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the following is a post from an undisclosed source:

Darling I'm missing you.
You are most likely fast asleep.
I am turning in now,
but all I can think of is You.
When will it stop?
I hope that it never does!

- Anon

YouTube generation

....Interesting that we can use television as our nannies, molding the minds of the future generations.
Do we not see the desensitization of their values?
I watch a pre-adolescent youth "Smack that ass" and thrust his hips. Amused at first then appalled.
Where the hell is that nurturing sense we were exposed to in our generation?
The desire to equip the youth with the knowledge to survive and better themselves.
If we can expose these youths so intensely that they proliferate this type of behavior why not adapt it for the benefit of the human race?
Are the claims of Hulu that far fetched? Is there someone turning our brains to mush for their benefit?

I can not imagine how the skills of that young playa will be described on his resume

May I either die young before their generation runs the world, or may I hide myself away avoiding the influence that their mindless brainwashed existence fosters.

post 4-27

Whoosh … a car whizzes past.

Bark … does he wish my calf for a snack?

The humming of the chain as it zips through the derailleur,

A symphony to my ears.

Is this prose a Haiku?

Makes no difference to me, to you?

prose of woes

She spies upon me….

Through the wall somehow, the wall I built to shut her out.

Perhaps through the cracks in the mortar…her persistent nature searching endlessly for the fault in my design.

The piercing glare finds my soul and inflicts its wounds like a hot poker, searing and burning at my flesh.

Branded and scarred is my heart …will it love again?

I feel it twitter and flutter as if back to life.

The joyful rush as blood does run once again through my veins.

The air is sweet and fresh again, I feel the sun on my face and it does warm me.

Ah but a moments respite, for a passing shadow reminds me to be wary.

The fortress wall was built in haste and is flawed and weak.

The enemy knows this and has fine honed tools to dismantle the defense.

It is a long and woeful trail, my life.

For it is hard to enjoy the beauty of the path while you look over one’s shoulder.

But I do see a gentle curve ahead and perhaps a meadow where the path does grow wide.

In this place there will be no need for the wall, there will be not scrub for fear to lie in wait.

Once again the air will be rich with the aroma of Joyous life.

My armor cast aside I can breath deep and let the sun warm my soul unafraid.

Desire...it doth burn to be fulfilled

...Oh how I yearn to don the homage to my saving Grace!

The ink, the blood, the pain, the touch of another...releasing what doth itch to be born and take its rightful place upon me. I long in secret that this will quench the fires that torment me. That somehow this ritual will appease the beast that gnaws at my soul. The sacrificial tribute...giving my woes a vehicle to leave me at peace.

Perhaps once it is done it shall shield me and grant me some respite, protecting me from those back-stabbing attacks of my former life. Granting me the serenity that to which it pays homage does so well.

For like the Yakuza, the Knights Templar, it shall be a badge of honor and tribute to what I bow to. It has saved my sanity and perhaps with a higher power done so. It is entwined in my being and so such should be displayed.


...without it I may not have been here today.

Please insert a whitty Title here

Tic-toc tic-toc tic-toc

Time endlessly marches on, it is oblivious to our whims and impractical pleas...

We make feeble attempts to control or manipulate it... DST, leap year. We set clocks ahead to try and convince ourselves we are able to manage time better. We adjust the frivolous , ambiguous name we use to describe "Now" so we can record a moment in our history or frame a reference of elapsed life. 10 AM EDT ? isn't that kinda like counting ounces of water while standing at the edge of Niagara Falls? We are powerless to control it and perhaps that somehow scares us in ways we are not advanced enough to contemplate. Perhaps being able to quantify bits of it lessens it power over us.



If we leave the light on and the closet door ajar, do we fear the monster under the bed less?

I have wasted too much of my time worrying about time; time spent, time to come, how long until, how long since.


Enjoy life and relish in the moments that take your breath away, for after all Life is what happens while were are planning other things.

A few quick tidbits...

Ok I know I haven't been posting, I have other things that keep me busy too ya know.

First and foremost I am probably the worst typist over the age of 4. Does it really matter??? Spell check catches most of it, but if I type "teh" instead of "the" you all know what I meant right? I think it was Cambridge that did a study where as long as the first and last letters were in the right place , most of our minds compensated for the other errors and the words mad sense. (ok- teh & the are not an example of this phenomena but whatever.) oh and I think you can google the Cambridge study...I would but I am busy remember?

psst http://scienceavenger.blogspot.com/2007/12/cambridge-word-scramble-study-its-fake.html

I have a friend actually I have more than one but this one in particular. I envy her, she is a goddess. If I have any Reiki (http://www.thereiki.com/) which my brother seems to posses in great abundance I send healing powers and positive energy to her. "I got your back" .... get well soon!!!!!!!!

