Bury S1m ~ one
It's time to stab the drama. It's time to slap the sensitive. It's time to crucify the old-minded. And to spit in the face of the slow, and unchanging.
It's time to look into the eyes of the old and say, your time is done; man, beast, and saviour.
It's time to bury your smile, and unpack your ax.
It's time to sing of torment; it's time to feel the pain. It's time to look into the eyes of the devil and feel his ginger-warming sting.~
And time to grab the cheeks of defiance. It's time to show who's Godd!
It's time for you to Love me. It's time, by hate, to bow before me. I'm not a self-proclaimed Goddess.. but by thinking "ME", you have exalted thyself, sublimely.
Fuck God, and fuck King. I need no title. I'm Human. and that is my Honour, my calling, and my sole position on this earth.~
I don't need reverence, acceptance, or belief.~
I don't need you to see me, I don't need some happy visit.
I don't need your touch, or money; don't need your body, your soul (your ears)
I'm not some prophet for you to dangle~ some happy words for you to hear. Fuck you, fuck god, fuck Wisdom.
I'm Human, Let me be.~
Bury Someone..~ Bury S1m ~ one
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
the 100-days W*A*R
Quite the weekend..
Sum it up:
Friday; jokes at work, fooled around, and hardly did anything, looking forward to the evening; Keely's last day at work, and her going-away party of sorts.
The pissoff, the weakness, the induction, the powdery suduction
The walk, the meet & greet. The stroll, the entrance. The elevator, the doorway. The mirror, the bedroom. The exit.
The street walk, the buildings, the streetcross, the Blackshire pub.
The smile, the greeting, the hug, The pitcher(s), the small talk, the wait. The sipping, the backtalking. The complaint. The Table.
The sitting, the setting; the Denial, the explanation. The appology, the laugh.~
The blank...
The Shots, tequila, Ireland, the smile, the appology, the teaching, the lick drink suck, ... the Kiss... the kiss again, and the kissses that continued to follow throughout the night; the hug, the mark on the neck, the bathroom stall, the knock, the exit. The question, the answer,.. the white truck, the profanities, the Douche, the open door..
The drive away, Goodnight..
Saturday:
Dunno,, the work, the sorrow, the txt, the text back..
The meet by accident, the subway, the frosty, the draggy-hag, the unwanted conversation, the work, the talk. The Drums, the depression, the slight Happiness,, the Tongue pierce.
The text again, the shut-down,
the drugs, the freeze, the buzz..... the Bar.
The chick, the smile, the hair touch, the tit-squeeze, the drinks, the suggestion, the ass-grope, the shots, the spillage, the phone number. The trackdown.. the loss, the find. The meet. The greeting, the cloody memory. the rememberance. The Body Guard. The hand shakes, the plan exchange. The shots, the Jagger-Bombs, the shots, the sausage.
The calling, the meeting, the non-effect, the Honour, the history, the intregue..
The Rossiline; the Sinclair.
The Stewart, the confession; the wisdom, the Masons. The templars..
The phone exchange. The appointment.
The 2nd dose,, the 3rd. the tripping, the sweet sounds, the couch, the End.
Sunday.
Food poisoning.
Monday: Sickness, dillusion, dreams, the shreeks, the strangeness,, the inception. The disassociation. The travel. The moving room, the door to the sky.
the 20 + hours of sleep.
Tuesday:
Work; recession. Adaption. A tinged bitterness; a thought, a expression. A talk, a retelling, a reliving, a missing, Keely.
Sitting alone in an empty office, at ease, and typing out my memory-shards. Goodbye abandonment. I am alone, I sleep alone, I want you, ALONE.~
Sum it up:
Friday; jokes at work, fooled around, and hardly did anything, looking forward to the evening; Keely's last day at work, and her going-away party of sorts.
The pissoff, the weakness, the induction, the powdery suduction
The walk, the meet & greet. The stroll, the entrance. The elevator, the doorway. The mirror, the bedroom. The exit.
The street walk, the buildings, the streetcross, the Blackshire pub.
The smile, the greeting, the hug, The pitcher(s), the small talk, the wait. The sipping, the backtalking. The complaint. The Table.
The sitting, the setting; the Denial, the explanation. The appology, the laugh.~
The blank...
The Shots, tequila, Ireland, the smile, the appology, the teaching, the lick drink suck, ... the Kiss... the kiss again, and the kissses that continued to follow throughout the night; the hug, the mark on the neck, the bathroom stall, the knock, the exit. The question, the answer,.. the white truck, the profanities, the Douche, the open door..
The drive away, Goodnight..
Saturday:
Dunno,, the work, the sorrow, the txt, the text back..
The meet by accident, the subway, the frosty, the draggy-hag, the unwanted conversation, the work, the talk. The Drums, the depression, the slight Happiness,, the Tongue pierce.
The text again, the shut-down,
the drugs, the freeze, the buzz..... the Bar.
The chick, the smile, the hair touch, the tit-squeeze, the drinks, the suggestion, the ass-grope, the shots, the spillage, the phone number. The trackdown.. the loss, the find. The meet. The greeting, the cloody memory. the rememberance. The Body Guard. The hand shakes, the plan exchange. The shots, the Jagger-Bombs, the shots, the sausage.
The calling, the meeting, the non-effect, the Honour, the history, the intregue..
The Rossiline; the Sinclair.
The Stewart, the confession; the wisdom, the Masons. The templars..
The phone exchange. The appointment.
The 2nd dose,, the 3rd. the tripping, the sweet sounds, the couch, the End.
Sunday.
Food poisoning.
Monday: Sickness, dillusion, dreams, the shreeks, the strangeness,, the inception. The disassociation. The travel. The moving room, the door to the sky.
the 20 + hours of sleep.
Tuesday:
Work; recession. Adaption. A tinged bitterness; a thought, a expression. A talk, a retelling, a reliving, a missing, Keely.
Sitting alone in an empty office, at ease, and typing out my memory-shards. Goodbye abandonment. I am alone, I sleep alone, I want you, ALONE.~
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Sept. 4th~ Midnight.
Midnight; Sept. 4Th
To the Blackshire Pub we went; it was Veronick, Tiff and I. We were meeting up with Keely Powell, who was throwing a mini Going Away party, as it was her last day at work (that day, Friday Sept. 3rd).
Personally, I was not impressed at all with the local; it was small, slow-paced, and not very populated,, which basically means, everything I DON'T look for in my entertainment.~
All the same, I was already there, and I did say I was coming; there was no going back now, I had to grin & bear it~ atleast for the time being. I was just hoping onea my roommates (who were at TJ's by this time) would ring me up, and I would have an excuse to split.~
Okok,, we neared the bar, and there were several full tables on the front patio. Then we saw Keely; already semi-drunk, and wearing a big smile on her face. I have been working with Keely since the February, and we actually started on the same day (although she was a returner for her 3rd year), and she was soon promoted to "Team Leader" which she held ever since. This reason in perticular, was why I never really got to know her. We had sat on the bus together several nights; "shot the shit", and discussed random, yet interesting topics, ranging anywhere and everywhere from weed to religion.
She seemed chill enough outside work, but once we stepped through our employment's front door step, we became professionals, not friends.~
When we walked up to her, she was (as terrible as this may sound..) suprisingly pretty looking.~
She would rarely ever wear makeup to work, which she stated once we sat down, to which I confidently replied, "Unlike me"
They all laughed, and this then led her to say, "Yeah! Your gay right?"
To which I shockingly replied, "What?"
And she reitterated, "You're gay"
"No"
"See! I knew it.. just certain mannorisms, etc, I've seen your Facebook and.."
at which point, Tiff jumped in, "He's not gay..."
"What!! Oh! I'm sooooo sorry!!"
"hahah!! It's ok.. I do flaunt myself a bit,, it's to be expected"
"but you're atleast Bi though!?"
"Umm,, I wouldn't say I'm Bi,, I mean, I've made out with guys, but I wouldn't consider myself Bi.. When I was drunk, or was on E etc, and I was basically makeing out with everyone..."
"Hahah. Oh well I'm so sorry!"
"Gosh,, don't be.. I don't care, really"
Yup, you've seen it~ First my mama thinks I'm gay, and now my Supervisor..~ Sweet! :P
Anywayz,, we went back inside (somehow.. mind my blotchy story..), and we parked up at the bar to grab some shots. Somehow, we came across the path of another girl, also of Irish decent. Maybe thats why I decided to be extra generous, and buy her a shot as well.
We got 3 Tequila shots.
Now, at my own request, Keely taught me the proper procedure for doing a Teq shot, and somewhere not too long after, (and by Godd,, for the life of me, I can't remember how) within literally 3 seconds, I was kissing Keely, and continued to do so for the rest of the night.. I do not wish or Need to say more..~~
To the Blackshire Pub we went; it was Veronick, Tiff and I. We were meeting up with Keely Powell, who was throwing a mini Going Away party, as it was her last day at work (that day, Friday Sept. 3rd).
Personally, I was not impressed at all with the local; it was small, slow-paced, and not very populated,, which basically means, everything I DON'T look for in my entertainment.~
All the same, I was already there, and I did say I was coming; there was no going back now, I had to grin & bear it~ atleast for the time being. I was just hoping onea my roommates (who were at TJ's by this time) would ring me up, and I would have an excuse to split.~
Okok,, we neared the bar, and there were several full tables on the front patio. Then we saw Keely; already semi-drunk, and wearing a big smile on her face. I have been working with Keely since the February, and we actually started on the same day (although she was a returner for her 3rd year), and she was soon promoted to "Team Leader" which she held ever since. This reason in perticular, was why I never really got to know her. We had sat on the bus together several nights; "shot the shit", and discussed random, yet interesting topics, ranging anywhere and everywhere from weed to religion.
She seemed chill enough outside work, but once we stepped through our employment's front door step, we became professionals, not friends.~
When we walked up to her, she was (as terrible as this may sound..) suprisingly pretty looking.~
She would rarely ever wear makeup to work, which she stated once we sat down, to which I confidently replied, "Unlike me"
They all laughed, and this then led her to say, "Yeah! Your gay right?"
To which I shockingly replied, "What?"
And she reitterated, "You're gay"
"No"
"See! I knew it.. just certain mannorisms, etc, I've seen your Facebook and.."
at which point, Tiff jumped in, "He's not gay..."
"What!! Oh! I'm sooooo sorry!!"
"hahah!! It's ok.. I do flaunt myself a bit,, it's to be expected"
"but you're atleast Bi though!?"
"Umm,, I wouldn't say I'm Bi,, I mean, I've made out with guys, but I wouldn't consider myself Bi.. When I was drunk, or was on E etc, and I was basically makeing out with everyone..."
"Hahah. Oh well I'm so sorry!"
"Gosh,, don't be.. I don't care, really"
Yup, you've seen it~ First my mama thinks I'm gay, and now my Supervisor..~ Sweet! :P
Anywayz,, we went back inside (somehow.. mind my blotchy story..), and we parked up at the bar to grab some shots. Somehow, we came across the path of another girl, also of Irish decent. Maybe thats why I decided to be extra generous, and buy her a shot as well.
We got 3 Tequila shots.
Now, at my own request, Keely taught me the proper procedure for doing a Teq shot, and somewhere not too long after, (and by Godd,, for the life of me, I can't remember how) within literally 3 seconds, I was kissing Keely, and continued to do so for the rest of the night.. I do not wish or Need to say more..~~
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
~ Beauty ~
Beauty breeds Independence:
Beauty needs no connections, no family, or ties.~ Beauty has it's own two feet, and can travel where it will; whenever it wills it.~
Beauty does not need to be kind, for in her company, there's a willingness to bear all that is bitter, to taste & see the Sweet.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder; which means, the eyes of the world, and even the blindest of eyes can sense her sultry song... of beauty.~
Beauty is a feeling, a chemical reaction; the senses are heightened, and the Feeling, aroused.
Like food to an empty stomach, we embrace her textures, no matter the shape or how crafted.~
Women are like a meal~ if crafted properly, will yield the most appealing, and fulfilling of experience; complete contentment, and sustenance.
If slapped together carelessly, with the soft hands of inexperience & a confined wisdom, the final produce will be only chimerical, plastic, and as unsatisfying as a fake, plastic processed-cheese..~
Beauty needs no connections, no family, or ties.~ Beauty has it's own two feet, and can travel where it will; whenever it wills it.~
Beauty does not need to be kind, for in her company, there's a willingness to bear all that is bitter, to taste & see the Sweet.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder; which means, the eyes of the world, and even the blindest of eyes can sense her sultry song... of beauty.~
Beauty is a feeling, a chemical reaction; the senses are heightened, and the Feeling, aroused.
Like food to an empty stomach, we embrace her textures, no matter the shape or how crafted.~
Women are like a meal~ if crafted properly, will yield the most appealing, and fulfilling of experience; complete contentment, and sustenance.
If slapped together carelessly, with the soft hands of inexperience & a confined wisdom, the final produce will be only chimerical, plastic, and as unsatisfying as a fake, plastic processed-cheese..~
The Wedding.~*~
On Friday night, Dave, Elisabete & I, along with the two bride's maids & two older brothers met up for the rehearsal dinner at Fellini Koolini's. They arrived fashionably late (over a half hour), and we didn't end up ordering until probably 40 min afterwards.. funn..
After dinner, we went to Jacks (bar), as well as T.J.Baxters before heading home, as we had a early morning brunch planned.
We were supposed to meet up at around 11:30, or a little later, to make it over to Dave's house for the brunch before heading out to get dressed up & ready in our suits.
Had some drinks; brought silver Patron & dark Havana Club, Sprite & lime wedges, so we has a few before heading out, back to the house where the ceremony was set to begin.
