end of the world jingles, gumdrop pyramid schemes, and demon gossip LIVE from Mr Bumpy's closet of illusions
Thursday
Tuesday
Enter Galactic (Love Connection Pt. 1)
ok. you say you’ve never done this before and thats cool and all but i want
you to try this with me. its cool, dont worry.”
get ready
pop it,
lets go
enter galactic you and me
enter galactic you and me
get ready
pop it, lets go
enter galactic you and me
i once use
to dream of peace
until i found you
once upon a time baby
i once use to dream so sweet
until i had a taste of you
once upon a time baby
reaching out to outer space dancing to awesome sounds
this all new to you
im reaching out to hold you close so i dont slip away
explore a new approach
a whole new free id say
get ready
pop it, lets go
enter galactic you and me
enter galactic you and me
get ready
pop it, lets go
enter galactic you and me
get ready pop it, lets go
enter galactic you and me
enter galactic you and me
get ready
pop it, lets go
enter galactic you and me
i know its easy to imagine
but its easier to just “do”
if you cant “do” what you imagine
then what is imagination to you?
just a waste of space in your brain
to take the place of hate
or things all the same
tell me your secrets
the things that make you tick
i like when you talk
because your voice is angelesque
this will mark the day
our minds and souls will connect
lets not forget the sex
my heart you can collect
now
now
now my heart you can collect
now
now
now my heart you can collect
now
now
enter galactic you and me
Sunday
Ask For Answers
Time to pass you to the test.
Hanging on my lover's breath.
Always coming second best.
Pictures of my lover's chest.
Get through this night, there are no second chances.
This time I might.
To ask the sea for answers.
Always falling to the floor, softer than it was before.
Dog boy - media whore, it's who the hell you take me for.
Give up this fight, there are no second chances.
This time I might.
To ask the sea for answers.
These bonds are shackle free, wrapped in lust and lunacy.
Tiny touch of jealousy, these bonds are shackle free.
Get through this night, there are no second chances.
This time I might.
To ask the sea for answers.
These bonds are shackle free
These bonds are shackle free
These bonds are shackle free
These bonds are shackle free
Get through this, there are no second chances.
This time. To ask the sea for answers.
Saturday
Forever
Infinity stretches on limitlessly
countless days pass by immeasurably
Anniversaries gutter in the maelstrom
whorling a snowstorm of lustrous millennium
We couldn't stay together
this couldn't last forever
Senses dissolve into soliloquies
flooding ascent in synchronicity
But we couldn't stay together
I knew this wouldn't last forever
Forever just one more tie then never
this is the last string to sever
On and on yes it goes on and on
I could stay wherever
I would last forever
Forever just one more tie then never
this is the last string to sever
forever never forever
This is the last string to sever
I have lost you for ever and ever
Thursday
Beans___Papercut
I love this song and video. Totally just remembered about this.
Saw the new Britney video I posted below....is there a connection between gay men and female strippers? hmmm...
Wednesday
Hate the sin, love the sinner
I was gonna post something about being stressed out but instead I leave you with...okay, well I guess it's just for me...
Oh thou that bowest thy ecstatic face
thy perfect sorrows are the world's to keep
Wherefore onto thy knee
come weep
with a prayer
Oh thou that bowest thy ecstatic face
thy perfect sorrows are the world's to keep
Wherefore onto thy knee
come weep
with a prayer
Mother Heroic
Mother Glorious
Beholding in thy eye
immortal tears
Oh thou that bowest thy ecstatic face
Oh...
Oh thou that bowest thy ecstatic face
thy perfect sorrows are the world's to keep
Wherefore onto thy knee
come weep
with a prayer
Oh thou that bowest thy ecstatic face
thy perfect sorrows are the world's to keep
Wherefore onto thy knee
come weep
with a prayer
Mother Heroic
Mother Glorious
Beholding in thy eye
immortal tears
Oh thou that bowest thy ecstatic face
Oh...
Monday
Sunday
needles in a haystack
This one was a real doozy. Me and my fiance were hanging out with some people and somehow we all got split into groups and I ended up alone. It was dark and I somehow ended up in a hotel and I had a room; how I acquired it is a mystery to me (much like the whole of this dream). In my frustration, I was trying to get a hold of my fiance but every time I called him on my cellphone I was either half asleep or the connection was weird and he sounded all muffled; I somehow learned that he was at home; I was confused.
