I'm God

I woke up this morning to my pet rats running around their cage frantically.
At first I was annoyed.

I got out of bed and wandered to their cage. 

I sat there looking into my cute little ratties' eyes for a good two minutes. They were wanting to tell me something. I could tell by the way they were looking at me.
Then I realized the obvious. They were hungry.

I fed them and went downstairs. I came across my dogs begging for food so I cracked a few eggs into a skillet and made them scrambled eggs with chicken gizzards and hearts and left over mashed potatoes.

I dished the concoction out into two bowls.

The dogs gratefully lapped up the food and then begged to go outside to expel their bodily fluids/solids so I opened the back door for them.

Just then I realized something......

My pets need ME to feed them. They need ME to let them outside to excrete. 

They need ME to live their lives. 

They need ME to do anything and everything.

If I wanted to I could not feed them and kill them.

Or I could feed them and let them live.

Today I have realized that for my pets, I AM GOD!

So with this new found discovery I shall salvage the world and clothe the naked and feed the hungry!

I will raise the meek to the tops of the mountains and let my angels blow their clarion call.

We will hie all to my hall!

I Remember

I remember believing whatever I heard. 

I remember being okay with hating people for no reason.

I remember judging people based on criteria that doesn't exist.

I remember learning that judgment will never be defeated. 

That being a non-judgemental person really just means

that you judge someone based on a societal perspective

that many people agree is okay to exude.

I remember laying on a tarp one summer night.

I remember looking at the stars and deciding that they are beautiful.

Just like looking into my mother's watering eyes.

I remember feeling love for the first time.

It was perfect.

I remember drinking my first cup of coffee and feeling better than everyone else.

I remember realizing that 99% Americans drink coffee.

I remember feeling good that I was part of that 99%.

I remember my first piano lesson.

I remember hating lessons until, after a month, I received a king-sized Snickers bar.

I remember my first recital.

I remember my mother saying that she was so proud, and me believing her.

I remember writing my first poem.

It wasn't a poem at all, but a lousy string of words.

I remember everything from the age of 15 and up. Everything before that is a haze.

The End.

Dear World,

    Ah! No better way to write a suicide letter than listening to "On The Nature Of Daylight" and enjoying some chips and salsa.
    I thought this day would come sooner, but alas, 'tis not the time to be sentimental.
However, I will miss the music in the air and the sweet scents of pastures and river pine-needles. The world was once a better place for me, but every great thing must wither up and die. I lack the motivation to be poetic so I'll get down to it:

Will:
~All my money goes to Hoh (I've owed him over the years)
~Arina will get my ratties
~My Cannabis will be given to Trvor and Gleaon (To be disposed of, of course!)
~Bal shall inherit my room
~Dom shall inherit my guitars
~Please take care of Aiana, she'll need the most love and support

^^^That's probably good enough

Well I'm sad now. This is the real me. This is my only honest writing. It feels so good to be free.

So Fucking good!


What I have learned in my short pathetic life:
~All you need is love
~Lying isn't a thing
~Jesus doesn't give a shit
~Society is a sick fuck
~Music is alive



Goodbye Now.

Sleep tight, and don't let the

Priests Bite!

Sad Chairs

 The Doggy Throne.

 Teenager's Alchemy Lab.

I'll work out tomorrow... or the next day...

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Even Death Won't Stop Us Now

How To Die With No Regrets:


1. Don't wrong anyone
2. Don't kill anyone
3. Don't steal from anyone
4. Don't cheat on anyone
5. Don't give up on anyone

Notice that all of these steps
Have to do with other people.

That is the key!

Live through other people,
help them,
love them,
be there for them,

That is the ONLY way to go
to the grave with no regrets.

Blackout

This Is Me Trying To Write The Best Poem I Can

The most romantic line I've ever written:

I wish you could see the statues I've built in my mind for you!
You only see the scaffolding.

I tried to write a song so pretty, you had to be mine. Instead, you see the Treble Clef that I carved into my left wrist.

The lines, they come and go. Some are gold and some are coal. But you HAVE to know!
I want to tell you that you can change the world! Because you've changed my whole world.

Six months ago, I sat here cold and alone, just waiting for the rain to give me a fresh start. And you stole my heart.

If you won't see how incredible you are, if you only see that you're a thief, if you can only see that you stole my heart! How you got past the guards, and alligators in the moat. How you managed to avoid the security cameras and climb the barbed wire fences. That's incredible!