Long story short, we bought some Ciagros, and headed to the house; waiting in the front parking lot for the ceremony to begin. The sound of the hired Bagpiper in the distance made this day serenely unreal.~
The ceremony itself was not long, but there was not a idle moment. At the beginning, there was laid out the foundation of this process; the story of how, in the acient lands of the Celts, where priests were hard to come by, a ceremony of sorts was conducted between two individuals as a token of their commitment to one another; a robe was wrapped around their wrists, with each wrap around, a symbol of one of their commitments, and a knot was tied at the end; the basis of the statement "Tying the knot", along with the blood ceremony~ where blood was drawn, and mixed physically at the wrist.~
The whole procession was both beautiful to the eye, as well as the ear, and the senses; the Old Country hung heavy over that day, and if there were a God, he would have seen that it was good..~
After dinner, we went to Jacks (bar), as well as T.J.Baxters before heading home, as we had a early morning brunch planned.
We were supposed to meet up at around 11:30, or a little later, to make it over to Dave's house for the brunch before heading out to get dressed up & ready in our suits.
Had some drinks; brought silver Patron & dark Havana Club, Sprite & lime wedges, so we has a few before heading out, back to the house where the ceremony was set to begin.
Long story short, we bought some Ciagros, and headed to the house; waiting in the front parking lot for the ceremony to begin. The sound of the hired Bagpiper in the distance made this day serenely unreal.~
The ceremony itself was not long, but there was not a idle moment. At the beginning, there was laid out the foundation of this process; the story of how, in the acient lands of the Celts, where priests were hard to come by, a ceremony of sorts was conducted between two individuals as a token of their commitment to one another; a robe was wrapped around their wrists, with each wrap around, a symbol of one of their commitments, and a knot was tied at the end; the basis of the statement "Tying the knot", along with the blood ceremony~ where blood was drawn, and mixed physically at the wrist.~
The whole procession was both beautiful to the eye, as well as the ear, and the senses; the Old Country hung heavy over that day, and if there were a God, he would have seen that it was good..~
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Come..~
~Come mi alma, me siento miserable.~*
A loose translation, done by my muther, for my original line:
Eat my soul, I'm wretched..~
-D.
A loose translation, done by my muther, for my original line:
Eat my soul, I'm wretched..~
-D.
Created today.~ new tracks
- Pivotal (Thing)
- French Song (Remix)
- Lord Adams
- Born in the A.D.D.
- Cacausionally
*** is/it's a Pivotal thing, it's a beautiful thing; a Feeling
(do you feel me?) (do you feel me?)
And it comes to ~ TIME, it's a Pivotal thing, it's a beautiful thing, and it's leaving
Time, is a beautiful thing, it's a Pivotal thing~
And it comes to Lust; it's a pitiful thing, it's a Pivotal thing
Lets me see you Lust; at the beautiful things,
- French Song (Remix)
- Lord Adams
- Born in the A.D.D.
- Cacausionally
*** is/it's a Pivotal thing, it's a beautiful thing; a Feeling
(do you feel me?) (do you feel me?)
And it comes to ~ TIME, it's a Pivotal thing, it's a beautiful thing, and it's leaving
Time, is a beautiful thing, it's a Pivotal thing~
And it comes to Lust; it's a pitiful thing, it's a Pivotal thing
Lets me see you Lust; at the beautiful things,
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Electro_Arise.*~
Over the past 24-hours, I have had some interesting ideas for an Electro move for myself; several song titles, and even schemes/ideas for a Debut album (maybe)~ We shall soon see.
Firstly and foremostly, I have been realizing that, nothing worth something cost nothing, and that being said, I need to walk out of my house at my next available time, and order a Korg keyboard, and some for of Technology & Equpt. to get my Electronica it's wings & flight~
I'm a *O*D*N G*D
- The Mariachi:
An electro-opera, where there is a Cover of some famous Mexican
Folk song, to a story (in dance) of a young man & girl, with the young man trying to prove his Love to her throw his passion, and song~
Track Listing:
- Lord Adams -(to be the name of my microSynth by Korg)
- God (Golden) *** Working Title only
- Elevators (Falling Down)
-Sill Motion
- 9-11, 1, 3 & 5
Firstly and foremostly, I have been realizing that, nothing worth something cost nothing, and that being said, I need to walk out of my house at my next available time, and order a Korg keyboard, and some for of Technology & Equpt. to get my Electronica it's wings & flight~
I'm a *O*D*N G*D
- The Mariachi:
An electro-opera, where there is a Cover of some famous Mexican
Folk song, to a story (in dance) of a young man & girl, with the young man trying to prove his Love to her throw his passion, and song~
Track Listing:
- Lord Adams -(to be the name of my microSynth by Korg)
- God (Golden) *** Working Title only
- Elevators (Falling Down)
-Sill Motion
- 9-11, 1, 3 & 5
Monday, August 23, 2010
Only IF.~*~
If you can reject a person you love, you can reject anyone.
If you can think of killing someone you love, you can really kill anyone
If you can hate someone you love, love will be found in no one.
If you can give up something, or someone at will, you can give up anything.~
If you can hate your self, and take your own life, You really have no limits.~
If you can think of killing someone you love, you can really kill anyone
If you can hate someone you love, love will be found in no one.
If you can give up something, or someone at will, you can give up anything.~
If you can hate your self, and take your own life, You really have no limits.~
~Water!~
It's rather strange but, ever time I drink water here at the office, I get this very strange FLOOD of natural scenes flwoing through my head; a field, a lake, a mountain side, a hike.~ I am whisked away by WATER!...
We all dream of our inner divinity; but it's not what you see, but how you can make other's see.~
We spend so much time following wisemen that we forget to be wise on our own.~
Who are you to say I'm wrong? You're not wrong, and I'm not "right", but we are bright, like burning stars; we've just scribbled out our light.~
I'd rather have a dime-store hooker than get hooked by you
Though she may give AIDS, I'm sure i'll suffer less
Then to be held close to your razor-blade chest.~
We all dream of our inner divinity; but it's not what you see, but how you can make other's see.~
We spend so much time following wisemen that we forget to be wise on our own.~
Who are you to say I'm wrong? You're not wrong, and I'm not "right", but we are bright, like burning stars; we've just scribbled out our light.~
I'd rather have a dime-store hooker than get hooked by you
Though she may give AIDS, I'm sure i'll suffer less
Then to be held close to your razor-blade chest.~
Friday, August 20, 2010
Bach. ~ #90 ~
Tonight my brother's Bachelor Party; should be interesting to see what happens.. I'm only hoping nothing too awkward happens,, on my part.~
Talked to Val this morning; it's looking like Christmas in Taiwan~~ it's basically a Seal'd deal~. Now I just need to do my Homework, find out prices (for flights), ask around with friends to make sure they'll be there, as well as possibly get some leads on possible Appartments for the Month, and ask Chris Tarpy if he can hook us up with some transport (a scooter or 2). Should be good, if planned properly. If you're there, be there! and if you not, Are you gonna be there?
Talked to Val this morning; it's looking like Christmas in Taiwan~~ it's basically a Seal'd deal~. Now I just need to do my Homework, find out prices (for flights), ask around with friends to make sure they'll be there, as well as possibly get some leads on possible Appartments for the Month, and ask Chris Tarpy if he can hook us up with some transport (a scooter or 2). Should be good, if planned properly. If you're there, be there! and if you not, Are you gonna be there?
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Honour; reVisted..~ the 2nd comming
The Original post from July:.~*~
Honour all that is Lovely, and no other!~
Honour thyself and thy fiendish mother
Torture thyself to find pleasure
And when you've been found, you'll be their treasure.
Take heed, and walk blindly~ lest you wish to see the inevitable imperfection known as mankind.~
Strive for perfection~ be it in creating, or destruction..~
I feel your pain~~ each time I whip you, I pinch myself back...~~~
Honour all that is Lovely, and no other!~
Honour thyself and thy fiendish mother
Torture thyself to find pleasure
And when you've been found, you'll be their treasure.
Take heed, and walk blindly~ lest you wish to see the inevitable imperfection known as mankind.~
Strive for perfection~ be it in creating, or destruction..~
I feel your pain~~ each time I whip you, I pinch myself back...~~~
No one Ever FULLY agrees.~
No one ever Fully agrees with another person completely; for every single thing they think or do throughout their whole life.
This only proves we are just segrigaded Individuals, and thus being stated, who's to stand between you and anything really except a bunch of divided individuals.
The only one standing between your
People always say; "Oh well, in order to be worshipped, honoured, or esteemed Greater then one's fellows, you need People; every King needs his subjects"
This I must disagree with, due to the simple fact that, Without you to honour me, I would honour myself; without you to idolize me~ I would simply idolize myself.~
We all really need nothing more than a beating heart, and a pulsating mind.~
I say no more.
This only proves we are just segrigaded Individuals, and thus being stated, who's to stand between you and anything really except a bunch of divided individuals.
The only one standing between your
People always say; "Oh well, in order to be worshipped, honoured, or esteemed Greater then one's fellows, you need People; every King needs his subjects"
This I must disagree with, due to the simple fact that, Without you to honour me, I would honour myself; without you to idolize me~ I would simply idolize myself.~
We all really need nothing more than a beating heart, and a pulsating mind.~
I say no more.
Over.~
As far as Mind over Matter is concerned, its really all the same. There is no strange Battle between them. If you're In-Love, when you are with the individual, you Feel the feelings; when you are absent, you Think of those feelings; your mind Re-creates them in your mental world, for you.~
In order to get over anything, you have to push in the opposite direction.
This explained, (for instance) if you want to get over junk food cravings, the more you eat it (in a row), the less you like it (hamburgers as a shining example..)
The best way to get Over something is to Dive into it; use and abuse it, and get so much that you can never STAND to see, feel, or hear (of) it ever again!
Be it man, woman, food, place, thing, drug, drink, smell, taste, look, or idea~
Abuse it, and it's lost its sacred divinity.~*~
In order to get over anything, you have to push in the opposite direction.
This explained, (for instance) if you want to get over junk food cravings, the more you eat it (in a row), the less you like it (hamburgers as a shining example..)
The best way to get Over something is to Dive into it; use and abuse it, and get so much that you can never STAND to see, feel, or hear (of) it ever again!
Be it man, woman, food, place, thing, drug, drink, smell, taste, look, or idea~
Abuse it, and it's lost its sacred divinity.~*~
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Part II.
Architecture aside, the mornings fresh and clean outside.
We walk in stride, glancing at the piece of glass encased in gold & leather on our wrists, hoping our body has kept on beat; still up to date with the schedulized mind.**
And then at this intersecting road, filled by our immense collective flow [which at that moment, was collected into a sea of bodies] flows on each sides, branching either side. Each crowd has come to their stop; they are changing lines, and moving on towards each of their individual agenda.
Nothing should happen by accident; not it this present world of ours.
We know what works, and what does not.
Accidents do not happen; they're allowed.~ Either by negligence, or by some other inwardly motivated power.. for the disembertterment of another.~
Whats a word that means Darkening??
In our intersecting twilight
The rows of roof-tops, of houses neatly placed
In hats of grey, and garments beige
They lay
Dressed in our cool, ** blue
Arise, to a restful summer
On a beach; golden sands anew
and to roll over on warmness, to bake
In the sunrays at some strange layered night falls of daydreamers
I'll be damned if you'd greet me, alone
And if with smiles; never leave me alone
Cause I'm scared of the dark, in the day
And I'm freezing, with fire I play
Why is it in our solemn song
That we find all the answers to whats wrong.
I am mad to a pulp at my restraint
I cant believe just how helpless I'm shaped
If In the imagine of God I were made
Then to what pitiful being have I prayed?
I will not be accepting of my fate
I refuse to obey you beautiful king
Cause I feel that your crown should've been my ring
And all the jewels on your neck cannot equal my eyes
And your pure, polished gowns aren't as white
As the flesh that garnished my might.~
To give another what you have in bulk
Almost feel pompous, but still, has its ...
It's hilarious that through tension I find release
And the softest of angel is a Beast.
And I'd worship the Devil if you'd see
That by your reaction, you worship me.~
... If I were insane . ~*~
We walk in stride, glancing at the piece of glass encased in gold & leather on our wrists, hoping our body has kept on beat; still up to date with the schedulized mind.**
And then at this intersecting road, filled by our immense collective flow [which at that moment, was collected into a sea of bodies] flows on each sides, branching either side. Each crowd has come to their stop; they are changing lines, and moving on towards each of their individual agenda.
Nothing should happen by accident; not it this present world of ours.
We know what works, and what does not.
Accidents do not happen; they're allowed.~ Either by negligence, or by some other inwardly motivated power.. for the disembertterment of another.~
Whats a word that means Darkening??
In our intersecting twilight
The rows of roof-tops, of houses neatly placed
In hats of grey, and garments beige
They lay
Dressed in our cool, ** blue
Arise, to a restful summer
On a beach; golden sands anew
and to roll over on warmness, to bake
In the sunrays at some strange layered night falls of daydreamers
I'll be damned if you'd greet me, alone
And if with smiles; never leave me alone
Cause I'm scared of the dark, in the day
And I'm freezing, with fire I play
Why is it in our solemn song
That we find all the answers to whats wrong.
I am mad to a pulp at my restraint
I cant believe just how helpless I'm shaped
If In the imagine of God I were made
Then to what pitiful being have I prayed?
I will not be accepting of my fate
I refuse to obey you beautiful king
Cause I feel that your crown should've been my ring
And all the jewels on your neck cannot equal my eyes
And your pure, polished gowns aren't as white
As the flesh that garnished my might.~
To give another what you have in bulk
Almost feel pompous, but still, has its ...
It's hilarious that through tension I find release
And the softest of angel is a Beast.
