December 2008
18 posts
“the tricky thing about my brain is that, right when my thoughts flicker into focus for a split second, my conscious minds snaps to attention and sucks me out of my wormhole of thought. it always happens right before i can even comprehend what i was onto in the first place.”
revelation today:
spirituality must exist. seriously. think about the universe as a whole and how we don’t know anything about it.
http://dsc.discovery.com/space/top-10/strange-universe/space-10-weirdest-things-universe.html
on some real shit,
mac is the way to be.
Perhaps if you were some magical creature, living only in moments of true beauty, would your mind be at rest. Perhaps if you were absolutely certain that wishing would work, would you try your absolute best. Space and time and the actions of others- As you sigh your last sigh, Was it worth all the trouble?
WE DONT KNOW THE BOUNDARIES OF THE UNIVERSE OR OF EXISTANCE BUT WE DO KNOW THAT IN ONE LOCATION AMONG THE TRILLIONS OF GALAXIES AND STARS THERE IS ONE SMALL ROCK ON WHICH LIVING CREATURES RESIDE. WE CANNOT REFERENCE THEIR LOCATION TO ANY OTHER LOCATION OR CONCEPT WHATSOEVER BECAUSE WE DO NOT KNOW THE OUTER LIMITS OF THE UNIVERSE ITSELF. THEY KNOW NOTHING OF THE UNIVERSE AND CANNOT UNDERSTAND THE...
whenever i sit and try to figure the universe out, i begin to feel really strange. my heart starts to burn a little bit and my brain reels from this massive revelation.
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you want to cover her in love you want to take her to the river you want to watch her dress you want to watch her shiver
note: i’m not anti-christianity. i spent most of my life believing i was a christian.
i really don’t know. i have a hard time believing in anything at all.
i’m just thinking out loud here.
people die for what they love and believe in every single day.
people give their lives without a second thought for their religious beliefs, in service to their country, or for other people. or whatever.
they are tortured, burned, mamed, shot, etc.
this happens every
day
all
the
time
so
why
is
jesus
so
god
damn
special
he
gave
his
life
for
others
but
who
wouldnt
(we are...
i wish the words i wrote meant more to me
repost:
is this the lowest of human existance? all values lost, all morals lost. what is a soul, if all humanity in me be the cost? i will seek beauty and truth, and shirk all distraction. and my hands will always collect sin regardless of action. We have surely miscalculated on a major note- To believe that we are meant to desire, but trained to...
do not be tricked by the man that pretends to play his part- his goal is to destroy, his goal is to destroy. in the slums of the dying city, the sisters in the window pretend that they are pretty she is scratching her back, she is laying on the bed, she is searching for wisdom; she is touching her head- me and the survivors lay among the sage- we listen to the diseased dying for days and days us,...
mary magdelane denounces the human race-
(she cries out in pain, marked with distain- “the man and his beast, are one in the same!”) the wood in the water the river untame the men in the forest the inaudible flame the animal’s mane floating in the wind riding in the west fragile woman spirit in chest
sun in hand, his brow at back- the sand and their skin and his hair all match-...
in a towering silence i awoke out in the open- i woke up all alone i woke up by the ocean. horizon laid bare- all acrost my sight- was i deaf or was this silence brought on by the night
?
approaching the forest, approaching the beast- my ears have not failed,
i can almost hear leaves
(unfinished ?)
have you heard of of the man who found his heart, he killed his family, he mastered his art- after killing a man- his heart was sold after killing a man this man struck gold. in silence and remorse he lit the torch he shot the priest from his front porch not even showing his face in the minister’s last moment, he went inside and answered the phone then fell from grace all over again, his...
[i used some old words to make this a guitar song]
well in this city, only when it rains all the kids outside are somber and strange- and they hold dear to their earth and they hold dear to their shoes even though there are holes and all the rain seeps through
my skin has grown to want the moment in which you are suddenly sure- your body lurches backward (the feeling is too pure)
and i...
everything is so simple and predictable. it makes me numb.
i constantly feel sort of empty. there are no reasons (except maybe there are?) (like my mother drunk in the passenger seat- and then flying from the car, unconscious and uncaring she is very- [sigh, this is scary.] [what do i say?] she is strung out on youth in old age, can you ever tell that someone will never ever change?