general disclaimer: opinions are a mental construct, and obviously not thought to be shared by all
You May Not Complain About My Verbal Graffiti
Mankind is the bane of civilization. We are fucking ourselves out of existence. We perpetuate every stereotype ever created, and we laugh about it. Maybe some omnipotent man in the sky will magically make everything better with his illegitimate, turn-the-other-cheek-pansy-ass son. Seriously, the Bible, the Koran, the Pali Canon... any of the holy books, are nothing more than an elaborate version of Aesop's Fables. Yet, none of them make quite as good a point as Aesop. It's odd that no matter what religion, faith, or freedom of choice you are, we are all still struggling with the futility of our existence.
I've said it before and I'll say it again, and continue to say it, "The Smiths are so busy trying to keep up with the Jones, and they're all sinking on the same ship. Time isn't going to stop, and you're not going to become immortal. Nothing but death and time are immortal, and I'm always questioning time. Work toward a greater goal for all mankind instead of individual gain. Sharing never hurt anyone, ever. Period."
Oh, and I'm not going to vote. No, I don't care what anyone says, I don't believe in wasting my vote to write-in someone who I know would only get my vote, and I would not vote for anyone on the ballot. When they stop the whole "separation of church and state" issue, and there are no more prayers at the National Conventions, then yeah, maybe I'll start voting. Until then, I'm not going to waste my breath on anyone who is willing to sacrifice their beliefs not only in themselves, but in what this country was founded on, just so they can gain power. That's kind of rise to power is not deserved.
Anyway, Goodnight and Good Luck
27.10.08
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28.8.08
The First Rule of __________
"Jack was born a healthy baby to a healthy family.
Jack lived a healthy life.
Jack volunteered with the homeless and the elderly.
Jack had many healthy friends.
Jack got married and had a healthy wife, and healthy kids.
Jack's healthy children got married and had healthy kids.
Jack's grand-children got married and had healthy kids.
Jack lived a healthy life.
Jack died of old age."
"Jack's healthy friends eventually died of old age.
Jack's healthy wife died of old age.
Jack's healthy children eventually died of old age.
Jack's grand-children eventually died of old age.
Jack's great-grand children got married and had healthy kids.
Jak's great-great-grand children got married and had healthy kids.
Jak's great-grand children eventually died of old age.
Jak's great-great-grand children eventually died of old age
Jk's great-great-great-grand children got married and had healthy kids.
Jk's great-great-great-great-grand children got married and had healthy kids.
J's great-great-great-grand children eventually died of old age.
J's great-great-great-great-grand children eventually died of old age...
...wait, who was I talking about again?"
Jack lived a healthy life.
Jack volunteered with the homeless and the elderly.
Jack had many healthy friends.
Jack got married and had a healthy wife, and healthy kids.
Jack's healthy children got married and had healthy kids.
Jack's grand-children got married and had healthy kids.
Jack lived a healthy life.
Jack died of old age."
"Jack's healthy friends eventually died of old age.
Jack's healthy wife died of old age.
Jack's healthy children eventually died of old age.
Jack's grand-children eventually died of old age.
Jack's great-grand children got married and had healthy kids.
Jak's great-great-grand children got married and had healthy kids.
Jak's great-grand children eventually died of old age.
Jak's great-great-grand children eventually died of old age
Jk's great-great-great-grand children got married and had healthy kids.
Jk's great-great-great-great-grand children got married and had healthy kids.
J's great-great-great-grand children eventually died of old age.
J's great-great-great-great-grand children eventually died of old age...
...wait, who was I talking about again?"
25.8.08
iStone
Hello. My name is iStone. Due to lack of comprehension skills, you may not be able to understand what is being said, but that's okay, just wait for the haze to clear...
Better?
I thought so...
In the past few months life has been like one of those open-shutter pictures where you let it expose over a long period of time. Especially if you look at the headlights on cars. An obvious blur. It has beautiful wavelngths and then there is the ugly side. The pieces of the picture that are stagnant.
I don't really understand much about life, but I don't think I'm supposed to either. This conscience existence doesn't seem like it's long enough to understand everything, or even a portion of it.
I don't have the ability to talk openly about what bothers me, I'm just not good at it. Lately there has been a lot on my mind. A lot... and I don't know how to talk about it. This is not a cry for help, this is me getting things off my chest. Just because this is appearing in the public eye doesn't mean that I want sympathy, or empathy. It just means it's what is on my mind.
The one thing that's on my mind more than anything else is anger. Anger about everything. I have an extremely short amount of patience, and lately the smallest things have been pissing me off. Not just pissing me off, but making me visibly upset. I often feel like getting into fights, just to hit something. I know there should be a "healthy outlet", but lately I don't have the energy to find one. I don't have the energy to do much of anything except menial tasks that don't require much thinking.
Yeah, I still feel like hitting someone
Better?
I thought so...
In the past few months life has been like one of those open-shutter pictures where you let it expose over a long period of time. Especially if you look at the headlights on cars. An obvious blur. It has beautiful wavelngths and then there is the ugly side. The pieces of the picture that are stagnant.