And I'd worship the Devil if you'd see
That by your reaction, you worship me.~
... If I were insane . ~*~
Monday, August 16, 2010
A Dream, within a Dream
I go to bed every night, In hope that I can awake in my other life in the city.~
close my eyes, gracious sleep; a door is all that lays before me
I am dress in my smooth, sharp divinity
I step out; before me lies the bulking majority of this thriving metropolitan collage
Of a vast multitude of faces; stand, and different each one, and yet~ strangely similar in basic cast.~
Into the vast movement, the crowded non-sense I step.
And in that pulse, so serene, everything flows at a set speed
You walk in the crowd without thinking, though you realize each step
Everyone is clad so clean; wearing crisp, fresh pressed clothes
The air seems softly garnished with rose;
We are stepping yet closer to our dreams
Just as there's a swarming crowd of black, blue, and tweed, towering monuments paint the morning sky with artificial blue clouds.~
The skies are still blue; all that is above a man's height retains that blue, like crystal clear water without the splash.
It's Sky-scrapes which line the streets on every side, almost like the overseeing guardians of the present age.
With their shiny, reflecting walls, they amplify the empty space, making the air above a land of it's own.~
To describe it all would be a rambling of eternity! There are no skies! It's an all blue, see-through; a land in the sky of perfect baby-blue.
We continue down the road, not thinking more of our next step, than we do for out next meal: 12:00pm sharp. Lunch time is arranged and set. Our lives seem arranged & set,,..
It's not some group of Hawks overlooking a town of rats and rodents; we're not encaged beasts within this town of splendour~ No; they're more like white marble slabs, as those engraved by the Greeks of old, as caretakers: The protectors & guardians of our own wall-street express.
And as we pass them by, we are almost giving them honour and gratitude by following their inlaid path of resistant black asphalt.
The sea of black, blue and tweed moves ever onward. No one ever looks up; no one ever notices the day to day surroundings. It's not because we do not agree with it's choice of garment this morning, but its more, that we see the world through the eyes of the adept. We don't need to waste our time anymore on whats been done; whats been laid down.~ We are saving our observatory powers for the unthinkable, and invisible.~
I'd feel you're pain...~
close my eyes, gracious sleep; a door is all that lays before me
I am dress in my smooth, sharp divinity
I step out; before me lies the bulking majority of this thriving metropolitan collage
Of a vast multitude of faces; stand, and different each one, and yet~ strangely similar in basic cast.~
Into the vast movement, the crowded non-sense I step.
And in that pulse, so serene, everything flows at a set speed
You walk in the crowd without thinking, though you realize each step
Everyone is clad so clean; wearing crisp, fresh pressed clothes
The air seems softly garnished with rose;
We are stepping yet closer to our dreams
Just as there's a swarming crowd of black, blue, and tweed, towering monuments paint the morning sky with artificial blue clouds.~
The skies are still blue; all that is above a man's height retains that blue, like crystal clear water without the splash.
It's Sky-scrapes which line the streets on every side, almost like the overseeing guardians of the present age.
With their shiny, reflecting walls, they amplify the empty space, making the air above a land of it's own.~
To describe it all would be a rambling of eternity! There are no skies! It's an all blue, see-through; a land in the sky of perfect baby-blue.
We continue down the road, not thinking more of our next step, than we do for out next meal: 12:00pm sharp. Lunch time is arranged and set. Our lives seem arranged & set,,..
It's not some group of Hawks overlooking a town of rats and rodents; we're not encaged beasts within this town of splendour~ No; they're more like white marble slabs, as those engraved by the Greeks of old, as caretakers: The protectors & guardians of our own wall-street express.
And as we pass them by, we are almost giving them honour and gratitude by following their inlaid path of resistant black asphalt.
The sea of black, blue and tweed moves ever onward. No one ever looks up; no one ever notices the day to day surroundings. It's not because we do not agree with it's choice of garment this morning, but its more, that we see the world through the eyes of the adept. We don't need to waste our time anymore on whats been done; whats been laid down.~ We are saving our observatory powers for the unthinkable, and invisible.~
I'd feel you're pain...~
Friday, August 13, 2010
the Inception Conception.
I feel very Blessed, and even "Lucky" to have partaken, and been present for the Inception-age.~ We are living in the day of a dreamy awakening; we're awaking to our dreams, inside our dreams, and~ Taking back our reigns.
We are dreaming of dreams; unslaving, unveiling, and Prevailing within our ethereal reality; the Planet of our Own.
We have a reality within us, which we have long forgotten; unvail it you clogged up male-whore,, loose the mental oppression of the so names "Right & Wrong"!
Nothing is Evil or Good.~ There is .. a Marble slab of mixed shardes of shade~ We are a Collage of Observations.~ We are what we watch, what we see: what we eat, and what we wear.~ It's all an expressionism know is Society.~ Higher and Lower societys are just defined by how much Originality.. and how much implantation our minds are capable of relaying to the eyes of those around us.~
Being intune with one's self is portrayed by our own Display of ourselves.~ How we act, speak, dream, and see things are all calibrated by what we have been Told to compare it with.~
Forget all you know to Learn all just how much you DONT (know).~
Loose yourself to find your mind.~ (yes.~ I'm going to make a Trance song based off of this line.~)
Sign off~ -D.
We are dreaming of dreams; unslaving, unveiling, and Prevailing within our ethereal reality; the Planet of our Own.
We have a reality within us, which we have long forgotten; unvail it you clogged up male-whore,, loose the mental oppression of the so names "Right & Wrong"!
Nothing is Evil or Good.~ There is .. a Marble slab of mixed shardes of shade~ We are a Collage of Observations.~ We are what we watch, what we see: what we eat, and what we wear.~ It's all an expressionism know is Society.~ Higher and Lower societys are just defined by how much Originality.. and how much implantation our minds are capable of relaying to the eyes of those around us.~
Being intune with one's self is portrayed by our own Display of ourselves.~ How we act, speak, dream, and see things are all calibrated by what we have been Told to compare it with.~
Forget all you know to Learn all just how much you DONT (know).~
Loose yourself to find your mind.~ (yes.~ I'm going to make a Trance song based off of this line.~)
Sign off~ -D.
Most Notable Quote of the Day.~*~
Friday August 13, 2010:
"As the impact happened, I'm thinking, 'I'm going to be dead,'"
"Then I realized that I was in so much pain, I couldn't possibly be dead."
- Ute Linhart, a fashion industry executive
{ excerps from a new post }
"As the impact happened, I'm thinking, 'I'm going to be dead,'"
"Then I realized that I was in so much pain, I couldn't possibly be dead."
- Ute Linhart, a fashion industry executive
{ excerps from a new post }
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Venus: ~ to an amazing mind.
There's a girl dressed in plain
pearly eyelids of pain
In her veins flows more energy then oil.~
And shes laying in a field
Of her mind's year-end yield
And she's bending the stare-gazing starlight
And on the ground; picnic pitch
By her hand's garnished stitch
Is the patterns of thoughts We've forgotten
Shes a young maiden-mind
Of her minds wealth of years
Though she fears what she hears in the real world
In her imaginative mind
She constructs scenes for the blind
Intertwined, like a laced Valhallan-wine.
Like a desert poppy flower
She is filled with potent Power
A presentation of sensation;
Always find her.~
She constructs what she wants
Doesn't wait, but creates
What she waits for.~
pearly eyelids of pain
In her veins flows more energy then oil.~
And shes laying in a field
Of her mind's year-end yield
And she's bending the stare-gazing starlight
And on the ground; picnic pitch
By her hand's garnished stitch
Is the patterns of thoughts We've forgotten
Shes a young maiden-mind
Of her minds wealth of years
Though she fears what she hears in the real world
In her imaginative mind
She constructs scenes for the blind
Intertwined, like a laced Valhallan-wine.
Like a desert poppy flower
She is filled with potent Power
A presentation of sensation;
Always find her.~
She constructs what she wants
Doesn't wait, but creates
What she waits for.~
AirCons
The Theory of the Air-conditioner
I recently discovered an interesting theory playing on the big screen of my Brain the other day: Air-con's cause Cancer, and we have all been exposed to her putrid gamma-rays.~ We have all been exposed, and thus, will all dye a painful, drawnout, Pension-dispersing Death~ culminating in a massive accumilated Debit as your Hand-me-downs to your children & loved-ones to carry, like the Bricks-without-straw cubes which make up the Ancient pyramids~
We are frugil care-takers of our greatest (and most valuable) possession: Our Bodies (and lets just throw in a Combo side-order of The Mind.~)
I recently discovered an interesting theory playing on the big screen of my Brain the other day: Air-con's cause Cancer, and we have all been exposed to her putrid gamma-rays.~ We have all been exposed, and thus, will all dye a painful, drawnout, Pension-dispersing Death~ culminating in a massive accumilated Debit as your Hand-me-downs to your children & loved-ones to carry, like the Bricks-without-straw cubes which make up the Ancient pyramids~
We are frugil care-takers of our greatest (and most valuable) possession: Our Bodies (and lets just throw in a Combo side-order of The Mind.~)
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
one Fine morning.
Today I bought my first full Suit; a very nice suit I might add.~ It's not the traditional one I've always wanted; pin-stripe with a really Suave look to it~ a look of posh stuck-upness :]
But, I feel it's even better~ because It stands out, and in the words of my brother (whose opinion on matters of Fashion, looks, and presentation I greatly admire, and look up to) "that suit was made for you"~ We shall soon see.
No~ I didn't just go out on a spree-frenzy, buying a suit for the sake of buying a Suit,,~~ it was Deeper than that..~ A marriage.
Not mine, ohh no! My brother's; the same one I greatly admire..~ My only brother (though, at times, even he feels like a Half-brother; not because of Him or what he has done, said, or treated me, but simply cuz I'm a cunt, and a self-centred Independent prick, who strives off the fairy-tale fantasy that I am indeed an Orphan~)
Last night I went to bed early, as I had to wake up and be ready for the day before 9:30am.~ Yeah, that's probably not Early at allll in your minds, but for my regular schedule of 3:00-4:00am nighty-nights~ that is Off-schedule.~ :)
I set my alarm for 7:00am; refraining from some available drinks, Tylenol, or MDMA.
I woke up. on time, but still tired, I rolled over again back into happy-everland; rolled back over to the hour of 9:00, and got up, hoping I was quick enough on the draw to multi-task a Wake-up, breakfast, clothes-picking face-wash all withing the allotted half hour~ either that Or~ that Peter (my 2nd oldest brother) would be late.~
Fortunately, I was an able chap, and was ready to go at the time I got a Txt saying : I'm outside.
We drove off, heading down to Old South to pick up my 3rd brother, Steven, who we were all Praying would be ready..~ slow ass..
Once we picked him up, we shot back down the road (which was just a lye,,, we were slow as a constipated DUMP..~) towards International, the store where we were heading to purchase our suits.
We met up with Nester at his house (he jumped in, and we headed back out, heading closer towards White Oaks-area). While we were driving past, Nester said "You know, there was a Homicide out here last night; some chick got murdered". That's the first time I've heard "Homicide" used in a actual sentence out side of Law & Order.~
Uggh,, this is soo long..~~ I don't wanna tell the story anymore.. TBC~~
But, I feel it's even better~ because It stands out, and in the words of my brother (whose opinion on matters of Fashion, looks, and presentation I greatly admire, and look up to) "that suit was made for you"~ We shall soon see.
No~ I didn't just go out on a spree-frenzy, buying a suit for the sake of buying a Suit,,~~ it was Deeper than that..~ A marriage.
Not mine, ohh no! My brother's; the same one I greatly admire..~ My only brother (though, at times, even he feels like a Half-brother; not because of Him or what he has done, said, or treated me, but simply cuz I'm a cunt, and a self-centred Independent prick, who strives off the fairy-tale fantasy that I am indeed an Orphan~)
Last night I went to bed early, as I had to wake up and be ready for the day before 9:30am.~ Yeah, that's probably not Early at allll in your minds, but for my regular schedule of 3:00-4:00am nighty-nights~ that is Off-schedule.~ :)
I set my alarm for 7:00am; refraining from some available drinks, Tylenol, or MDMA.
I woke up. on time, but still tired, I rolled over again back into happy-everland; rolled back over to the hour of 9:00, and got up, hoping I was quick enough on the draw to multi-task a Wake-up, breakfast, clothes-picking face-wash all withing the allotted half hour~ either that Or~ that Peter (my 2nd oldest brother) would be late.~
Fortunately, I was an able chap, and was ready to go at the time I got a Txt saying : I'm outside.
We drove off, heading down to Old South to pick up my 3rd brother, Steven, who we were all Praying would be ready..~ slow ass..
Once we picked him up, we shot back down the road (which was just a lye,,, we were slow as a constipated DUMP..~) towards International, the store where we were heading to purchase our suits.
We met up with Nester at his house (he jumped in, and we headed back out, heading closer towards White Oaks-area). While we were driving past, Nester said "You know, there was a Homicide out here last night; some chick got murdered". That's the first time I've heard "Homicide" used in a actual sentence out side of Law & Order.~
Uggh,, this is soo long..~~ I don't wanna tell the story anymore.. TBC~~
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
the Watery haven
There's something very Euphoric I hear, about drowning~
There's something to do with you letting the water fill your lungs; the weightlessness of your body.~ But what I think is, it's caused mostly by the Realization~ at the frightful, and last moments of Life~ you realize it's the only death that your not Alone~ your Surround, and supported by the very thing taking your life./~
There's something to do with you letting the water fill your lungs; the weightlessness of your body.~ But what I think is, it's caused mostly by the Realization~ at the frightful, and last moments of Life~ you realize it's the only death that your not Alone~ your Surround, and supported by the very thing taking your life./~
Monday, August 9, 2010
its for me.~
Just a small disclaimer.~ I'm not here for fame, fortune, or even recognition.~
I dont need your praises, nor your sympathetic symphony/~ I'm really doing this all for me.~ I want to Know Myself, and this is how I can understand what I'm Thinking..~~ By Writing it up for myself to read over,, or simply Rescan as I type it out; materializing my Thoughts~ it's all just for a Material version of the Within.~
I'm not boasting,, I'm not Setting myself Above nor Beyond anyone else, but I could write my own Self Help books, and probably learn more than reading Yours or someone else's idea or concept which is not in the Wording that my Body & Mind can comprehend..~ Fully...
