September 2009
1 post
August 2009
3 posts
30 second rant
I drink from the milk of my ancestors, More, I want more, I pull them into myself, make them into more, but soon, too soon, they fade away. These are their eyes, their lips, their nose, but who has mine? Comparisons made irrationally, assumptions of absurdities we tell our children, the truth; what now is truth, but words arranged in a certain manner, words that only have meaning when intention is...
May 2009
8 posts
fear and trembling
There are nine planets in this solar system, who knows in this galaxy and an infinite number in this universe. Is this planet the only one that contains life? If the logic preceding this question was not good enough, let us delve deeper, considering current historical events. On November 20, 1969 there was camera gear recovered that had been left behind from the first moon landing. Upon the lenses...
Longevity in Silence
Burnt out instances quell my motivations. Sacrifices of the things most dear for an ardorous intoxication. What is it to be afraid? Fear to be alone, fear to be with people. Fear of death; fear of life. Where does the fear end? Fear of being judged leads to shame in what you love. Inability to accept even yourself, yet able to others. Desire. To want things. Materialistic. Categories for...
over here dude!
What is the value of a human life? When the population of ” animals ” in a given area is so high thati t is beginning to negatively impact its eco-system, we human beings make the decision that ultimately leads to the death of a large portion of that animals population. Obviously on this planet, this not so rare of an occurance has happened with another animal species; humans. Will we...
the other
I sit against the wall in my basement room, staring at the flickering shadows thrown from the burning candles all around. Sipping at a streaming cup of tea, I lose myself in those shadows, those tell tale shadows whose implication are of socratic invention.
” My walls are stone, like those of the cave,” I think to myself as I take another sip of tea, ” Maybe I’m gonna free...
God Damn Cat!!!
I sit in the library of my mansion, writing, a quill pen and vellum my mediums for this masterpiece. The scratches of the quill are mesmerizing to me, almost as if they are the secret language of the quill, and it speaks to only me, instructing me on what to write. And as if they do, rarely does my quill stop to hover over the vellum in hesitation, constantly scratching out its legacy, stopping...
Everyday another nothing
Everyday I wake up, eat breakfast and read the newspaper before work. God I need to start reading another newspaper; the U.S.A. Today just does not cover enough world news for my taste, but that is neither here nor there, well I guess it is since that is part of what I am talking about, wait, maybe; I want a Kindle; you can subscribe to a newspaper and have it sent directly to your kindle...