You refuse to see your beauty in the mirror. But that doesn't mean you can't see the joy in me Right Here!

This poem is not about me, it's about you!

You see, the most honest poetry I produce is the worst. Because when I'm honest. I sit at the computer and type lines that don't mean a thing. Mean a thing.  You make me wanna Sing!

On the nature of daylight is where I'm at!






I'm sad because the plants that grow in the cracks of the sidewalks get poisoned.
I'm sad because nobody really changes.

I'm happy because you are alive.
I'm happy because you are what's keeping me alive inside.

My heart goes out and you pump me up.

Is this a suicide note?

No.
I'm just being honest.

My thoughts are not intact. I have to act. On my actions. They're present. They take control.

I'm young!
But while a voice
Within me cries
I'm sure some one may answer my call.

And this bitter earth
May not be so bitter after all.

I just don't want my life to be like the dust that hides the glow of a rose.

Translated By Google Translator

The brother of Jared played too much Minecraft.

Ghandi smoked too much weed.

Muhammad tripped on shrooms.

“You simply have to turn your back on a culture that has gone sterile and dead and get with the program of a living world and the imagination.”
– Terence McKenna

Social Change

When was the last time you put a pillow in between your legs for comfort? Or cleaned your computer mouse? Change that today.

Also, what ever happened to Kony and his boys?

The world needs more feminism. Period.

Feminism is not just about Womens' rights. It's more about equality in general. No one takes feminists seriously and it's awful. Let's change that!
The End

DXM

Peer Pressure. No.
Parental Pressure. No.
Religious Pressure. No.
Societal Pressure. No.
Sexual Pressure. No.
Egotistical Pressure. Yes.

The streets late at night always have a sort of energy to them.
Like the ghosts of accidents past haven't completely let go.
The streetlamps politely tip their hats and the garbage cans smile at you as you pass.

I remember growing up thinking one way and breaking from my ignorance in recent days.
The world is new. It's beautiful. Not the subject of rape and pillage, but the companion of truth and wisdom.

Jesus was dead for 3 days doing who knows what. If I was dead for three days I'd be spooking the hell out of my best friends; telling them not to be afraid.

The world is not so happy these days, but it's much better. I no longer cut myself and think of death as an escape. I cut my grass and think of faith lost and understanding gained. I'm okay.
I enjoy texting less-than-threes and dealing with consequences so I can be with those whom I love.

I'm gonna cure cancer.

My Mind Is Kept

How do I feel about taking

My last breath?

There's nothing worth saving

When put to the test.

How do I know where I'm going

After my death?

The wind will be blowing

When I sink to the chest.

I see the rain coming o'er the hills

Did you win your bet?

I used to sing in the poppy fields.

Still my mind is kept.

I've lived the life of a nomad

Been to the stars

Seen the great places

Of a foolish young heart.

Learning to grow a bit closer

To those I hold dear

Has shaped my whole story

The host is now here.

I see the rain coming o'er the hills

Did you win your bet?

I used to sing in the poppy fields.

Still my mind is kept.

Now the fire has died

Victory denied

One last aim at hope

That hope now is gone

Off to somewhere beyond.

Laying in my bed

Dreams will rule my head

Night time guides my fall

I've given my all

I've broken the wall.

List Of Reasons Why People Lie

~To Protect

~To get something they want

~They have a stick up their ass

~There's a gun pointed at their back

~They have a curse that keeps them from being able to tell the truth

~They are Scared!

~Social Experimentation (pasdlfkjjsk, Eh?)

~Money

~They want to trick someone into loving them (Especially potent during highschool)

~Acceptance

~Ignorance

~Enlightenment Unfulfilled

~Pressure/In the Moment

Who's winning: Jesus Or Lucifer?

Post # 17

It was late in the night when the police... picked ...her up.

Handcuffs.
Search.
Abuse.
The whole sha-bang.

I watched from the window of my car. My breath caused condensation which I had to incessantly wipe away to observe. I had to watch. I couldn't cry. I was incapable of it.

They say we live in a free country; that we have the most freedom than any other place in the world. But what I was witnessing shattered my reality.

The nice officers came to my house the next morning.
"Have you seen Rachael?" They so innocently asked.
"No."

There was no point in telling them the truth. I no longer believed in telling the truth.

The Truth had Lied to Me.