It's like reading a Poem you've created, vs. trying to comprehend [,, possibly] what the Author is trying to convey~?
Why,, simply.. WHy~
Fudge the fruitcake, and toss the Fettucini
I dont need your praises, nor your sympathetic symphony/~ I'm really doing this all for me.~ I want to Know Myself, and this is how I can understand what I'm Thinking..~~ By Writing it up for myself to read over,, or simply Rescan as I type it out; materializing my Thoughts~ it's all just for a Material version of the Within.~
I'm not boasting,, I'm not Setting myself Above nor Beyond anyone else, but I could write my own Self Help books, and probably learn more than reading Yours or someone else's idea or concept which is not in the Wording that my Body & Mind can comprehend..~ Fully...
It's like reading a Poem you've created, vs. trying to comprehend [,, possibly] what the Author is trying to convey~?
Why,, simply.. WHy~
Fudge the fruitcake, and toss the Fettucini
August 88th.~*~
As of August 8th (or 9th depending on which side of the world you're on..), it has Officially been 10 years since I had my mind painfully expanded; shot out, and remolded out of the routine Rutt that all too many North Americans are still the slaves of.~
That was the day I moved to Asia,, when I saw a World beyond,, a world outside, and separate to some extent at least,, ~ A different Mentality~ A New World.
It wasn't as much of a Physical change,, though it was Humid as a crack-whore's ~...~
, it was more of a Mentality alteration~ A new way of seeing things, and acting accordingly.~
I have learned to see things differently; instead of being Wrong, Strange & new things are just Alternate ways of doing something.~
There is always a Alternative way of Seeing, doing, or Being something~ and really, there is no Definites, ~anything and everything can be done, and redone on an infinite level.~ And here I am.
That was the day I moved to Asia,, when I saw a World beyond,, a world outside, and separate to some extent at least,, ~ A different Mentality~ A New World.
It wasn't as much of a Physical change,, though it was Humid as a crack-whore's ~...~
, it was more of a Mentality alteration~ A new way of seeing things, and acting accordingly.~
I have learned to see things differently; instead of being Wrong, Strange & new things are just Alternate ways of doing something.~
There is always a Alternative way of Seeing, doing, or Being something~ and really, there is no Definites, ~anything and everything can be done, and redone on an infinite level.~ And here I am.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Tylonol + Alcho = SLeeP
I just finally realized that consuming Any amount of alcohal + tylonol = Long deep sleep~
This, in the setting of a Work-day = total eminent disaster!! Like today.. waking up at 10:30, when my shift starts at 10:00! ..showing up half an hr late for my shift at work... fml~ sobb//
The worst thing is, I basically Already knew all this.. I knew what the Possible outcome was, But..
I didnt care enough to SToP~ AND NOW, I will suffer for my Sins in the bottomless pit of a hr-less Paycheck..~ BooM* (yes.. I just shot my brains out, Bye!)
This, in the setting of a Work-day = total eminent disaster!! Like today.. waking up at 10:30, when my shift starts at 10:00! ..showing up half an hr late for my shift at work... fml~ sobb//
The worst thing is, I basically Already knew all this.. I knew what the Possible outcome was, But..
I didnt care enough to SToP~ AND NOW, I will suffer for my Sins in the bottomless pit of a hr-less Paycheck..~ BooM* (yes.. I just shot my brains out, Bye!)
Friday, August 6, 2010
a Talk of truth.~
Last night I talked to Lily Sakai,, and I vocalized my ideals, my goals, my ideas; my plans on life.~
I acknowledged my enjoyment in writing.. my want to make music.~
I wanna design, and start my Wicker-child clothing line~
I wanna write my movie script; Adept.~
I Wanna DO what my creations; the voices in my head.~ I wanna live the dream that is inside; inside my head, and LIVE IT, not just see it..~ as it flows on by,, like a loosely glad nymph in silky gown.~
I wanna Bone that Prom-queen.~ and HURT UU!! if u stand in my wayyy.~
-Dan * mL * Yes.. that's a L - finger-hand sign~
I acknowledged my enjoyment in writing.. my want to make music.~
I wanna design, and start my Wicker-child clothing line~
I wanna write my movie script; Adept.~
I Wanna DO what my creations; the voices in my head.~ I wanna live the dream that is inside; inside my head, and LIVE IT, not just see it..~ as it flows on by,, like a loosely glad nymph in silky gown.~
I wanna Bone that Prom-queen.~ and HURT UU!! if u stand in my wayyy.~
-Dan * mL * Yes.. that's a L - finger-hand sign~
Thursday, August 5, 2010
70th Post: . ~ and a Note from me
OMfGGG!!!!!!!!!!!~*~
Ok,, so I get to work, I set everything upp, open all my programs, browers, and wordpad, note pad, tracking sheets etc etc etc, and (being that I always show up at work before my shift's starting time) I still had time on my hands, I clicked on the web browser, and typed in: 20at12.blogspot.com~~
to find a strange message box: "This blog has been Deleted" ... I nearly Shatt myself..~
I was so pisssed,, I almost ripped off my 3rd testate.~ But no,, I thought of my unborn children~ and instead, logged onto Facebook, and pissed, moaned, and grunted at Alyx.~
Ok,, so I get to work, I set everything upp, open all my programs, browers, and wordpad, note pad, tracking sheets etc etc etc, and (being that I always show up at work before my shift's starting time) I still had time on my hands, I clicked on the web browser, and typed in: 20at12.blogspot.com~~
to find a strange message box: "This blog has been Deleted" ... I nearly Shatt myself..~
I was so pisssed,, I almost ripped off my 3rd testate.~ But no,, I thought of my unborn children~ and instead, logged onto Facebook, and pissed, moaned, and grunted at Alyx.~
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Surfing the Ambient artistry.~+`>.~
While siting with the Bohemian in our dinning room, I heard a classical tune playing in the room next door; classical music, like the mood-music of an old 40's movie~ it was very pungent, and carried me off to a land of eloquence and sophistication; a world of the past age.
The lighting in the room, which was as dank as the vegetation we were smoking only aided the moody, and swaying Ballerina-like movements of a scene set in rhythm, dance and song, like all those countless balls which flooded the scenes of the rich and wonderful.~
Then back; back to the scene at present, like having a splash of water on the face, or a high pitched sound that wakes you from a pretty dream.
I was growing tired, yet~ interested in expanding my exploration on this strange and rather colourful visualization.~ I went upstairs, turned on my fan, and sat staring at my ceiling (which has wooden planks across, almost Tudor-style).~ I sat, and thought about turning on music, but I heard the rhythm of the fan, and the sounds of the air outside, and decided to just sit and absorb something beyond my regular intake.~
~ 818 ~
I laid down on my bed, and stared up at the white painted wooden ceiling..~ I started to trail, seeing a world outside of my regular, inspirational world. I saw the inspirations of painters, of fashion designers, and other Artsy peoples.~ I started to see things Outside the box~~ and through another Box,.~ Someone else eyes,, someone else's View.
I Then started to explore the possibilities of Constructing my own trip..~ My own Visuals in my head,, and forming my own Astral Projections..~ >~ ;)
I walked up
Your soul's of-age.~
The lighting in the room, which was as dank as the vegetation we were smoking only aided the moody, and swaying Ballerina-like movements of a scene set in rhythm, dance and song, like all those countless balls which flooded the scenes of the rich and wonderful.~
Then back; back to the scene at present, like having a splash of water on the face, or a high pitched sound that wakes you from a pretty dream.
I was growing tired, yet~ interested in expanding my exploration on this strange and rather colourful visualization.~ I went upstairs, turned on my fan, and sat staring at my ceiling (which has wooden planks across, almost Tudor-style).~ I sat, and thought about turning on music, but I heard the rhythm of the fan, and the sounds of the air outside, and decided to just sit and absorb something beyond my regular intake.~
~ 818 ~
I laid down on my bed, and stared up at the white painted wooden ceiling..~ I started to trail, seeing a world outside of my regular, inspirational world. I saw the inspirations of painters, of fashion designers, and other Artsy peoples.~ I started to see things Outside the box~~ and through another Box,.~ Someone else eyes,, someone else's View.
I Then started to explore the possibilities of Constructing my own trip..~ My own Visuals in my head,, and forming my own Astral Projections..~ >~ ;)
I walked up
Your soul's of-age.~
DeathStar.~*L*~
Yesterday, I ran out of work at exactly 9:00pm, flew down the stairwell at broke-back, break-neck speed, and arrived JUST in time to catch the 13 Wellington as it was pulling away from the bus stop right outside my building on Piccadilly & Richmond St.
This was excellent, and I felt a rush of happiness (the RUsh may have been in part to me downing a 8 oz. cup of coffee with 2 minutes to 9:00..), but I was buzzing.~
I was buzzing, on my way to the Loblaws by Masonville to pick up some needed grocery essentials to my day-to-day lifestyle (the last on my list, though really, the Greastest reason for my trip was that of a small, fairly cheap-priced pencil which is really the secret ingredient to any successful lifestyle: Eyeliner!~)
I had actually gone an entire Week without (eyeliner..), and only after a day of which, did I fully understand the meaning of feeling Week in the Knees...~ I had a horrid week,,, both Physically, and emotionally~
Anywayz.. to make a long and drawn out half hour Short; I bought my stuff, ran through the store, even half checking out the Deals, as well as scanning the Icecream-section, before I headed out to the bus stop, with my newly purchased ... Eyeliner.~
I walked down my street, through the back parking lot thats along Oxford St.
It all seemed like a regular night and I tried to think of things on my "to do list' of possible Fun.~
When I stepped into my house, and walked towards the kitchen, there were people sitting around our dinningroom table; friends of Justine, one of my four room mates.
I walked over to the kitchen, past the people, nodding in greeting & awareness; politley, yet, minding my own business (like a good little boy should~). I unpacked my stuff, put it all way, and walked up stairs to put away my re-usable "green" cloth grocery bags (and to try on my eyeliner).
I can't remember exactly why, but I did head back down stairs for something (very likely, it was to check on a pot of rice I may have set to boil, before I headed upstairs).
I went back downstairs, and there was one dude sitting around, texting or doing something. I blerted out "hey, whats up?", which then led on to some brief small talk etc. I then went off to the kitchen again to get myself a drink, and then walked back and started talking again to the guy at the table.
It turns out he actually grew up in the Bahamahs, and moved to Canada for schooling (from the 8th grade up to University). He asked me if I smoked Weed, which I replied plainly: " Socially; I'm a social smoker, I'm not a dope head.~". He then started to tell me about the weed he had; stating he only uses the weed that "Blows your mind" and offered me a Toke of a strand he called DeathStar, which is actually a mix of 2 different strands; Sour Diesel and Sensi Star; which is only found in Iowa (or Ohio?) which means, It's rare as shitt!~ :)
he told me that most of his friend all have their Cards, which means they legally smoke Government Weed, which to anyone who knows anything at all, is some of the sickest stuff on earth..~ Not to mention, it's Legit., and it's Legal~!~
I then, out of simple curiosity, asked him what it Takes to get a Card; he said its fairly simply, and they even have the forms online. Basically, any body pain, or impairing condition (Stomache-aches, back pains, any pain,, basically..~)
I don't think I would ever go through the trouble, not matter how Easy it may be, though I would definately like to try some out some time (Government weed).~
The guy made a very good point; he said he never uses anything but Quality~ and that's a rather interesting mindset for life.~ Why waste time, money, effort, and enjoyment energy on going Half-way; doing things Half hearted, or going for the Cheaper pleasures of life.~ Quality over quantity; Though it may take longer, and cost more, It will feel better in the long run~ No matter what it may be.
It's the same with music; why waste money on a Cheaper instrument, which in the end, even if you are still learning, you will then move on and upgrade? Why waste the original amount of money, when that, plus maybe 1/3 more, will get you the latest of the greatest.~ It's like Mac's over PC; Epiphone over Gibson, Squire over Fender, NoName over Rayban~
Pay the price of that which lasts forever.~ and onward.
I learned a valuable lesson through that, looking back now~ I also learned something else.. which I will list seperately~ ... I lived a Lucid Dream, which could have very well been inspired by 2 things: Inception, and this girl I've spoken on this topic with~ stay tuned.
.. To Be Continued
This was excellent, and I felt a rush of happiness (the RUsh may have been in part to me downing a 8 oz. cup of coffee with 2 minutes to 9:00..), but I was buzzing.~
I was buzzing, on my way to the Loblaws by Masonville to pick up some needed grocery essentials to my day-to-day lifestyle (the last on my list, though really, the Greastest reason for my trip was that of a small, fairly cheap-priced pencil which is really the secret ingredient to any successful lifestyle: Eyeliner!~)
I had actually gone an entire Week without (eyeliner..), and only after a day of which, did I fully understand the meaning of feeling Week in the Knees...~ I had a horrid week,,, both Physically, and emotionally~
Anywayz.. to make a long and drawn out half hour Short; I bought my stuff, ran through the store, even half checking out the Deals, as well as scanning the Icecream-section, before I headed out to the bus stop, with my newly purchased ... Eyeliner.~
I walked down my street, through the back parking lot thats along Oxford St.
It all seemed like a regular night and I tried to think of things on my "to do list' of possible Fun.~
When I stepped into my house, and walked towards the kitchen, there were people sitting around our dinningroom table; friends of Justine, one of my four room mates.
