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.~
Thursday, September 30, 2010
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..~
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