I was just hanging out in my cool hotel room when i heard some weird shit going on outside (Think I was pretty high up) There were people with guns pointing them up at the hotel windows. My perspective changed and I could see everyone in their hotel rooms (all walls and everything turned to glass, it was pretty beautiful) and some were closing their blinds and curtains and I followed suit. I then proceeded to turn off the lights in my room and the television set, as to not attract any attention to myself. Now there were television stations outside and a big ruckus was going on. The hotel manager went on a megaphone ( I think he was standing outside with the terrorists). He was telling everyone in the hotel not to pay any attention to them. He said by not paying attention to them, they would eventually just disappear.
So I try to terrorist-proof my hotel room and find that it is beautifully designed...lots of pieces that can become detached...not very terrorist-proof though, I suppose. So I go on living my life (I guess I live here now)...I remember something about standing on someones toilet...hmmm...don't know what became of that. The strangest thing about this place was the light; it was almost pitch black at times but I could manage to see somehow, other times it was dusk-like.
I'm walking down the hallway, on one of the floors and all of a sudden the criminals are there and they try to pin me down and stick me with needles and I think I escaped but I don't know what happened after this, I can't remember. I hope it ended well!? Maybe I just woke up.
Fuck, I want to see the fucking Hello Kitty Exhibition!
rRrRrrrRrrRrrruUuuuUuUuufFffFFffFFFfff!
I was just hanging out in my cool hotel room when i heard some weird shit going on outside (Think I was pretty high up) There were people with guns pointing them up at the hotel windows. My perspective changed and I could see everyone in their hotel rooms (all walls and everything turned to glass, it was pretty beautiful) and some were closing their blinds and curtains and I followed suit. I then proceeded to turn off the lights in my room and the television set, as to not attract any attention to myself. Now there were television stations outside and a big ruckus was going on. The hotel manager went on a megaphone ( I think he was standing outside with the terrorists). He was telling everyone in the hotel not to pay any attention to them. He said by not paying attention to them, they would eventually just disappear.
So I try to terrorist-proof my hotel room and find that it is beautifully designed...lots of pieces that can become detached...not very terrorist-proof though, I suppose. So I go on living my life (I guess I live here now)...I remember something about standing on someones toilet...hmmm...don't know what became of that. The strangest thing about this place was the light; it was almost pitch black at times but I could manage to see somehow, other times it was dusk-like.
I'm walking down the hallway, on one of the floors and all of a sudden the criminals are there and they try to pin me down and stick me with needles and I think I escaped but I don't know what happened after this, I can't remember. I hope it ended well!? Maybe I just woke up.
Fuck, I want to see the fucking Hello Kitty Exhibition!
rRrRrrrRrrRrrruUuuuUuUuufFffFFffFFFfff!
Friday
Wednesday
Halloween Tits
They just finished playing constant craving by kd lang; i love this song! I recomend downloading it.
Bonape-tit!
Tuesday
This is one of several signs used to symbolize the I figured it out
My design persona, Ain Soph Aur is like a filter. Something I can take my time with, gathering ideas like I'm gathering berries in the wilderness for the long winter stretch. Like a fine meal that's been slow cooked, so when everyone sits down to eat, everyone ends up staying for three hours, taking their time to eat, having discussions, laughing, and drinking wine.
Everything else I do is everything and anything; no filter. Fueled by the need to create...anything. It's me throwing my feces out of my cage.
slip 'n' slide
So I had another strange dream. I was hanging out with my cousins that I don't talk to anymore in what seemed like a dance hall. We were laughing and shooting the shit and whatnot. I think we were celebrating one of their weddings.
(A lot of fuzziness after this but on to the next scene).
I was at school yet again (yes, I realize this is getting excessive with this school business). It was weird, I had the feeling of when I was in middle school but put through a sepia filter, strange. This place was massive, it was located in a secluded place in what looked like the great wall of china of a gated school, complete with a river on the side and a jungle. I was in class with some of my closest friends: Kory was one of them.
All of a sudden they were all ganging up on me; they were mad at me for doing something and I couldn't figure out what for, no matter how many times I asked. I felt abandoned and confused and even people I didn't know would look at me and snicker.
Through all of this, the only friend that was there by my side, assuring me that everything would be fine, was my friend JD. He turned up out of nowhere and was there, comforting me. The both of us left the classroom and attempted to flee the grounds.We were running down the stairs and it was getting muddier and muddier (I think we may have even seen ghosts).
All of a sudden we turn a corner and were outside but he's gone. I don't see him anywhere. I think he ran too fast and just disappeared or something; I'm not quite sure what happened but I'm alone again.