I walked over to the kitchen, past the people, nodding in greeting & awareness; politley, yet, minding my own business (like a good little boy should~). I unpacked my stuff, put it all way, and walked up stairs to put away my re-usable "green" cloth grocery bags (and to try on my eyeliner).
I can't remember exactly why, but I did head back down stairs for something (very likely, it was to check on a pot of rice I may have set to boil, before I headed upstairs).
I went back downstairs, and there was one dude sitting around, texting or doing something. I blerted out "hey, whats up?", which then led on to some brief small talk etc. I then went off to the kitchen again to get myself a drink, and then walked back and started talking again to the guy at the table.
It turns out he actually grew up in the Bahamahs, and moved to Canada for schooling (from the 8th grade up to University). He asked me if I smoked Weed, which I replied plainly: " Socially; I'm a social smoker, I'm not a dope head.~". He then started to tell me about the weed he had; stating he only uses the weed that "Blows your mind" and offered me a Toke of a strand he called DeathStar, which is actually a mix of 2 different strands; Sour Diesel and Sensi Star; which is only found in Iowa (or Ohio?) which means, It's rare as shitt!~ :)
he told me that most of his friend all have their Cards, which means they legally smoke Government Weed, which to anyone who knows anything at all, is some of the sickest stuff on earth..~ Not to mention, it's Legit., and it's Legal~!~
I then, out of simple curiosity, asked him what it Takes to get a Card; he said its fairly simply, and they even have the forms online. Basically, any body pain, or impairing condition (Stomache-aches, back pains, any pain,, basically..~)
I don't think I would ever go through the trouble, not matter how Easy it may be, though I would definately like to try some out some time (Government weed).~
The guy made a very good point; he said he never uses anything but Quality~ and that's a rather interesting mindset for life.~ Why waste time, money, effort, and enjoyment energy on going Half-way; doing things Half hearted, or going for the Cheaper pleasures of life.~ Quality over quantity; Though it may take longer, and cost more, It will feel better in the long run~ No matter what it may be.
It's the same with music; why waste money on a Cheaper instrument, which in the end, even if you are still learning, you will then move on and upgrade? Why waste the original amount of money, when that, plus maybe 1/3 more, will get you the latest of the greatest.~ It's like Mac's over PC; Epiphone over Gibson, Squire over Fender, NoName over Rayban~
Pay the price of that which lasts forever.~ and onward.
I learned a valuable lesson through that, looking back now~ I also learned something else.. which I will list seperately~ ... I lived a Lucid Dream, which could have very well been inspired by 2 things: Inception, and this girl I've spoken on this topic with~ stay tuned.
.. To Be Continued
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Say no more: ~ A mental traveling
Hello~
I'm just sitting here, at work as per usual, and I Just started drifting through my imagination...~~
I think it was all brought on by a imaginary taste in my mouth; the taste of coconut & square pineapple cakes from Taiwan..
This made me think of the possibilities of going with Val's plan to go to Taiwan for the winter (Christmas to be exact..)
I started thinking of what would happen, the plans to be set, and just how much we could accomplish/do~
Just going to Taipei, and the Vast areas to see and do things at/in, not to mention, the whole visiting of the "shrines"... our dead memories of a age that feels almost ancient ..~
I started making imaginary plans; writing up a make-shift Blueprint:
-We should hit up Taichung; go to Chong Yo area, where all the hottest chicks and people go..~~
Go back to Hsin Ju, and Shanshan; hit up The Old House in Shanshan.. the home away from home..~ The place where we enacted our own terrorism's, screwed around, drank, smoked, plotted, and planned our own Goals and achievements for our futures..~
To revisit Wu Ling Lu,, to see The Window,., and the roof where we committed crimes against our fellow man.~
It wouldn't be expensive to travel around, and that being one of the biggest benefits of Taiwan; Price really isn't that big of an issue once inside..~
This little thought-traveling session also made me realize something. As I sat here, and thought to myself: DON'T SPOIL IT BY THINKING TOO MUCH... I also realized.. By Thinking it, I have already done it (at least Halfway..~)
It made me realize~ We can really Re-visit the entire globe according to what we can recall~ and at really no price at all, except time (which when put in it's proper perspective) can be spread a lot thinner when used properly (for instance, everything [and more..] of what I just wrote here, plus all the Details and scenes of which, all played through my mind in the time frame of less than 5 minutes.~ I revisited memories, feelings, 4 cities, and relived a scene that Never even existed before, which means.~ I created a Life of imaginary substance~ Like a movie made out of clay,, only to be squished, and again, readily available to be molded into another..~) Say no more evil..~
I'm just sitting here, at work as per usual, and I Just started drifting through my imagination...~~
I think it was all brought on by a imaginary taste in my mouth; the taste of coconut & square pineapple cakes from Taiwan..
This made me think of the possibilities of going with Val's plan to go to Taiwan for the winter (Christmas to be exact..)
I started thinking of what would happen, the plans to be set, and just how much we could accomplish/do~
Just going to Taipei, and the Vast areas to see and do things at/in, not to mention, the whole visiting of the "shrines"... our dead memories of a age that feels almost ancient ..~
I started making imaginary plans; writing up a make-shift Blueprint:
-We should hit up Taichung; go to Chong Yo area, where all the hottest chicks and people go..~~
Go back to Hsin Ju, and Shanshan; hit up The Old House in Shanshan.. the home away from home..~ The place where we enacted our own terrorism's, screwed around, drank, smoked, plotted, and planned our own Goals and achievements for our futures..~
To revisit Wu Ling Lu,, to see The Window,., and the roof where we committed crimes against our fellow man.~
It wouldn't be expensive to travel around, and that being one of the biggest benefits of Taiwan; Price really isn't that big of an issue once inside..~
This little thought-traveling session also made me realize something. As I sat here, and thought to myself: DON'T SPOIL IT BY THINKING TOO MUCH... I also realized.. By Thinking it, I have already done it (at least Halfway..~)
It made me realize~ We can really Re-visit the entire globe according to what we can recall~ and at really no price at all, except time (which when put in it's proper perspective) can be spread a lot thinner when used properly (for instance, everything [and more..] of what I just wrote here, plus all the Details and scenes of which, all played through my mind in the time frame of less than 5 minutes.~ I revisited memories, feelings, 4 cities, and relived a scene that Never even existed before, which means.~ I created a Life of imaginary substance~ Like a movie made out of clay,, only to be squished, and again, readily available to be molded into another..~) Say no more evil..~
Monday, August 2, 2010
to a Friend.~
The other day I was told "You're one in a million" by a friend; a good chap, and an excellent conversationalist & friend.
I cant say we lived together long, only a couple months; that brief period of time felt a lot longer in retrospect.
Between the countless discussions on everything from day-to-day topics, to movies, to the make up of the universe, we could discuss and see this prospectively, not necessarily "correctly" or how the usual thought pattern evokes.
I don't know if he will ever read this, but it doesn't really matter because I simply wanted to document the past, so I can move on to that fabric called future.~
I cant say we lived together long, only a couple months; that brief period of time felt a lot longer in retrospect.
Between the countless discussions on everything from day-to-day topics, to movies, to the make up of the universe, we could discuss and see this prospectively, not necessarily "correctly" or how the usual thought pattern evokes.
I don't know if he will ever read this, but it doesn't really matter because I simply wanted to document the past, so I can move on to that fabric called future.~
a Memory.
Hmm~~ Today, while looking through some pics that a friend posted from an event that happened where I used to live, I was filled with a somewhat sadness; a bit of a Disappointment,,~~ That I had missed out on Good Times..~
This is not something New, or the first time I've felt it~ But it always bears the same suffocating pressure on my lungs, like the whole universe was crushing down on my chest.~ It was was borderline intoxicating.
I just had this realization of sorts, though I wasn't "realizing" anything new.~ Time does go by "faster or slower", you just absorb more Enjoyment in that time period which seems to have Flown by~
For instance, just 4 minutes ago, I realized it has been an hour since I went on break, but it literally feels like I looked up from the clock, to look back down and read an hour later.~
To touch back on what was mentioned earlier, I've started to Remiss the past (particularly the people & places which had brought out those happy memories), and now this is becoming painful; like a Christmas memory before a great tragedy... the last time you saw that loved-one before they fell through the thin ice, to their sombre, watery Grave..~
Memories kill.~
This is not something New, or the first time I've felt it~ But it always bears the same suffocating pressure on my lungs, like the whole universe was crushing down on my chest.~ It was was borderline intoxicating.
I just had this realization of sorts, though I wasn't "realizing" anything new.~ Time does go by "faster or slower", you just absorb more Enjoyment in that time period which seems to have Flown by~
For instance, just 4 minutes ago, I realized it has been an hour since I went on break, but it literally feels like I looked up from the clock, to look back down and read an hour later.~
To touch back on what was mentioned earlier, I've started to Remiss the past (particularly the people & places which had brought out those happy memories), and now this is becoming painful; like a Christmas memory before a great tragedy... the last time you saw that loved-one before they fell through the thin ice, to their sombre, watery Grave..~
Memories kill.~
Ommggg~!~
OmgomgOmgg!!~ I just found the sickest buzzz from coffee: ~ Coffee + Maple syrup = KiLLer BuZz
August 2nd.~
August 2nd; a day of second chances maybe? Who knows. All I know is: I'm Alive.~ And supposedly, that counts for something.
That song that goes "let's pretend that it's '98" is kind of depressing..~ Why would I need to look back on someone else's Struggle to "greatness"; its a marketing scheme to make us feel like we're part of their lives, when really~ Who knows if its even true. Who's to know if that's even how the story went, or how their life was..~~ That's the best (or worst) part about an autobiography.~~ You get to retell the story in whichever manor you best see fit.~
I hear a lot of songs recently that are slapped together musically, and just drone on the concept of wanting to be "A billionaire; so freakin bad!". If you did really want to be, then you would be working as hard as you can to make it; make it to the top, or just "make it" in general.~
If you want something, there really should be nothing to ever get in your way; either physical, or metaphysical..~
Nothing is impossible ~ just the thought of it being so.~
That song that goes "let's pretend that it's '98" is kind of depressing..~ Why would I need to look back on someone else's Struggle to "greatness"; its a marketing scheme to make us feel like we're part of their lives, when really~ Who knows if its even true. Who's to know if that's even how the story went, or how their life was..~~ That's the best (or worst) part about an autobiography.~~ You get to retell the story in whichever manor you best see fit.~
I hear a lot of songs recently that are slapped together musically, and just drone on the concept of wanting to be "A billionaire; so freakin bad!". If you did really want to be, then you would be working as hard as you can to make it; make it to the top, or just "make it" in general.~
If you want something, there really should be nothing to ever get in your way; either physical, or metaphysical..~
Nothing is impossible ~ just the thought of it being so.~
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Subway Station.
Sky of blue, and clouds of white.~ What a view outside my window here at work. Again, I'm sipping on Coffee, and feeling her soft buzz tingling in my body..~
Subway.~ I just walk over to subway; got a Ham-footlong, on toasted 9-grain.
Im usually lazy when it comes to details such as "topings", so I usually (simply) say "Everything~",, it saves me time, and effort.~
"What sause would you like?", "umm,, I think I'll go with Honey mustard, mayonnese, and sub-sauce" (again, mostly out of laziness~ my sandwich then somewhat resembling the age-old stereotype: Boys wear blue, Girls wear pink rubbish..~)
I don't care, it tasted alright (although, when your sub does contain "everything" toping-wise, there's usually a fair bit of fall-out going on..~~). But one thing i find a total Ugggh! about subway is that they DONT cut through the freakin paper when they cut the sub into halves. They cut the sandwich, then wrap it in a one-piece paper, which makes it such a hastle to take a half on your leasure.. ~~ Siigh..~~ just another Direction i'll have to throw out there.~
But no, Subway is still pretty decent~ they do a good job, I must say~ for the most part.
Subway.~ I just walk over to subway; got a Ham-footlong, on toasted 9-grain.
Im usually lazy when it comes to details such as "topings", so I usually (simply) say "Everything~",, it saves me time, and effort.~
"What sause would you like?", "umm,, I think I'll go with Honey mustard, mayonnese, and sub-sauce" (again, mostly out of laziness~ my sandwich then somewhat resembling the age-old stereotype: Boys wear blue, Girls wear pink rubbish..~)
I don't care, it tasted alright (although, when your sub does contain "everything" toping-wise, there's usually a fair bit of fall-out going on..~~). But one thing i find a total Ugggh! about subway is that they DONT cut through the freakin paper when they cut the sub into halves. They cut the sandwich, then wrap it in a one-piece paper, which makes it such a hastle to take a half on your leasure.. ~~ Siigh..~~ just another Direction i'll have to throw out there.~
But no, Subway is still pretty decent~ they do a good job, I must say~ for the most part.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Day 20: ~
Today I woke up at 9:00am, got up, made something to eat, and sat to watch some TV as I finished. I had things to do this morning, as I wasn't working until 4:00pm. I had to hit up the RBC (Royal Bank of Canada) down on Richmond & King to cash my Tax-return check.
I was also thinking about hitting up the Shopper's Drug mart on Dundas to pick up a eyeliner [which I totally forgot to do.. :( ~].
Well, I finished eating (was watching What Not to Wear as I did) and then headed out.~ I let my hair down, cause I was (and am) tired of fony-tails,, for fonyfoolz~ It felt fucking Awesumm having the wind in my hair, and the bounce of each step :P~
I hit up the Bank, there was already a line up, but Fortunately, it went fairly fast and sooner than not, I was outta there with my check deposited, and my next 3 blank-checks for my rent~ woot woot..~
When I got home, I decided to do my cleaning of the home in the morning(as it was my day, in the alternating schedule we [the room-mates] set up), and I didn't feel like doing it at 9:30pm when I got home after work tonight .. : S.