A week later I crept past the tape and into her room. There was a note hidden under her armchair in the cushion like she had promised. It read:

It's true. All of it! Tomorrow night I plan on doing it.
I hope you'll meet me there with a car, because if you aren't there, we both get fucked. Just in case I don't make it, I want you to know that I love you.  I'll see you in heaven or hell or wherever we go. Thank you for being the best friend I've ever had. I'm going to bed now. Hopefully there will be no need for you to read this. Goodnight :)

 

When You Wish Upon A Star

I don't want to put music on my blog. I think it distracts. Sorry.
Take a listen.


When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you

If your heart is in your dream
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
As dreamers do

Fate is kind
She brings to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of
Her secret longing

Like a bolt out of the blue
Fate steps in and sees you through
When you wish upon a star
Your dream comes true

I didn't write this. Disney did. I love it and when I think of the moon, I hear this song playing in my head. These lyrics are so perfectly written to capture the concept of the wish. And hope. Please enjoy these lyrics and appreciate them.

Herbal Spiderweb

Take this pill and feel happy.

Go to the dance and jiggle around and smile and be happy.

Be a part of society! It will make you happy.

Go on a date! It makes you happy.

Get a job, it'll make you so happy.

Obey the laws, even the ludicrous ones. It will make you happy.

Chew on your pens, visit the sites, get autographs signed, buy the latest toy.


The world likes to tell us what will make us happy. Alcohol. Jesus. A good paying job.
The problem is that every person on this planet and probably other planets is different.

Jesus makes my mommy happy, but it makes my daddy sad.
Alcohol makes my daddy happy, but it makes my mommy sad.

My brother has no sex drive and plays computer games all day and he's the happiest person I've ever met. No sex drive man! You take a pie chart of "Human Concerns" and cut a 1/3 of it out. He's defeated 1/3 of his own mortality.

A few things make me happy. Herbal Spiderwebs make me the most happy. You know, an imaginative web that surrounds those who you love the most. Why it's named that, I don't know. It just sounds cool. It could be a band name.

The point being whatever you make of it.

Eat shrooms.

Space Camp

~ I think too much.

~ I act on emotion rather than logic.

~ I'm afraid to die.

~ I'm the kid who doesn't dance with the hedonists, and you know what? I'm okay with that. I stand by who I am and that's perfect for my life.

~ I don't think that YOU enjoy my art. I don't write comedy. I don't listen to "Indie" music so therefore I am not receiving the best inspiration for writing.

~ It's not about yolo. It's about being a real person. An actual person.

~ I get lonely sometimes.




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This Freaking Rotates Around Us!!!!!

Life Is Hard

Life is hard

Today I woke up with a sore throat:

Life is hard.

Yesterday I forgot to brush my teeth:

Life is hard.

On the news, there was a peanut butter recall:

Life is hard.

Across the globe, people are starving:

Life is hard.

No one seems to give a shit:

Life is hard.

My best friend got made fun of because he had an obvious erection during class:

Life is hard. (Pun intended)

I got home super late and had to write a blog post in a hurry:

Life is hard.

I could've thought about my post during the week so that it would be really good, but I didn't:

Life is hard.

I'm copying the structure of a poem I heard last year where, in place of "Life is hard", it was "Shake your meds". That was a good poem:

Life is hard.

No one will ever write better than William Shakespeare:

Life 'ist hard.

Death And Fear

Death

My absolute favorite subject

Death is the only thing anyone should worry about

Death is inevitable

Death is a part of life

Death is not the end, but only a transition

Death is love, love from mother nature

Death is scary as hell, but also comforting

There are too many metaphors for death

I give up

Death is all important

You expect us to always write a brilliant blog post that progresses writing and stuns the audience and makes everyone amused. You expect me to always spend hours without end on my writing. You expect me to be a good writer and to not write cliche passages. 

Well death is the only important thing in life

I'm not scared of getting a bad grade in class

I'm not scared of not being "worldly successful"

I'm scared that when I'm walking home today I'll get hit by a car and die

I'm scared that when I sleep I won't wake up

I'm scared that my food is poisoned

I'm scared of death, and that's it.

Fear

The only thing I fear is the unknown 

Of course, this includes the concepts of 

Death, New things, Society, and dangerous people.

I don't feel that it's necessary to 

Fear things of the obvious nature

Heights, Spiders

We know how dangerous these things are

I need only fear not knowing the truth

We should spend all our time and thought

Pondering how to fight the test of truth

We have to face all fears until they are non-existent.