I don't really understand much about life, but I don't think I'm supposed to either. This conscience existence doesn't seem like it's long enough to understand everything, or even a portion of it.
I don't have the ability to talk openly about what bothers me, I'm just not good at it. Lately there has been a lot on my mind. A lot... and I don't know how to talk about it. This is not a cry for help, this is me getting things off my chest. Just because this is appearing in the public eye doesn't mean that I want sympathy, or empathy. It just means it's what is on my mind.
The one thing that's on my mind more than anything else is anger. Anger about everything. I have an extremely short amount of patience, and lately the smallest things have been pissing me off. Not just pissing me off, but making me visibly upset. I often feel like getting into fights, just to hit something. I know there should be a "healthy outlet", but lately I don't have the energy to find one. I don't have the energy to do much of anything except menial tasks that don't require much thinking.
Yeah, I still feel like hitting someone
23.8.08
I've Never Seen Anything So Beautiful...
This anecdote is not for those who have a thirst that cannot be quenched 'til they comprehend the inner-workings of time and space. This is not necessarily shared in hopes that anyone will understand it, nor is it a death's whisper. I'm not sure if I understand it, however, if anyone else has a deluge of enlightenment, the weather has been quite arid as of late...
An early evening just on the edge of dusk was settling on the day like a sea of down. The air was alive with heat and electricity all throughout the clouds. As lightning snapped upon the frozen and marble stones there was a rush of symphonic vibrations within them. Gaia smiled affectionately upon the scheme of such simple yet spontaneous gems. Gemstones that wore the mantle of nobility and were polished to glow. If one were to probe further into the activities they would view a multitude of random events that happen so perfectly in tune with each other it was as though Fate was weaving a loom with their very wavelengths. It was as though the very air causing them to shake and shudder about was actually causing them to combine. Soft whispers caused small reactions that seemed to let on as though they knew more than anyone thought.
The stones danced about in a delicate and shimmering web of everything that was Hope. Almost as quickly as one of them moved the other would follow, almost as if the very heavenly bodies magnetized their auras. They scattered across an invisible plain of swirling dust and then cacophony ensued. Splashes of crimson mixed in with shades of silver and black. All the while, vibrating to a beat that wouldn't bend or decrease. The tempo seemed to speed up while the surroundings changed from the cold concrete reflections on the marble and glass to a wave of blue. A wisp of sulfur drifted up from the tiles and sand, and a union of thoughts were transferred from Soul to Soul. A union of unknown possibilities and acceptable Fear wafted through a forest covered in moss.
As the dawn drew across the sky a series of figures that were neither smoke nor sunshine, a new theory had materialized. A variation on any unborn process linking together Love and the impossible. Time stopped shooting the fragments off into a spacial distortion which curved the vibrations they carried into molds that shaped mountains. In a reversal of fortune, the once famous symphony turned to a few notes scribbled upon a sheet of old parchment from a novice conductor for guidance. A spectacular cloud of rain, dark and ominous, soaked the stone until there was nothing but the early morning dusk and the frozen expanse where heartstrings were plucked by harpies. A bright flash of light skewed the horizon with the promise of hinged Delirium cascading into the Hope for lightning once again.
An early evening just on the edge of dusk was settling on the day like a sea of down. The air was alive with heat and electricity all throughout the clouds. As lightning snapped upon the frozen and marble stones there was a rush of symphonic vibrations within them. Gaia smiled affectionately upon the scheme of such simple yet spontaneous gems. Gemstones that wore the mantle of nobility and were polished to glow. If one were to probe further into the activities they would view a multitude of random events that happen so perfectly in tune with each other it was as though Fate was weaving a loom with their very wavelengths. It was as though the very air causing them to shake and shudder about was actually causing them to combine. Soft whispers caused small reactions that seemed to let on as though they knew more than anyone thought.
The stones danced about in a delicate and shimmering web of everything that was Hope. Almost as quickly as one of them moved the other would follow, almost as if the very heavenly bodies magnetized their auras. They scattered across an invisible plain of swirling dust and then cacophony ensued. Splashes of crimson mixed in with shades of silver and black. All the while, vibrating to a beat that wouldn't bend or decrease. The tempo seemed to speed up while the surroundings changed from the cold concrete reflections on the marble and glass to a wave of blue. A wisp of sulfur drifted up from the tiles and sand, and a union of thoughts were transferred from Soul to Soul. A union of unknown possibilities and acceptable Fear wafted through a forest covered in moss.
As the dawn drew across the sky a series of figures that were neither smoke nor sunshine, a new theory had materialized. A variation on any unborn process linking together Love and the impossible. Time stopped shooting the fragments off into a spacial distortion which curved the vibrations they carried into molds that shaped mountains. In a reversal of fortune, the once famous symphony turned to a few notes scribbled upon a sheet of old parchment from a novice conductor for guidance. A spectacular cloud of rain, dark and ominous, soaked the stone until there was nothing but the early morning dusk and the frozen expanse where heartstrings were plucked by harpies. A bright flash of light skewed the horizon with the promise of hinged Delirium cascading into the Hope for lightning once again.
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