But before I even have time to process any emotions, what I had walked into outside is in actuality, a live commercial for tourism. As in, it is being performed the way people just start singing out of nowhere in musicals and is supposed to be taken as real life, sincerely.
It was so fucking strange: weird blobby people are being unloaded from buses like some twisted ren and stimpy cartoon, people are being poured into giant trays like they're being made into deviled egss but it's a spa treatment. And there's mud everywhere but not like resort/spa mud. It was the kind of mud you'd find underneath the sole of your soggy boot, it even smelled like dirty boots.
I didn't know what to think and then I remember something about a man trying to help me swing from a vine so I can jump into the lake.
(A lot of fuzziness after this but on to the next scene).
I was at school yet again (yes, I realize this is getting excessive with this school business). It was weird, I had the feeling of when I was in middle school but put through a sepia filter, strange. This place was massive, it was located in a secluded place in what looked like the great wall of china of a gated school, complete with a river on the side and a jungle. I was in class with some of my closest friends: Kory was one of them.
All of a sudden they were all ganging up on me; they were mad at me for doing something and I couldn't figure out what for, no matter how many times I asked. I felt abandoned and confused and even people I didn't know would look at me and snicker.
Through all of this, the only friend that was there by my side, assuring me that everything would be fine, was my friend JD. He turned up out of nowhere and was there, comforting me. The both of us left the classroom and attempted to flee the grounds.We were running down the stairs and it was getting muddier and muddier (I think we may have even seen ghosts).
All of a sudden we turn a corner and were outside but he's gone. I don't see him anywhere. I think he ran too fast and just disappeared or something; I'm not quite sure what happened but I'm alone again.
But before I even have time to process any emotions, what I had walked into outside is in actuality, a live commercial for tourism. As in, it is being performed the way people just start singing out of nowhere in musicals and is supposed to be taken as real life, sincerely.
It was so fucking strange: weird blobby people are being unloaded from buses like some twisted ren and stimpy cartoon, people are being poured into giant trays like they're being made into deviled egss but it's a spa treatment. And there's mud everywhere but not like resort/spa mud. It was the kind of mud you'd find underneath the sole of your soggy boot, it even smelled like dirty boots.
I didn't know what to think and then I remember something about a man trying to help me swing from a vine so I can jump into the lake.
Sunday
Eaten Alive
I had such a strange nightmare today. Something about being in a supermarket...don't remember too much about it; just a strange feeling of uneasiness permeating the air. I had to spend a deal of time finding a rifle and assembling it for some reason...I was with a group of people in what seemed like an abandoned mansion.
(I forget a lot of what happened but I remember something about children controlling everything in this world).
All of a sudden, we're in a room and one of my comrades is literally being eaten alive by some one before my very eyes. It was pretty gruesome and everyone is just sitting around with rifles in their hands and not doing anything, in a complete daze. I'm frantically trying to assemble my rifle together so that I can shoot the man/creature devouring my friend but I can't get my shit together in time to save him. So he's been completely consumed now and in his place is blood and saliva on the floor; pretty fucking extreme. So I walk around the gunk, casually stating that I'm just gonna go to the bathroom (to cry); surely this is the end.
So I go into the bathroom and there is a couple in there taking their daughter to pee so I wait for them to be done so I can go in. I enter the stall and all of a sudden the whole bathroom is filled with an immense amount of foot traffic, like people are just passing through like it's a sidewalk or something. As I'm peeing, someone comes out of the wall, right in front of me and steps down the toilet: it's the guy that had just been eaten alive (but he's someone else now and wearing a green flannel shirt). I'm done peeing and another friend is with me and we're talking to this guy, laughing about something. We say our goodbyes and he blends in with the rest of the crowd passing through. Me and my friend start to walk out and pass by my ex-boss, John (who's actually dead in real life), smile at each other, walk past him and join the crowd, walking out.
(I forget a lot of what happened but I remember something about children controlling everything in this world).
All of a sudden, we're in a room and one of my comrades is literally being eaten alive by some one before my very eyes. It was pretty gruesome and everyone is just sitting around with rifles in their hands and not doing anything, in a complete daze. I'm frantically trying to assemble my rifle together so that I can shoot the man/creature devouring my friend but I can't get my shit together in time to save him. So he's been completely consumed now and in his place is blood and saliva on the floor; pretty fucking extreme. So I walk around the gunk, casually stating that I'm just gonna go to the bathroom (to cry); surely this is the end.