Cleaned up; I was quite pissed actually, as NONE of the mess was (and dare I say,, ever is..) Mine.~ On the stove, there was freakin Red liquid-stains all over the place (even up on the over-head cupboards..) as if Tommy the Tomato was brutally Murdered by a Ice-pick the night before..~~
Once I got into it though, I was kind of glad to have a Clean house~ It started to feel kina nice, and I was almost (gayly) awaiting my Next clean-up day :P~~ Faggg..
The Moral of the story is,, DON'T MURDER TOMMY!!!
P.S. today (being July 30Th is Day 20~~ ;)
I was also thinking about hitting up the Shopper's Drug mart on Dundas to pick up a eyeliner [which I totally forgot to do.. :( ~].
Well, I finished eating (was watching What Not to Wear as I did) and then headed out.~ I let my hair down, cause I was (and am) tired of fony-tails,, for fonyfoolz~ It felt fucking Awesumm having the wind in my hair, and the bounce of each step :P~
I hit up the Bank, there was already a line up, but Fortunately, it went fairly fast and sooner than not, I was outta there with my check deposited, and my next 3 blank-checks for my rent~ woot woot..~
When I got home, I decided to do my cleaning of the home in the morning(as it was my day, in the alternating schedule we [the room-mates] set up), and I didn't feel like doing it at 9:30pm when I got home after work tonight .. : S.
Cleaned up; I was quite pissed actually, as NONE of the mess was (and dare I say,, ever is..) Mine.~ On the stove, there was freakin Red liquid-stains all over the place (even up on the over-head cupboards..) as if Tommy the Tomato was brutally Murdered by a Ice-pick the night before..~~
Once I got into it though, I was kind of glad to have a Clean house~ It started to feel kina nice, and I was almost (gayly) awaiting my Next clean-up day :P~~ Faggg..
The Moral of the story is,, DON'T MURDER TOMMY!!!
P.S. today (being July 30Th is Day 20~~ ;)
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Culinary extradinary.~
I'm here, sitting, looking through a magazine ("Food & Drink" Summer 2010 from LCBO), and looking at the picture on pg. 106, I started to feel some strange insight into the Past; the hundreds, and thousands of years of food-culture, cultivation, culinary arts. The creation of recipes; the tried & proven process, and just trying to even Imagine what that process would have been like..~ Yes it was done over an extended time period. Yes, they had years and years of trial & error, but~ Was it really a Time factor, and not a curiosity drive?
I really think what made us Discover the "new world", travel by foot at what would be "extreme distances", learn as much about that world's make up, try the most exotic of creations (both plant & bees), and feel the passions we did was simply because we were Interested in discovering, uncovering, and unveiling (de-robing...) that "Strange & Unseen" entity~
We were baffled by the unknown, and desired to take in more, as some extreme & new drug! It was what we lived for.
As time went on, and we shied away from these things, thinking "there are no more worlds to conquer", or through simplistic LAZINESS, we had to Invent those RUSHES,, those Feelings of staring deep into the Grand Canyon at sunset..~
Those of seeing a land of gold, a secluded oasis or waterfall, and a raging beast of the dark and condensed Forrest.~
We discovered our pleasures, created our palate, and adapted to the new & the intriguing.~ We were not settled in our ways, but anxious to embetter our selves through discovery, through Knowledge, through knowing; the Power.~
The world was our warm bed, our refreshing fountain, our home, our shelter, our violent turmoil, our struggle.~ Our adventure, our discovery.~ Our conquest, our captivator, our feeling-enhancer, Our Dopamine.~
Our life, our survival, our provider, our saviour. We used to have a mutual respect and almost fear between creature & creation;~ Between that which always was, and that which newly Is.~ A hand-me-down of experience, true experience, not the kind you find crafted from black liquid and the body of branches... The hardcore, first hand, first-degree, genuine, real-to-life, Experience of a thousand lifetimes nowadays, was what you experienced, felt, and Lived EVERY SINGLE DAY.~
It was Do or Die; we had no option but to embrace it.~ We would not survive a fortnight without a inevitable adaptation. We were like chameleons; an animal we presently are in awe of, simply because we've lost our own pot of gold.~ We have thrown away our own instincts, our own mentality, and our own inborn nature, for some falsely "better off" comfortable Synthesis, which was given us, not found.~ We've been Given our way of life, it's not truly our own.
I don't know about you, and frankly, I don't really care; I WANT TO TAKE BACK WHATS MINE. The world is ours; the world is mine.~ I wanna feel again; I wanna discover that which has been sorrowfully forgotten. I wanna breath in Air, and remember what it smells like.. I wanna taste water, and wash away my bombarded palate.~ I wanna rediscover Taste, Sight, and Sounds.~ I wanna hear the earth's Heartbeat, and hear her lovely flowing melody; The world around me.~ The song of birds, the growl of lions. The taste of the earth, the sounds upon the air, the dancing hypnotism of fire, and the subtle flavours of Water.~
No wonder these things were known as "the Elements"; forces to be revered & Feared! They are the make up of the world, and without any One of these forces,, we would cease to be the World, but simply another synthetic invention of a motivation-less mind, whose only remaining lot in life is the misery and downfall of his fellow man, as he strives no longer for some impossible happiness, and decides to recreate and distribute his own sorrow, in a final and last-straw stance at attaining some form of Comfort for his inward chaos.~
Nowadays, the only way to find that chemical reaction known as "happiness" is by trying to create it, either chemically or psychologically; to paint some beautiful, or wonderful (and maybe even,, "Other-worldly") scene to run off to. How miserable.. how sad~ How hopeless, and even increasingly Useless we are..~~ We have enabled ourselves, (and it's not even fully our fault) Now, as it's what we have become over time; slowly, but surely biting away at the bullet of our own demise, until one day,,, frightfully closer than we care to comprehend.. we will wake up no more, as we lie in a field of grass, with a stomach-full of Lead.~
I really think what made us Discover the "new world", travel by foot at what would be "extreme distances", learn as much about that world's make up, try the most exotic of creations (both plant & bees), and feel the passions we did was simply because we were Interested in discovering, uncovering, and unveiling (de-robing...) that "Strange & Unseen" entity~
We were baffled by the unknown, and desired to take in more, as some extreme & new drug! It was what we lived for.
As time went on, and we shied away from these things, thinking "there are no more worlds to conquer", or through simplistic LAZINESS, we had to Invent those RUSHES,, those Feelings of staring deep into the Grand Canyon at sunset..~
Those of seeing a land of gold, a secluded oasis or waterfall, and a raging beast of the dark and condensed Forrest.~
We discovered our pleasures, created our palate, and adapted to the new & the intriguing.~ We were not settled in our ways, but anxious to embetter our selves through discovery, through Knowledge, through knowing; the Power.~
The world was our warm bed, our refreshing fountain, our home, our shelter, our violent turmoil, our struggle.~ Our adventure, our discovery.~ Our conquest, our captivator, our feeling-enhancer, Our Dopamine.~
Our life, our survival, our provider, our saviour. We used to have a mutual respect and almost fear between creature & creation;~ Between that which always was, and that which newly Is.~ A hand-me-down of experience, true experience, not the kind you find crafted from black liquid and the body of branches... The hardcore, first hand, first-degree, genuine, real-to-life, Experience of a thousand lifetimes nowadays, was what you experienced, felt, and Lived EVERY SINGLE DAY.~
It was Do or Die; we had no option but to embrace it.~ We would not survive a fortnight without a inevitable adaptation. We were like chameleons; an animal we presently are in awe of, simply because we've lost our own pot of gold.~ We have thrown away our own instincts, our own mentality, and our own inborn nature, for some falsely "better off" comfortable Synthesis, which was given us, not found.~ We've been Given our way of life, it's not truly our own.
I don't know about you, and frankly, I don't really care; I WANT TO TAKE BACK WHATS MINE. The world is ours; the world is mine.~ I wanna feel again; I wanna discover that which has been sorrowfully forgotten. I wanna breath in Air, and remember what it smells like.. I wanna taste water, and wash away my bombarded palate.~ I wanna rediscover Taste, Sight, and Sounds.~ I wanna hear the earth's Heartbeat, and hear her lovely flowing melody; The world around me.~ The song of birds, the growl of lions. The taste of the earth, the sounds upon the air, the dancing hypnotism of fire, and the subtle flavours of Water.~
No wonder these things were known as "the Elements"; forces to be revered & Feared! They are the make up of the world, and without any One of these forces,, we would cease to be the World, but simply another synthetic invention of a motivation-less mind, whose only remaining lot in life is the misery and downfall of his fellow man, as he strives no longer for some impossible happiness, and decides to recreate and distribute his own sorrow, in a final and last-straw stance at attaining some form of Comfort for his inward chaos.~
Nowadays, the only way to find that chemical reaction known as "happiness" is by trying to create it, either chemically or psychologically; to paint some beautiful, or wonderful (and maybe even,, "Other-worldly") scene to run off to. How miserable.. how sad~ How hopeless, and even increasingly Useless we are..~~ We have enabled ourselves, (and it's not even fully our fault) Now, as it's what we have become over time; slowly, but surely biting away at the bullet of our own demise, until one day,,, frightfully closer than we care to comprehend.. we will wake up no more, as we lie in a field of grass, with a stomach-full of Lead.~
in Short.~
I've thought of a Short (movie/video). I was inspired by this nicorette commercial about those gay/laame plastic Cigarettes ppl use to get off the Dragg..~~ And it's set in a "look-alike" 20s or 30's setting,, kina.
It would be almost like a ballet, but not really,, just the movements. I want it to display that same flowing movement,,, that same erratic mood swings, in Actual body movement. There will be No dialogue at all, and it will be set in some "Garden", or abandoned ruin-looking manor home.
The story will be set between a man and a woman; they're in their early to mid-twenty's, but preserve that ancient way,, the way of being Mature at an early age, yet, the struggle of their fanning youth remains at the central balance.
There will be a struggle; either some form of distraught, or sad awareness... some form of loss that both characters will be enduring.~
A subtle hint of death, or something Worse,, will be lingering; a shaded grey storm-cloud over the scene. The colour will not be Black & white, but an Old-movie style pinkish-red Sapia; an envelopment all in a tingued coat of red'ned bloom of doom like the fires that rage at the "End of Days".~
It's the colours, the settings, that acient feelings of a world far gone, yet, never truly existed which create this world of inner wonder.~ Thats the beauty of art..~~ You can create a world that becomes so lucid, and Real simply by piecing your story together with well known concepts, past histories & lacing it with personal "Inner truths", which have been voiced down through the ages, but are the truest, and purest form of Inner awareness that we have penned the lovely word Philosophy.~
This story will be deep & moody; muddied by an inner fear, and surfacing struggle for some unspoken distress that is mutually understood.~
As is the case for most thing I do, this story is for me.~ If its a liked, or if it be a Flop, I will still feel the same.~ I will have the same feelings, retain the same attracting implus,, drawing feelings, and almost strange perversion in my head as to what a Strange and fucked up scene I see; what the terribly kept secret could be, and why it is that no one will ever know ...~
It would be almost like a ballet, but not really,, just the movements. I want it to display that same flowing movement,,, that same erratic mood swings, in Actual body movement. There will be No dialogue at all, and it will be set in some "Garden", or abandoned ruin-looking manor home.
The story will be set between a man and a woman; they're in their early to mid-twenty's, but preserve that ancient way,, the way of being Mature at an early age, yet, the struggle of their fanning youth remains at the central balance.
There will be a struggle; either some form of distraught, or sad awareness... some form of loss that both characters will be enduring.~
A subtle hint of death, or something Worse,, will be lingering; a shaded grey storm-cloud over the scene. The colour will not be Black & white, but an Old-movie style pinkish-red Sapia; an envelopment all in a tingued coat of red'ned bloom of doom like the fires that rage at the "End of Days".~
It's the colours, the settings, that acient feelings of a world far gone, yet, never truly existed which create this world of inner wonder.~ Thats the beauty of art..~~ You can create a world that becomes so lucid, and Real simply by piecing your story together with well known concepts, past histories & lacing it with personal "Inner truths", which have been voiced down through the ages, but are the truest, and purest form of Inner awareness that we have penned the lovely word Philosophy.~
This story will be deep & moody; muddied by an inner fear, and surfacing struggle for some unspoken distress that is mutually understood.~
As is the case for most thing I do, this story is for me.~ If its a liked, or if it be a Flop, I will still feel the same.~ I will have the same feelings, retain the same attracting implus,, drawing feelings, and almost strange perversion in my head as to what a Strange and fucked up scene I see; what the terribly kept secret could be, and why it is that no one will ever know ...~
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
an Influential note.~
Ahh,, It's been long dear friend; dear author of strange fantasy! I hold a strange almost Religious connection to this man.. I almost hold a certain honourable respect for the subject of my re-tale, presently; the kind of reverence held for a great Teacher, or someone who has given the gift of insight & enlightenment...~
I dare say no more, no great intro will suffice anyway,, to the raw ability of this creative mind I speak of.~ This is about someone who gave me so much knowledge; so much strange understanding, as if it were effortless,,, a natural and expected occurrence.~
One of the most influential, and genius of minds this world has ever know is that of Hideo Kojima (小島 秀夫).
His design of the Metal Gear series captivated my interest, my respect, my almost frightful reverence, and fear-of-the-dark mentality throughout, as if any One of his authored characters would come out of the tiles, and strike me with their Realness, and horrible power from their displayed ability.~
The way he took his story, laced it with actual footage, facts, and strange details; never heard of before, yet, so oddly Realistic and so Possibly & ABLE to truly be happening in a world as strange as that which we presently (and previously..) live in.~
He laced in Imagination, and yet, Realism.. Not just that crap that makes you Think its real,, but the facts that make you think, "Yeah! This is probably actually going on!"