"Love is what we were born with. Fear is what we learned here." ~Marianna Williamson

Zombies are more afraid of you then you are of them

Not true.

Green Ghosts

Green Ghosts:

The spirits of plants that have died and withered away

Red Ghosts:

The spirits of animals that have died and withered away

 

I've often wondered what happens when we die

All I seem to come up with are models I can't justify

Being with you makes me happy

That's all that I can say for sure

If being with you is a felony

Then I'm not so insecure

Last night I had a vision

A green ghost appeared

It told me that if I wanted to be happy

All I had to do was die

In my mind I have a condition

One that keeps me out of trouble

It keeps me in a position

Of being completely out of control

Last night I had a vision

A red ghost appeared 

It told me that if I wanted to be happy

All I had to do was live

I decided I had a choice to make

One I did not like

I had to let myself awake

And join the Third Reich

The Brick Flag

Rats, Monkeys, and Humans Are The Same Thing

A rat in a cage

Searching for crumbs

Not going to share

The loot with anyone.

A monkey in a tree

Eating bananas

Hollering at the male

Challenging his dominance.

A human being

Carrying a gun

Killing for loot

Not hesitating to shoot.

A rat in a cage

Grooming her mate

Letting him run

On the wheel until late.

A monkey in a tree

Stretching his arms

Down to his son

To help him swing and be free. 

A human being

Carrying a child

Cooing her crying

And singing so mild.

Love : Dedicated To All Those Who Take These Blogs Seriously

Love

Perhaps the most ill defined word in the English language.

In other languages there are different words for the many different meanings/contexts of the word love. In English, we do not have this convenience.

What does love mean to you?

Yes To Cannabis

“Life lived in the absence of the psychedelic experience that primordial shamanism is based on is life trivialized, life denied, life enslaved to the ego.” 
― Terence McKenna

Crayons

I Thought About Crayons And I Saw You On The Back Of My Eyelids

Green : The Color You Look Best In
Blue : The Color Of The Sky When I'm With You
Red : The Color Of My Love For You
Coral : Your Favorite Color
Yellow : The Color Of My Favorite Of Your Dresses
Black : The Color Of The Mirrors In Your Pupils
White : The Color Of Your Innocence
Purple : The Color Of Your Sweetness
Brown : The Color Of Your Comfort
Turqouise : The Color Of A Dress That You
Don't Own, But You Would Look Great In
Gold : The Color Of Your Purse
Pink : The Color Of Your Physical Loves
Red : The Color Of Your Love For Me
Red : The Color On The Back Of My
Eyelids When I Think Of How Inadequate I Am For You
Red : The Color Of A Crayon
Red : You

I'm Here

I'm here with you my friends
When I'm near you the fun never ends
Please don't go, you make my reality go away
Old ones, new ones, disposable lives
Why don't you ever give me the time?

It's me! I'm the one who's wrong (In my)
These thoughts surpass the line you've drawn (In my)
Tell me! Why can't we get along? (In my)
And be the best of friends (In my)

Well I'm here, you got me out
Can I still change what will come about?
Let's talk just for a little while
No need to toss it on the pile
Prove that you deserve my play

As far as I can see (In my)
You are stuck right here with me (In my)
So why can't we just get along? (In my)
And be the best of friends (In my)

Sometimes I just want to die
Just to see what it's like
To forget for good
To understand what life really was
I am missing out

It's me! I'm the one who's wrong (In my)
These thoughts surpass the line you've drawn (In my)
As far as I can see (In my)
You are stuck right here with me (In my)
So why don't we just get along (In my)
And be the best of friends (In my)
Come play with me again (In my)
Walk to my house, step on my steps (In my)
So I can lock you in (In my)
Till you agree with what I see (In my)
Till you agree with what I see (In my)
Till you agree with what I see
In my.

First

 AUGUST 26, 2013

It’s 2013 and we’re all still alive…

What do we do now?

What we need to do is follow our dreams.

Don’t be everyone.

Defy your ego!

There’s not enough time to do everything this world has to offer. You can’t experience EVERY pleasure. You can’t try EVERY drug. Well maybe you can. I don’t know. The point is, you have a limited world. 

That’s what everyone tells you.

Experience every pleasure! Try every drug! Experience the ENTIRE world! 

Because one day you’ll die and you won’t have another chance to be a person. Don’t live life superficially though; don’t get drunk and make bad decisions and be a “Yolo-er”. Be real. 

In the words of Trever Gleason, “Just fucking be a person.”