So I go into the bathroom and there is a couple in there taking their daughter to pee so I wait for them to be done so I can go in. I enter the stall and all of a sudden the whole bathroom is filled with an immense amount of foot traffic, like people are just passing through like it's a sidewalk or something. As I'm peeing, someone comes out of the wall, right in front of me and steps down the toilet: it's the guy that had just been eaten alive (but he's someone else now and wearing a green flannel shirt). I'm done peeing and another friend is with me and we're talking to this guy, laughing about something. We say our goodbyes and he blends in with the rest of the crowd passing through. Me and my friend start to walk out and pass by my ex-boss, John (who's actually dead in real life), smile at each other, walk past him and join the crowd, walking out.
Arnold Böcklin, The Isle of the Dead (1880)
Friday
Michael Pukac
One of my favorite new paintings from fine artist Michael Pukac
Drumroll
Cupcakes
This crazy dude is constantly churning out new paintings every time I see him; It's pretty amazing. You wouldn't believe the amount of shows he does. Truly inspiring. For more artwork, be sure to head on over to http://www.michaelpukac.com/
P.S. Didn't Friday just happen a few days ago? We need to figure out new days.
Cupcakes
This crazy dude is constantly churning out new paintings every time I see him; It's pretty amazing. You wouldn't believe the amount of shows he does. Truly inspiring. For more artwork, be sure to head on over to http://www.michaelpukac.com/
P.S. Didn't Friday just happen a few days ago? We need to figure out new days.
Thursday
Top Speed
It's kinda funny, The way people tell you "let's hang out" for years on end but nothing ever comes of it. How people just fall by the wayside. If people aren't willing to meet me halfway, what's the use in keeping up the charade? It's always the same story: what have you been up to, we need to hang out when blah blah blah, etc....
It's funny because I'm just moving forward in my life and these are the people that stay stuck, never doing anything new, pretty sad. But I'll just forget about them as things progress. I mean, it's just pretty funny.
It's funny because I'm just moving forward in my life and these are the people that stay stuck, never doing anything new, pretty sad. But I'll just forget about them as things progress. I mean, it's just pretty funny.
Monday
12 REASONS GAY MARRIAGE WON'T WORK
1. Homosexuality is not natural, much like eyeglasses, polyester, and birth control are not natural.
2. Heterosexual marriages are valid because they produce children. Infertile couples and old people cannot get legally married because the world needs more children.
3. Obviously gay parents will raise gay children because straight parents only raise straight children.
4. Straight marriage will be less meaningful, since Britney Spears's 55-hour just-for-fun marriage was meaningful.
5. Heterosexual marriage has been around for a long time, and it hasn't changed at all: women are property, Blacks can't marry Whites, and divorce is illegal.
6. Gay marriage should be decided by the people, not the courts, because the majority-elected legislatures, not courts, have historically protected the rights of minorities.
7. Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are always imposed on the entire country. That's why we only have one religion in America.
8. Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people makes you tall.
9. Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage license.
10. Children can never succeed without both male and female role models at home. That's why single parents are forbidden to raise children.
11. Gay marriage will change the foundation of society. Heterosexual marriage has been around for a long time, and we could never adapt to new social norms because we haven't adapted to cars or longer lifespans.
12. Civil unions, providing most of the same benefits as marriage with a different name are better, because a "separate but equal" institution is always constitutional. Separate schools for African-Americans worked just as well as separate marriages will for gays & lesbians.
By the brilliant writers at the Gator Gay-Straight Alliance based out of the University of Florida. Huzzah!
Friday
Hello Kitty: Celebration!
It's here! It's Hello Kitty's 35Th Anniversary and to celebrate there's a huge exhibition at Royal/T from October 23 to November 14, called Three Apples. Head over to the events page to see all the fun stuff they've got planned, including a huge retrospective, special sushi making days, Hello Kitty Happy Hour and Karaoke, Meet the Artists party, fashion Shows and much much more!
I'm so excited; Hello Kitty has and still continues to be such a big inspiration in my life and in my work; this is a dream come true. The USA has never done anything like this and is sure to cause some colourful waves. I respect Hello Kitty's wonderful character designs and amazing product designs, graphics, and everything that make this such a unique experience. Hello Kitty would be my dream collaboration, by far.
So...who's in on the shenanigans with me?
Super Kawaii!
Wednesday
Monday
In need of some musical therapy right now?