To an different goddess of intellect - Dig in that garden and grow what you want where...I will stop deprecating myself when you stop wallowing in the negative past.

okay now I am inspired to blog again....

Case of the Mondays?

Office Space is a great source for silly quotes...

One line from that lovely flick is "Looks like someone has a case of the Mondays" - well I do for sure. I think there is nothing worse than a shitty Monday to ruin a great weekend and today is a prime example...

I am left wandering in my mind to that whimsical sing-song place where my friends ( okay people that I think are my friends even if they won't admit it publicly) and I have having a wonderful life. The garden is dug and the rabbits aren't eating all the lettuce, ruptured disks are the things that the heroine in the Sci-Fi flick is inflicting on the bastard creature from the Planet Monday-FN-Monday (long silence as I ponder if Bono every thought of that as a Title as Bloody Sunday echoes in the empty halls of my depressed psyche)


Today I feel like I am amongst those wailing souls in the lake that I recall from one of my favorite films - What Dreams May Come - oh the angst in their faces lost adrift from where they should be, that is the mood in my mind's eye.

My normal propensity for jocularity has been oppressed and cast forth from my soul. The creative spark and Joie d'vie are hidden by the overcast gloomy skies of my mood. Oh how I long for return of the sun to my days and whence it does shall it warm the soil and revive the root which does bear the fruit of my creativity...

Refridgerator Art vs. Traffic Control Devices

...Okay maybe it's the rain. maybe it's the fact that it is Friday and I am sure after I look at my pay stub (yes I do have a real job someplace, and yes they were smart enough to keep me from interfacing with the public)I will have that I just got raped feeling. I am a little grouchy and intolerant of stupidity...

So is there a large percentage of the populous that feels those pretty little lines they paint on the road are just decorations? I mean do these people liken them to the art parents hang on the fridge door? Is it some kind of artistic impression that only the artist, normally a very young child, can interpret correctly leaving the rest of us to just politely nod and so "Oh...that is so nice!"

I may have my concerns on government control going to far, but honestly there are times that it is for the safety of the masses that protocols are put into place! I mean we don't have to be lemmings, but obeying traffic regulations is more than a courtesy. Stay in a lane !!! Any lane just not some free-form modern dance routine where you ebb and flow form side to side.


Thanks, I love life, I do enjoy my car, and even if do not want to go to work I would prefer that to the hospital.

Random Thoughts of a Broken Mind - nevetS

...Do I dare challenge the secret society that stifles creativity under the veil of normalcy and mainstream thinking...

*** side note I am amazed how difficulty it is to talk into a digital recorder I find it mentally incapacitating ***

These random thoughts that rifle through my brain in creative moments that when I try to record them on paper with pen, or record them electronically I do lose all train of though.

...the audacity of someone whom can barely comprehend the complexity of my mind, the hidden intellect that I veil with jack-assedness, humor, and sarcasm. For who should I be to enrich their puny minds, and who are they to define how I should treat the temple that is my body that houses such random witticisms. I will pay homage to myself in the manner I see fit whether it be piercings, hairstyles, or elaborations of art in the form of tattoos that have meaning to me and may frighten or challenge society for it weakens this grip they have on the populous, the control that gives them peace while they sleep ... for they are afraid of what damage we can do by releasing the most powerful of forces ... an open mind that is not confined by some outdated set of social cues and recommendations of what is proper and appropriate.

... Ever have something you need to do, that obviously you aren't, and have someone give you this totally inane advice about how to get it done? What the heck is up with that? Like "Hello" I realize what I should be doing I am not that much of an idiot, it is that it just isn't that easy. i.e. There was a gentleman named Mr. Bass, his parents did not have the foresight to name him appropriately and they chose the very ancient Aramaic name Dum (Pronunciation: \`dəm\) I will wait for you to write that down Mr first-name last-name. Here is his story:
Mr. Dum Bass was going through a divorce after a long marriage, he was trying to move on but certain circumstances tied him to his estranged partner. People kept telling him just forget her and move on...yeah like it would be that easy. Years of shared experiences and relational conditioning wiped away with a Sham-wow rag or Mr. Clean Magic eraser. Do they think he didn't just try to? Were they expecting a reply akin to "Wow - I never thought of that."

Let me turn your life on end and rip your heart and emotions out through your anus and then smile at you saying "Just forget it and move on".


Well enough for today... to many interruptions, I am losing my creative flow.

Adieu

Ponti Mython Speaks at last. Huzzah

Ponti Mython is an ironic twist on the term pontificate (pontificate: v to speak or express opinions in a pompous or dogmatic way)

This is a humorous spin on that in a effort to mimic Monty Python. Yes you guessed it - I am a twit and this blog will be filled with intellectually stimulating and bizzare thoughts woven amongst a myriad of sacarsim. jack-assedness as Erin puts it.

... the journey has begun.