I can contribute countless pieces of both Fact and Figure to him; ~ It was the first time I heard of Geno- anything (genetically modified soldiers, or a "perfect race"-prototype through genetics~), Strange technology (such as the inner-ear communication radio/system they use, called the "Codec", where you can talk as if you were on a radio across the globe, without any sounds emanating or escaping that of your own inner eardrum..~~
Maybe he didn't Think up these things; maybe he was just Re-telling facts and figures he obtained, But... He did it so beautifully,, do artistically, or masterfully, and MOST OF ALL,, HE know it, before any of us ever did...~~ He was a genuine Genius, and I bow my head in conscious reverence and unfathomable ad unmeasurable Respect.~
It would be one of the greatest honours of my life to meet this man, Hideo Kojima (小島 秀夫). It would be a terribly fulfilling honour indeed...~~
Les Enfants Terrible!!.. he brought that to me as well.~ The idea of twin-brothers, brothers of ability, skill, and complexity~ Brought to completely opposite spheres of life; one good, and one 'evil', yet, there is still a displayed Bond almost between them,, even in the Struggle against each other, you just feel drawn to both of them,, and almost want Solid Snake to become evil as well, and give in to his brother Liquid..~~ to join the ranks, and control the world..~~
Now, I know it wasn't him Single-handily; I know how the production process works..~~ Maybe it wasn't even HIS idea, but all I know is, every time I turned on my Play Station, I would see his name in the credits, I felt at Awe at his personal ability~ So.. to end this,, I stand, and with a firm resolution, I bow before Hideo Kojima in utter reverence, respect, and almost adoration.
Honour.~ bow
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
818: the theory of eight-one-eight
8:18pm; July 27th
Not too long ago (Christmas eve to be exact) while riding on the 13 Wellington downtown, I had this concept that came to mind; the saying "playing with death" was interesting, and something (elderly) people tend to say to mean "you should be careful/watch what you do". This was interesting, and in a minimal mode of Defiance, I thought of the perfect conceptual picture for a poster or album cover.~ In the image would be a person playing with a yo-yo, which had the eight-armed Hindu Goddess of Death, Kali on it~ and thus, Playing with Death.~
With this idea still fresh in my mind, I thought I should try and make a song to that concept, in order to actually Base an album off of, or around it.
Now, at that time, I was going out shopping for C'mas presents, (particularly for my Eldest brother, David, for whom I had ordered the Metallica LP (record albums..) discography (all their albums..).
So, I got back to the house, put the albums away, and got at it writing my song. I pieced together a couple verses from a song I had written previously, revised the tune a bit, and created a Chorus for it, along the lines of a treacherous persona of Death who was seeking its followers.~ :)
Needless to say, I started feeling some special feelings of inner joy at knowing Half the people who would ever hear it would never know ANYTHiNG about what it was all about, and almost superstitiously intrigue'd (as I usually get when talking about death; more of a Person than a destination.~)
And then, it hit me; the strange concept.~ I felt I gained a Insight~ it was 8:18 when I looked at the clock when I was done my song, and I knew: My own death will correspond with those numerals, and my death will take place at 8:18~ be that the time of day, or the date itself.~
Needless to say, from that point onward I've had a respect for that time of day, perticularly the night-hour.~ I dont feel a Fear, or a phobia for the numbers 818, it's more of a understanding, and a mutual agreement that 818 is my last chapter, my closing track, and my Exit.~
I will dye at 8:18
Not too long ago (Christmas eve to be exact) while riding on the 13 Wellington downtown, I had this concept that came to mind; the saying "playing with death" was interesting, and something (elderly) people tend to say to mean "you should be careful/watch what you do". This was interesting, and in a minimal mode of Defiance, I thought of the perfect conceptual picture for a poster or album cover.~ In the image would be a person playing with a yo-yo, which had the eight-armed Hindu Goddess of Death, Kali on it~ and thus, Playing with Death.~
With this idea still fresh in my mind, I thought I should try and make a song to that concept, in order to actually Base an album off of, or around it.
Now, at that time, I was going out shopping for C'mas presents, (particularly for my Eldest brother, David, for whom I had ordered the Metallica LP (record albums..) discography (all their albums..).
So, I got back to the house, put the albums away, and got at it writing my song. I pieced together a couple verses from a song I had written previously, revised the tune a bit, and created a Chorus for it, along the lines of a treacherous persona of Death who was seeking its followers.~ :)
Needless to say, I started feeling some special feelings of inner joy at knowing Half the people who would ever hear it would never know ANYTHiNG about what it was all about, and almost superstitiously intrigue'd (as I usually get when talking about death; more of a Person than a destination.~)
And then, it hit me; the strange concept.~ I felt I gained a Insight~ it was 8:18 when I looked at the clock when I was done my song, and I knew: My own death will correspond with those numerals, and my death will take place at 8:18~ be that the time of day, or the date itself.~
Needless to say, from that point onward I've had a respect for that time of day, perticularly the night-hour.~ I dont feel a Fear, or a phobia for the numbers 818, it's more of a understanding, and a mutual agreement that 818 is my last chapter, my closing track, and my Exit.~
I will dye at 8:18
Avenged Sevenfold: Nightmare!
Yesss!! A7x (Avenged Sevenfold) just released their new album: Nightmare today; may the Good Rev. rest in peace...~~
It was quite a shocking thing to read several months ago that he (the Drummer, and one of the main Idea men/Masterminds behind the group) has actually passed in December of 2009...
Sad and terrible loss, to the world over.~ We lost a great genius that day, may we always remember the good Reverend~... forever more.~
Ashes.
It was quite a shocking thing to read several months ago that he (the Drummer, and one of the main Idea men/Masterminds behind the group) has actually passed in December of 2009...
Sad and terrible loss, to the world over.~ We lost a great genius that day, may we always remember the good Reverend~... forever more.~
Ashes.
Betraying smile.~
I was betrayed by a smile; a shake of the hand and a reassuring
pat of the shoulder before the cold ice of steel was thrust & this life was pulled like a rug from under me.~
pat of the shoulder before the cold ice of steel was thrust & this life was pulled like a rug from under me.~
Monday, July 26, 2010
Self-love and well-rounded Asss-sets~
Talking about random topics really does help to keep things new and somewhat interesting; if not for Subject-matter, at least for shitz and giggs.~~ :)
But seriously though, I'm not tryna be Proud, but I could make your own Butt cheeks seem interesting~ Here let me elaborate:
Your ass is like two molten volcanic eruptions of perfectly proportioned matter; excellently shaped and figured, like a heroine figurine, made to raise the spirits of a lost people.~ Your shaped like the sun itself; captivating, and gorgeously well.~ You are soft and sturdy; to bare the weight of the world, and yet, some how be perfect to the touch.~
Now,, get your mind outta the self-love GUTTER!! Stop loving your well rounded wellness, sigh, sing, and jump for joy that someone noticed the one thing you try so hard to display, and yet, smack your own hand and cheek at the thought (not the act of which, but the idea that someone is seeing you as Vain!) that someone might strike you down with Lightning for seeing your own Beauty, or, like dear old Narcissus who drown in his own beatitude (EXCELLENT STORY btw!!! creeepppy,, yet,, some how strangely erotic, and drawing in its strange nature of self love, and enlightenment, by Knowing his own beauty, he became Enlightened; and once he reached that Full level of Self-knowing, he didn't need to suffer any longer in this world, and that routine day-job known as Life; he passed the test, and moved on to Detest.~_)
Sexcyy to be sure.~ And So.. Are.. Uuu!! ... me
But seriously though, I'm not tryna be Proud, but I could make your own Butt cheeks seem interesting~ Here let me elaborate:
Your ass is like two molten volcanic eruptions of perfectly proportioned matter; excellently shaped and figured, like a heroine figurine, made to raise the spirits of a lost people.~ Your shaped like the sun itself; captivating, and gorgeously well.~ You are soft and sturdy; to bare the weight of the world, and yet, some how be perfect to the touch.~
Now,, get your mind outta the self-love GUTTER!! Stop loving your well rounded wellness, sigh, sing, and jump for joy that someone noticed the one thing you try so hard to display, and yet, smack your own hand and cheek at the thought (not the act of which, but the idea that someone is seeing you as Vain!) that someone might strike you down with Lightning for seeing your own Beauty, or, like dear old Narcissus who drown in his own beatitude (EXCELLENT STORY btw!!! creeepppy,, yet,, some how strangely erotic, and drawing in its strange nature of self love, and enlightenment, by Knowing his own beauty, he became Enlightened; and once he reached that Full level of Self-knowing, he didn't need to suffer any longer in this world, and that routine day-job known as Life; he passed the test, and moved on to Detest.~_)
Sexcyy to be sure.~ And So.. Are.. Uuu!! ... me
A minute, in the hour of a day in the Life~
Here's a insight into a day of my life: NOTE; all ( ) are un-said Thoughts in my head,
Riiiiinggg..~
Dan: "Thank you for calling College Pro, my name is Dan, how can I help you?"
Man: I guess I'm looking for an estimate
Dan (well I'm glad u "guess"....) Ok! I can help you do that :) (fake over-the-phone smile on my voice...) I would just need to collect your basic information, and I can then forward that off to the local manager. Can I start off by getting you Zipcode?
Man: 80524
Dan: And your street address?
Man: *mumble mumble mumble*
Dan: Umm.. what was that?
Man: (actual address)
Dan: Is that ST., or..?
Man: No, just Caminoreal
Dan: ok.. And your phone number?
Man: 9634987230
Dan: and the area code?
Man: 80524
Dan:.. umm,, not your Zipcode,, the AREA CODE,.,, For your PHONE NUMBER..
Man: Ohhh!.. 970
Dan: thank you..
Dan: Ok! Was that for the Interior or Exterior?
Man: Exterior
Dan: And how did you hear about College Pro?
Man: Everyone's heard of College pro... But someone came to my door.
Dan: haha, Ok. Can you tell me a little bit more about the work?
Man: I want the outside of my house painted....
Dan: The whole house? ....
Man: Yes
Dan: Ok.. So it looks like the local manager is free on Wednesday, July 28th, at either 5:00pm or 7:00pm
Man: Ok
Dan: Which one is best..?
Man: 7:00pm
Dan: Ok! SO he'll be coming out, Wednesday night, July 28th at 7:00pm
Man: very good
Dan: yes, and I can put down a note for a confirmation call if you'd like?
Man: Ok, that would be fine.
Dan: Ok, so the manager will come out to the house, look over the area, and then write you up a detailed, written proposal. Then, after that it's really up to you as to when you want the work done. Ok?
Man: yes, very good. Thank you
Dan: Well, Thank you for choosing College Pro, and have a wonderful evening, also.. We do provide window cleaning services, if you'd like to have a free quote for that as well?
Man: No thank you
Dan: Ok, well, again, Thank you and have a wonderful evening
Man: Thank you
Dan: Byebye
and now, repeat that... 200times..~
Riiiiinggg..~
Dan: "Thank you for calling College Pro, my name is Dan, how can I help you?"
Man: I guess I'm looking for an estimate
Dan (well I'm glad u "guess"....) Ok! I can help you do that :) (fake over-the-phone smile on my voice...) I would just need to collect your basic information, and I can then forward that off to the local manager. Can I start off by getting you Zipcode?
Man: 80524
Dan: And your street address?
Man: *mumble mumble mumble*
Dan: Umm.. what was that?
Man: (actual address)
Dan: Is that ST., or..?
Man: No, just Caminoreal
Dan: ok.. And your phone number?
Man: 9634987230
Dan: and the area code?
Man: 80524
Dan:.. umm,, not your Zipcode,, the AREA CODE,.,, For your PHONE NUMBER..
Man: Ohhh!.. 970
Dan: thank you..
Dan: Ok! Was that for the Interior or Exterior?
Man: Exterior
Dan: And how did you hear about College Pro?
Man: Everyone's heard of College pro... But someone came to my door.
Dan: haha, Ok. Can you tell me a little bit more about the work?
Man: I want the outside of my house painted....
Dan: The whole house? ....
Man: Yes
Dan: Ok.. So it looks like the local manager is free on Wednesday, July 28th, at either 5:00pm or 7:00pm
Man: Ok
Dan: Which one is best..?
Man: 7:00pm
Dan: Ok! SO he'll be coming out, Wednesday night, July 28th at 7:00pm
Man: very good
Dan: yes, and I can put down a note for a confirmation call if you'd like?
Man: Ok, that would be fine.
Dan: Ok, so the manager will come out to the house, look over the area, and then write you up a detailed, written proposal. Then, after that it's really up to you as to when you want the work done. Ok?
Man: yes, very good. Thank you
Dan: Well, Thank you for choosing College Pro, and have a wonderful evening, also.. We do provide window cleaning services, if you'd like to have a free quote for that as well?