Show me moonlight on the sunrise
I've seen so many planets dancing
I've seen too many people hiding
Show me sunset and I won't forget
That I am one of two planets dancing
I am part of two planets dancing
Shallow men, sign your name on my sun
The song of Solomon died in a battleground
The song of Solomon died in love's battleground
I am far shattered by these sinning times
For all your suffering by night
Life is so much dark and light
Day can not exist without a night
And you should not seperate from me
I have a heart that's full of light
To be shared on this night
Feel my hands, feel my life
For the sun and the stars of my mother and my sisters
I know where the foam is changing
I know that the stars will fall on me
decay
Things change / things fall apart
I guess it happens for a reason.
There's always something positive
to get out of seemingly negative emotions.
Don't fret, nothing happens for no reason.
I guess it happens for a reason.
There's always something positive
to get out of seemingly negative emotions.
Don't fret, nothing happens for no reason.
My intuition grows stronger everyday
I am navigating the ocean's depths
demonic forces flow through me
ever so effortlessly
to be strained
hidden gems
twinkle so exquisitely
wrap around / change sides
I've found my prize
demonic forces flow through me
ever so effortlessly
to be strained
hidden gems
twinkle so exquisitely
wrap around / change sides
I've found my prize
Saturday
Thursday
enrico
Things rarely work out the way you want them to; whether good or bad you have to just move forward and know that things will work out the way they're supposed to. Sometimes you'll be surprised how things end up better than you could have imagined; that's the beauty of life.
Tuesday
Monday
shelter
i get lost in these moments, with you
when i'm with you, i forget i'm a person
everything disappears
no more me, no more you
disintegrate
so smooth
when i'm with you, i forget i'm a person
everything disappears
no more me, no more you
disintegrate
so smooth
Friday
Biweekly
Politicians are, essentially, people pleasers. I don't want to be friends with a people pleaser, so why would I want one in office?
Why is it that they are "in office"? Shouldn't they be "outside", connected to the rest of us?
Why is it that they are "in office"? Shouldn't they be "outside", connected to the rest of us?
Tuesday
People fucking having kids
It pisses me the fuck off. Are people really that selfish that they think they can just pop out three or four or five kids and think they'll turn out fine? Unless you're fucking rich then don't do it; have that abortion. Don't you realize how fucked we are, as a nation? As a global nation? This world is entirely too overpopulated. We don't have any room for your fucking kids.
I understand that most children are accidents so why the charade? You're gonna feel guilty for not keeping it so just go through the rest of your life raising a child you never wanted to begin with and regret it for the rest of your life? Think of the implications of that question; just think about that for a sec. That's the root of everything wrong with this world: Religious fucking bible thumpers guilting frightened dolts into keeping kids they don't want so they can grow up as crack smoking criminals hell bent on filling voids in their hearts left there by parents who weren't there or abused them or made them perform in the little miss christmas pageant.....I could go on and on.
And I don't have anger issues as someone insightfully pointed out. I just won't sit back and accept everything thing I see and just take it for what it is, that's ridiculous. Having anger issues is not expressing yourself, keeping everything pent up. If something bothers you = let it out; it's as simple as that. I guess not everyone can be the least bit perceptive. God, teenagers are annoying. I guess that means I'm old.
I understand that most children are accidents so why the charade? You're gonna feel guilty for not keeping it so just go through the rest of your life raising a child you never wanted to begin with and regret it for the rest of your life? Think of the implications of that question; just think about that for a sec. That's the root of everything wrong with this world: Religious fucking bible thumpers guilting frightened dolts into keeping kids they don't want so they can grow up as crack smoking criminals hell bent on filling voids in their hearts left there by parents who weren't there or abused them or made them perform in the little miss christmas pageant.....I could go on and on.
And I don't have anger issues as someone insightfully pointed out. I just won't sit back and accept everything thing I see and just take it for what it is, that's ridiculous. Having anger issues is not expressing yourself, keeping everything pent up. If something bothers you = let it out; it's as simple as that. I guess not everyone can be the least bit perceptive. God, teenagers are annoying. I guess that means I'm old.
Wednesday
Monday
District 9
Fucking. Sucked. End of story.
I can't believe people actually like it. I'm genuinely astonished, really. I mean, I really can not wrap my mind around this and accept the fact that people really like this movie. I saw this shit about a month ago when it came out and I wanted to walk out the entire time. I don't think I've ever felt like that while watching a movie at the theater before (okay, maybe during black dahlia, another fucking stupid ass movie, but I was asleep for most of that).
It certainly didn't help that I was stoned. The movie actually made me go on a bit of a bad trip because it was so horrible and I couldn't escape. The story was just fucking terrible and no amount of special effects, fucking pig splicing guns, were going to make up for it. It just simply wasn't enough.
I'm aware that this rant comes a tad late but now I'm seeing people (dumb guys) posting about how much they loved it. Yes, I enjoy seeing pigs being blown up and guns and the like but seriously, they are preying on your stupidity.
There really are no good movies anymore. Not at the theater anyway. What do you expect when movie execs are only trying to sell a product. Oh well, I'm certainly not going to re-write the formula today.
I'm going to see 9 today. I heard the story wasn't that great either but I think in this case the visuals will make up for it.
I can't believe people actually like it. I'm genuinely astonished, really. I mean, I really can not wrap my mind around this and accept the fact that people really like this movie. I saw this shit about a month ago when it came out and I wanted to walk out the entire time. I don't think I've ever felt like that while watching a movie at the theater before (okay, maybe during black dahlia, another fucking stupid ass movie, but I was asleep for most of that).
It certainly didn't help that I was stoned. The movie actually made me go on a bit of a bad trip because it was so horrible and I couldn't escape. The story was just fucking terrible and no amount of special effects, fucking pig splicing guns, were going to make up for it. It just simply wasn't enough.
I'm aware that this rant comes a tad late but now I'm seeing people (dumb guys) posting about how much they loved it. Yes, I enjoy seeing pigs being blown up and guns and the like but seriously, they are preying on your stupidity.
There really are no good movies anymore. Not at the theater anyway. What do you expect when movie execs are only trying to sell a product. Oh well, I'm certainly not going to re-write the formula today.
I'm going to see 9 today. I heard the story wasn't that great either but I think in this case the visuals will make up for it.
Friday
Monday
get on the saddle and rattle rattle rattle
I'm addicted to sore throat spray, mother fuckers! See what your lack of attention has pushed me to do...
Sunday
white and clean with tiny microscopic multi-coloured nodules at the bottom left corner
We are really just beginning. This new millennium that we're in. We can't see it yet, but looking back on today in the future, we'll see how things started out so microscopic, like a bacterium growing into something we can not see right now. I'm guessing, if I'm the luckiest person in the world, I can at least live until 2090; then I can look back and see the trail of popcorn I left behind.
Bernhard Willhelm S/S 10
View the entire collection herrrr.
Geez, I love fashion; I think I'm gonna explode. I've been looking at too many collections and not going to sleep. And now I'm getting sick again so whoop-dee-fucking-doo this'll be fun.
er
I love you because you pour my lemonade just the way I like it. You shaked it before pouring it and you used crushed ice instead of cubed.
Saturday
Friday
Beyonce: Sweet Dreams
This song and video is really amazing, I'm really surprised and impressed. She is becoming a lot more progressive in her work.
Check out this stunning music video here.
Check out this stunning music video here.
ding dong, anyone home?
I didn't realize someone could have a monopoly on another's life. Dissapointing.
Oh well, I'm going on a boat. Can't be too down when you're out on the waves.
Oh well, I'm going on a boat. Can't be too down when you're out on the waves.
People
People are so important. Without people around to see, to interact with, and to communicate with, this would all be meaningless.
Wednesday
Sunday
pelon pelo rico
I don't mind struggling. I actually enjoy it. It makes my life interesting and forces me to really take everything into account, to appreciate the small things; it provides me a certain clear awareness that I can't quite describe. Now the only thing there is to do is bring up the other side, to add a balance to my life that results in struggling for something worthwhile, to add a texture that smoothes the rough edges a bit more, so that I'm not just struggling but struggling while living the part that comes before what the future will be, if that makes any sense. Well, it doesn't need to make sense today. I'll just sit here and enjoy the delicious tamarind candy I found, which I use to enjoy when I was a child...
Now my thoughts go to my childhood. Some of it is blurry and out of focus, but I guess that is a story left for another day.
Goodnight.
Now my thoughts go to my childhood. Some of it is blurry and out of focus, but I guess that is a story left for another day.
Goodnight.
Friday
The Universe Responds
Despite the annoyances in life (especially today), I have managed to center myself and remind myself to be aware that the universe is constantly giving me messages in everything I interact with in my world. The key is to pay attention, because there are signs everywhere. That's where true power lies.
Thursday
I'll Take You On
Har-dee-har-har.