Man: No thank you
Dan: Ok, well, again, Thank you and have a wonderful evening
Man: Thank you
Dan: Byebye
and now, repeat that... 200times..~
a Moment.~
I'm sitting here at work, sipping on a coffee, and actually (suprisingly) enjoying life quite comfortably.~
It's strange, when we get these bursts of life-energy, which is my way of saying "experiencing what Raw-life is all about", or Life in general.~
Why cant we and why Shouldn't we Enjoy the world around us? Enjoy the simplistic bullshit we tend to forget; the rawest forces around, the inner chemical reactions of our bodies, as we all have every drug lodged within us naturally.~
Smaller quanity = higher quality~
I'm sitting here, and at the next ring, I just get a rush of hatred for my present moment; my "work".~
Which just reminds me of something I've thought for a while...~
We waste sooo much time on the vain repitious crapp we call "introduction". Small talk, and gayy initial statements are worthless, pointless, and complete ShiT thats shipping us back to the stone ages.~
Imagine a world, where you could walk up to a chick and just say "You're gorgeous and I wanna take you back to my place, so we can sit in the livingroom, and my eyeballs can ride the stairway to heaven, as I sit to some orgasmic mood music, supreme lighting, and that terribly intoxicating drug called your prescence.~"
Another sip of coffee, just wanting for those terrible effects; take me to some imaginative world known as the sun.~ Or the mind
It's strange, when we get these bursts of life-energy, which is my way of saying "experiencing what Raw-life is all about", or Life in general.~
Why cant we and why Shouldn't we Enjoy the world around us? Enjoy the simplistic bullshit we tend to forget; the rawest forces around, the inner chemical reactions of our bodies, as we all have every drug lodged within us naturally.~
Smaller quanity = higher quality~
I'm sitting here, and at the next ring, I just get a rush of hatred for my present moment; my "work".~
Which just reminds me of something I've thought for a while...~
We waste sooo much time on the vain repitious crapp we call "introduction". Small talk, and gayy initial statements are worthless, pointless, and complete ShiT thats shipping us back to the stone ages.~
Imagine a world, where you could walk up to a chick and just say "You're gorgeous and I wanna take you back to my place, so we can sit in the livingroom, and my eyeballs can ride the stairway to heaven, as I sit to some orgasmic mood music, supreme lighting, and that terribly intoxicating drug called your prescence.~"
Another sip of coffee, just wanting for those terrible effects; take me to some imaginative world known as the sun.~ Or the mind
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Digital Drugs
I read an article just now that questions whether or not children are getting digitally-stoned, unawares. Due to the quality of in-ear earphones, the digital frequency, as well as "i-Doser" type sounds and incorporation's, it all seems very likely.~
At the same time, this is no knew thing; and I personally, have wanted to create an i-Doser-Incorporated song that would make you feel as high as a kite, and as flowery as you funeral-day.~
At the same time, this is no knew thing; and I personally, have wanted to create an i-Doser-Incorporated song that would make you feel as high as a kite, and as flowery as you funeral-day.~
M. C. Escher
OMGGG I fuckin LoVE M. C. Escher!!!!!!!!!~
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a3/Escher%27s_Relativity.jpg
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/42/Escher%2C_Metamorphosis_I.jpg
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a3/Escher%27s_Relativity.jpg
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/42/Escher%2C_Metamorphosis_I.jpg
Sex and Character by Otto Weininger
Today I was reading through Wikipedia, and how it usually goes (and what makes it such a lovely thing..) is, I managed to cyberly Stumble on so many topics I would normally never just Think of reading off the top of the bat.~
Who really remembers the Root-topic, but what matters is, one thing led to the next, and I came across a Austrian author & philosopher by the name of Otto Weininger (who died at 23). What I found interesting was a book he wrote titled Sex and Character, which aruges that:
"that all people are composed of a mixture of the male and the female substance,"
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Otto_Weininger
This to me, is a rather interesting concept, which basically follows the acient teachings of Black & White, good & evil, light & darkness, and all the rest, but, in a more Down to earth context.
"The male aspect is active, productive, conscious and moral/logical, while the female aspect is passive, unproductive, unconscious and amoral/alogical."
"the female life is consumed with the sexual function: both with the act, as a prostitute, and the product, as a mother. Woman is a "matchmaker". By contrast, the duty of the male, or the masculine aspect of personality, is to strive to become a genius, and to forego sexuality for an abstract love of the absolute, God, which he finds within himself."
[ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Otto_Weininger ]
Now, dont get me wrong or the author of which either, this is no Sexist statement, just as the age old legends we are faced with, there always has to be a Dragon & a Prince; someone has to be the face of the Opposites.
I see nothing as completely good, nor bad.~ We are all made up of Both good & evil, and thats what I see this idea as touching upon. It's almost a Yin & Yang, which we all are made up of, and I find it interesting to put it down in a Human form.
Who really remembers the Root-topic, but what matters is, one thing led to the next, and I came across a Austrian author & philosopher by the name of Otto Weininger (who died at 23). What I found interesting was a book he wrote titled Sex and Character, which aruges that:
"that all people are composed of a mixture of the male and the female substance,"
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Otto_Weininger
This to me, is a rather interesting concept, which basically follows the acient teachings of Black & White, good & evil, light & darkness, and all the rest, but, in a more Down to earth context.
"The male aspect is active, productive, conscious and moral/logical, while the female aspect is passive, unproductive, unconscious and amoral/alogical."
"the female life is consumed with the sexual function: both with the act, as a prostitute, and the product, as a mother. Woman is a "matchmaker". By contrast, the duty of the male, or the masculine aspect of personality, is to strive to become a genius, and to forego sexuality for an abstract love of the absolute, God, which he finds within himself."
[ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Otto_Weininger ]
Now, dont get me wrong or the author of which either, this is no Sexist statement, just as the age old legends we are faced with, there always has to be a Dragon & a Prince; someone has to be the face of the Opposites.
I see nothing as completely good, nor bad.~ We are all made up of Both good & evil, and thats what I see this idea as touching upon. It's almost a Yin & Yang, which we all are made up of, and I find it interesting to put it down in a Human form.
How to stay Interesting.~
How to stay interesting ... that's really the question of life.~
Well, I guess the best way to get at this would be, to just say whats in my head no matter topic or subject. We will be the harsh remains of that charred remembrance of some lost civilization.~
I cant listen to this anymore, I'm stuck in the limbo of the real world. It's the "real world" that is the most annoying & distasteful. People on average, are just a wound up object that is filled with the ideas, quotes, and mentality of someone else.~ They are children of some other mutant mechanism; some strange blue-print of a programed idea of the world.
When I "hook up" with someone, I gain nothing.~ I don't "Draw" from some happy memory, or some strange Energy-force; I remain myself, with less happy colourful thoughts that are constructed from that baby-batter of the mind.. (or the cock,, who cares..~)
Lets not be Drawn by some silly attraction, or Over-think/dwell on some silly idealism; we are individual, so lets all fuckin' stay that way, with our head inside our own mind, and our mind in our own head.~
Don't "Give yourself way", cause when the receiver of which throws it to the dogs, and walks away, you wont even have your own shoulders to cry on.~ I say no more.
Well, I guess the best way to get at this would be, to just say whats in my head no matter topic or subject. We will be the harsh remains of that charred remembrance of some lost civilization.~
I cant listen to this anymore, I'm stuck in the limbo of the real world. It's the "real world" that is the most annoying & distasteful. People on average, are just a wound up object that is filled with the ideas, quotes, and mentality of someone else.~ They are children of some other mutant mechanism; some strange blue-print of a programed idea of the world.
When I "hook up" with someone, I gain nothing.~ I don't "Draw" from some happy memory, or some strange Energy-force; I remain myself, with less happy colourful thoughts that are constructed from that baby-batter of the mind.. (or the cock,, who cares..~)
Lets not be Drawn by some silly attraction, or Over-think/dwell on some silly idealism; we are individual, so lets all fuckin' stay that way, with our head inside our own mind, and our mind in our own head.~
Don't "Give yourself way", cause when the receiver of which throws it to the dogs, and walks away, you wont even have your own shoulders to cry on.~ I say no more.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Genius
"In ancient Roman religion, the genius was the individual instance of a general divine nature that is present in every individual person, place or thing.[1]"
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genius_(mythology)
^ Lewis, Charlton T.; Short, Charles (2009). "genius". A Latin Dictionary. Meford, MA: Perseus Digital Library, Tufts University. http://www.perseus.tufts.edu/cgi-bin/ptext?doc=Perseus%3Atext%3A1999.04.0059%3Aentry%3D%2319459. Retrieved 1 July 2009.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Genius_(mythology)
^ Lewis, Charlton T.; Short, Charles (2009). "genius". A Latin Dictionary. Meford, MA: Perseus Digital Library, Tufts University. http://www.perseus.tufts.edu/cgi-bin/ptext?doc=Perseus%3Atext%3A1999.04.0059%3Aentry%3D%2319459. Retrieved 1 July 2009.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Tranquil.~
Oh that I'd be a happy soul once again
Oh that i'd feel what it means to be well
Oh! that I'd feel what it means to depend
Oh, that I would strive to be tranquil
Tranquilizer, womanizer
Demon-izer; demon me
Detrimental, movie rental
Sentimental; mental me
Retrospective, uncollective
non-retractive, in-active me
Oh that i'd feel what it means to be well
Oh! that I'd feel what it means to depend
Oh, that I would strive to be tranquil
Tranquilizer, womanizer
Demon-izer; demon me
Detrimental, movie rental
Sentimental; mental me
Retrospective, uncollective
non-retractive, in-active me
a Story brewing; Adept.~
I had an idea today during my morning shower for a Movie script. It would be a story that was inspired by the idea of creating a story loosely based off of the Never-neverland Raunch incidents of so-called Pedophilia acts between Michael Jackson and several young boys.
As I thought over the idea, I knew that there was no way in hell that the surviveing Jackson family & estate would Ever allow anything even remotely similar in context; be it for him or against.
Me being myself, I didn't allow that to make me stop my contemplation, so I continued to think about Alternate ways to create a story of this nature.
And then, as the hot water rushed off my back, and the steam anced across my face, I had an idea.. a story,, and almost Lifestyle or career choice I thought about once; A Teacher, who would teach children not only Math, Science, English, and History, but a co,bination of all of these, mixed with "Life skills"; teach them the realities of life, the ways of business, the fabric of modern society~ Both it's helps & it's hinders.
I also thought of the "Pedophile" leery feeling I wanted to give the story; the same feeling you get when you think of Never-never land raunch..~
Don't get me wrong, the story is nowhere completion.~ Even the basic skeleton is missing several bones; but I did manage to incorporate several ideas, and string them together to come up with a basic Start, Plot, and ending (which too me, the final of which is really the most crucial).
I'm naturally, NOT going to say the ending...~ But it will go from Creepy, eery, church-boy sickening, to somewhat bizarre and even, conceptual.~
Mind you, I have just recently seen Inception, and have a strong interest in the Bizarre and impossible ideas...~ Which will be Incorporated.. a somewhat Strange way to see "life" as we know it.~ To test the boundaries.. in several ways.~~
There is also discussion on a topic I am very interested in: Knowledge, and the present-day acquiring of which. We "learn" in a very Long, drawn out process, which takes years and years to gain only a minuscule Fraction of the wisdom of the ages (and for the most part, that's just for 1 small topic/subject).
If we could actually "Download" knowledge into our heads, instead of the boring, long, drawn out, freakin HARD process we presently work within, we would be able to finally Progress at a heightened level.. instead of continuously having to dwell on the Old to see the Future.~
If we could fully grasp, understand, and actually remember/know all the wisdom, information, and everything imaginable from our world's past, we could then start testing the boundaries, scaling the untouched mountains, and write our own history,, that wasn't hidden under a dark cloud's shadow of the past.~
This story is about Knowledge, the process of acquiring it (set in a new version of the old-school process of English education in boarding schools), and a new science of obtaining it. It also hints on sexual perversion, pedophilia, and the powers that be who perceive things only in the "Here and Now's" ideas, as well as the concepts of the past.
A personal disclaimer; there will not be any pedophilia in this story, only the Hint of it~ the perception, not the act.~ That's all I'll say for now.
The working title sits as Adept; or the Adept.~ comments, concerns, ideas?
As I thought over the idea, I knew that there was no way in hell that the surviveing Jackson family & estate would Ever allow anything even remotely similar in context; be it for him or against.
Me being myself, I didn't allow that to make me stop my contemplation, so I continued to think about Alternate ways to create a story of this nature.
And then, as the hot water rushed off my back, and the steam anced across my face, I had an idea.. a story,, and almost Lifestyle or career choice I thought about once; A Teacher, who would teach children not only Math, Science, English, and History, but a co,bination of all of these, mixed with "Life skills"; teach them the realities of life, the ways of business, the fabric of modern society~ Both it's helps & it's hinders.
I also thought of the "Pedophile" leery feeling I wanted to give the story; the same feeling you get when you think of Never-never land raunch..~
Don't get me wrong, the story is nowhere completion.~ Even the basic skeleton is missing several bones; but I did manage to incorporate several ideas, and string them together to come up with a basic Start, Plot, and ending (which too me, the final of which is really the most crucial).
I'm naturally, NOT going to say the ending...~ But it will go from Creepy, eery, church-boy sickening, to somewhat bizarre and even, conceptual.~
Mind you, I have just recently seen Inception, and have a strong interest in the Bizarre and impossible ideas...~ Which will be Incorporated.. a somewhat Strange way to see "life" as we know it.~ To test the boundaries.. in several ways.~~
There is also discussion on a topic I am very interested in: Knowledge, and the present-day acquiring of which. We "learn" in a very Long, drawn out process, which takes years and years to gain only a minuscule Fraction of the wisdom of the ages (and for the most part, that's just for 1 small topic/subject).
If we could actually "Download" knowledge into our heads, instead of the boring, long, drawn out, freakin HARD process we presently work within, we would be able to finally Progress at a heightened level.. instead of continuously having to dwell on the Old to see the Future.~
If we could fully grasp, understand, and actually remember/know all the wisdom, information, and everything imaginable from our world's past, we could then start testing the boundaries, scaling the untouched mountains, and write our own history,, that wasn't hidden under a dark cloud's shadow of the past.~
This story is about Knowledge, the process of acquiring it (set in a new version of the old-school process of English education in boarding schools), and a new science of obtaining it. It also hints on sexual perversion, pedophilia, and the powers that be who perceive things only in the "Here and Now's" ideas, as well as the concepts of the past.
A personal disclaimer; there will not be any pedophilia in this story, only the Hint of it~ the perception, not the act.~ That's all I'll say for now.
The working title sits as Adept; or the Adept.~ comments, concerns, ideas?
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