Tuesday
Milk Tea
(thought I'd post something "real" for a change)
I know that I should go to work but I had to stay up and do laundry and I'm getting old now, so if I don't go to bed by midnight I'm seriously not gonna go to bed anytime after that and won't go to work the next day. I seriously need 8 hours or more of sleep. Part of it is probably the fact that I don't really want to go to work at all.
I feel like there is a blockade in front of me (creatively) that is keeping me from taking the next step in front of me. I need to figure out a way to overcome it. I mean, they say we are our own worst enemy. I just need to chill the fuck out and actually enjoy what I do, being creative instead of trying to wrap my head so much around the concept of being successful. It all ends up becoming too overwhelming and that's why I end up getting nothing done. Concentrating on the future too much fucks everything up. I need to go back to the beginning where I do what I do because It's fun and takes me out of time and space.
Fuck it; I'm just gonna enjoy my milk tea.
Peace.
Friday
Sunday
tunnel
travelling at the speed of light
going a million miles per hour
past everything
going through a tunnel at warp speed
ligtht passes over / under you
(all around)
100 years pass
everything is so cold
(my head is flattening again)
going down the wormhole
yellow, pink, and blue...
going a million miles per hour
past everything
going through a tunnel at warp speed
ligtht passes over / under you
(all around)
100 years pass
everything is so cold
(my head is flattening again)
going down the wormhole
yellow, pink, and blue...
AirPenguin: i <3 robots
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Saturday
Friday
Tuesday
Sunday
Fuck You, Fuck You
I don't understand why special groups seek to abolish profanity....well, actually I do, they wish to keep people (much like themselves) in social restraints, like a prison of the mind, where you can not fully express yourself. What a load of fucking bullshit. Profanity is so useful in that it provides greater emphasis on the words around them, when simple words alone can not due. But I think this goes far beyond simply words, this speaks volumes about a whole lot of other things. Although, I do not have the energy to delve further into this, perhaps you can have a think and help think our way out of this. Any suggestions are welcomed.
Personal Year 7. . . . a time for analysis and understanding
A 7 personal year promises to be a very introspective year, a period of some pause and reflection between very active years in your life. This year should provide you with some time for gaining some understanding of yourself, and you are apt to spend a good bit of time in contemplation. It will be good for you to spend time alone or in quiet activities, as free from outside responsibilities as possible. You should try to get away from business pressures. This is a good year to reflect on the past and plan for the future. This will not tend to be a year of action, but rather a year of waiting and development. One of the most profitable activities in with to engage during a personal year 7 is that of study and writing, for your ability to think clearly, analyze, and integrate your thoughts is peaked now. Your capacity for research and understanding is at its very best. It would not be unusual for you to take on an appearance of coolness and detachment during a 7 year. Certainly, it is best for you to focus your attention on your talents and your skills in an effort to use the time you have now to refine them. Perhaps you can find the time to gain more education, or simply spend free time in reflection and meditation.
Thursday
Wednesday
Monday
Mirrors
I told a good friend that I have a slight social anxiety, "I feel like people are looking at me" and she told me, "They probably really ARE looking at you".
The Big Lie
All this fucking shit and drama that goes on in people's lives, just a big fucking distraction from the real problem: that we are alive and we don't know what the fuck we're doing here.
Thursday
Wednesday
Pork Rinds
So I had one of the most horrible dreams last night.
I dreamt that (okay, trying to remember everything) I picked up some girl (let's call her Sue) because she needed a ride and I was with my boyfriend but it wasn't my boyfriend, it was one of my ex boyfriends. Well, I guess where we went there were other people there and somehow they died. They were murdered.
I don't remember too much in the middle, (I think it had something to do with kids and dinosaurs) but somewhere later in the dream, I'm chasing my boyfriend down the street. We're running really fast and I see him in front of me and then all of a sudden he just disappears into thin air. It is believed that he's been murdered. So me and my friend (this other girl, let's call her Meg) go looking to see if we can find some clues or something. It is night and it's really dark. We walk towards where we picked up the first girl in my dream and we come across this note. It says that the girl (Sue) is a very dangerous person and that you should watch out for her because she might kill you (or something along those lines). I think we might have found some dead and bloody bodies in the back hallway or the laundry room or something (It kind of looked like a medical room, like the killer could have been experimenting with the bodies or something).
So me and Meg run the fuck out of there as fast as we can and head to another house (I think it was one of my relatives). It was really small and cramped in there so we decided to go out back to the porch to get some fresh air. It was even TINYER out there, as the back porch from the house next door connected only a few feet away. So Meg and I were hanging out, when out of nowhere that bitch Sue (the killer) comes out the screen door and steps in front of me and Meg. I didn't know what to do; she was just staring at us with a blank look.
I think we might have walked back in through the screen door and walked into a ballroom. Sue pulled out an umbrella (it had no fabric covering and the metal frame was sharpened at the ends). I don't know how but I gathered all my strength and bolted the fuck out of there, without thinking twice. I left Meg behind.
I ran over to these apartments next door and hid behind some bushes. There were a lot of old people walking around and talking so I tried to make it seem as if I lived there and I was just waiting for somebody.
I peeked around a tall bush to get a glimpse of what was going on next door. I peek just a little bit and I see Sue sitting on the front stoop, as if waiting for me to make any move so that she could know where I'm at. I was freaking out but I wasn't going to let it end like this. I ran up to one of the old people and asked, "There's a back door, right"? Sure enough there was and they pointed to where I should go.
I ran past some stairs, down a low lit hallway threw open the door and was in an alley. I ran.
The next and final scene was rather strange. I was running on the freeway. I was just running forever and ever. I could see under me, to the sides of me, behind me, over me, and miles in front of me, all at the same time. It was the strangest thing and the most fascinating.
I woke up at 5 in the morning and tried to go back into the dream. I started to go back onto the freeway but stopped myself when I thought, "I don't want to remember this dream".
I think it was because I ate two tuna sandwiches right before I went to bed. That is the lesson to be learned, I think. I ate pizza before going to bed a few nights ago and had another weird dream, I think.
What a fucked up dream.
I dreamt that (okay, trying to remember everything) I picked up some girl (let's call her Sue) because she needed a ride and I was with my boyfriend but it wasn't my boyfriend, it was one of my ex boyfriends. Well, I guess where we went there were other people there and somehow they died. They were murdered.
I don't remember too much in the middle, (I think it had something to do with kids and dinosaurs) but somewhere later in the dream, I'm chasing my boyfriend down the street. We're running really fast and I see him in front of me and then all of a sudden he just disappears into thin air. It is believed that he's been murdered. So me and my friend (this other girl, let's call her Meg) go looking to see if we can find some clues or something. It is night and it's really dark. We walk towards where we picked up the first girl in my dream and we come across this note. It says that the girl (Sue) is a very dangerous person and that you should watch out for her because she might kill you (or something along those lines). I think we might have found some dead and bloody bodies in the back hallway or the laundry room or something (It kind of looked like a medical room, like the killer could have been experimenting with the bodies or something).
So me and Meg run the fuck out of there as fast as we can and head to another house (I think it was one of my relatives). It was really small and cramped in there so we decided to go out back to the porch to get some fresh air. It was even TINYER out there, as the back porch from the house next door connected only a few feet away. So Meg and I were hanging out, when out of nowhere that bitch Sue (the killer) comes out the screen door and steps in front of me and Meg. I didn't know what to do; she was just staring at us with a blank look.
I think we might have walked back in through the screen door and walked into a ballroom. Sue pulled out an umbrella (it had no fabric covering and the metal frame was sharpened at the ends). I don't know how but I gathered all my strength and bolted the fuck out of there, without thinking twice. I left Meg behind.
I ran over to these apartments next door and hid behind some bushes. There were a lot of old people walking around and talking so I tried to make it seem as if I lived there and I was just waiting for somebody.
I peeked around a tall bush to get a glimpse of what was going on next door. I peek just a little bit and I see Sue sitting on the front stoop, as if waiting for me to make any move so that she could know where I'm at. I was freaking out but I wasn't going to let it end like this. I ran up to one of the old people and asked, "There's a back door, right"? Sure enough there was and they pointed to where I should go.
I ran past some stairs, down a low lit hallway threw open the door and was in an alley. I ran.
The next and final scene was rather strange. I was running on the freeway. I was just running forever and ever. I could see under me, to the sides of me, behind me, over me, and miles in front of me, all at the same time. It was the strangest thing and the most fascinating.
I woke up at 5 in the morning and tried to go back into the dream. I started to go back onto the freeway but stopped myself when I thought, "I don't want to remember this dream".
I think it was because I ate two tuna sandwiches right before I went to bed. That is the lesson to be learned, I think. I ate pizza before going to bed a few nights ago and had another weird dream, I think.
What a fucked up dream.
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