Light
Light = Energy = Matter = Atoms = Molecules = Cells = Organs = Humans
therefore, Light = Humans = Energy
... or any way you like it,
rough or gentle?
a little of both?
The Invisible Hand Exists Collectively
A catalogue of words, mostly mine, some not.
Light = Energy = Matter = Atoms = Molecules = Cells = Organs = Humans
therefore, Light = Humans = Energy
... or any way you like it,
rough or gentle?
a little of both?
Be open to talk about things comfortable and uncomfortable
Laugh much about the absurdities of life
Wonder much about the mysteries of life
Explore your sexuality to the fullest
Don't be afraid to 'not agree' with the other
Explore and fulfil your individual passions
Be aware that the 'honeymoon' period may end
Be aware that a 'profoundly deep and everlasting connection' may begin
By GLENN RUFFENACH Are your adult children bringing their money problems to you? Some "tough love" might be in order. |
And to think that what I fear the most would be to find out that I'm not as crazy as I'd hoped...
"First and foremost my humble thanks goes out to the fabric of
spacetime for allowing me to exist and study this universe we all
are intrinsically a part of."
I tend to thank stuff like this because it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside and somewhat ‘enlightened’. But I really should be thanking the universe for being such an asshole. Thanks universe.
"Only a handful of people define their talents prior to acquiring their driver's licenses; few still find themselves in an environment supportive of their aspirations; and even fewer enjoy liberal access to the tools and training necessary for the cultivation of their possible genius. Yet we often compare ourselves with this fortunate few when judging our own abilities.
An honest dialogue with the self is a beautiful thing. When there is pain it will seek to heal. One must embrace the pain or else it will remain terrifying.
“Dialogue with others is often empty and mind numbing, it’s sometimes intellectually stimulating (usually when I’m drunk) and rarely emotionally charged. I do admit that it’s hard for me to express my true emotions as I will either seem uneasy and nervous or falsely detached and cold. This is an indication that I have yet to face myself entirely.”
It takes great effort before it becomes effortless.
The trick is to do everything with great intent and focus.
THE BRAIN IS THE KEY TO ITSELF
One of the hardest actions of a strong person can be to let go. Weak people hold on to what is no longer necessary.
I’m in the city of lore
where the ‘Great Beast’ once roamed.
There stood a blazing time
where no water could be found but only overflowing foundations fountains of men’s blood.
Now a city of wankers,
too blended to be any good,
too busy to progress.
It’s cool and everyone looks for the truth in your eyes.
Shape-shifting spies in the land of conspiracy and deceit.
They can stand everything but themselves
for inside is a bomb waiting to explode into love, hate, and endless confusion.
Magnificently crafted stone in the honour of justice.
On a godly plane with intricate detail and grandeur delight.
Now I must obey the law and depart due to the facts presented to me.
I obey because I should of known what I was getting into.
Bye, bye, birdie.
The backdoor men live underground
lives not tied to any wives and fucking the hives.
Up above
Aliens hover
Making home movies
For the folks back home
Brief: See if you can write about food in a way that makes the reader want to eat. It's important as writers to be able to invoke passion for the subject.
A partner who strives till Death, who lives with a passion and calmness of pushing themselves to the limit. Someone who recognizes that the Map is not the Territory. Someone who won’t let Death take them easily.
After days of eating lunches in solitude at the newly discovered Fresh Choice in Capitola and (partly) working on my thesis, I took an opportunity to hang out with a couple of my dearest friends (while still working on my thesis). In this time I was able to see more fully my condition. “Plots, plots, plots, plots, what the fuck does it all mean? Nothing, really. What? The fuck I care! Shut up please (with a smile). Damn, I'm not violent, but I have the urge to smash your head against a window and watch the glass shatter. I don't want to hurt you, but I can still imagine it can't I?
Everyone has their own agenda even when it comes from the heart. STOP LISTENING TO EVERYONE AND LOOK INSIDE. To the source, the light, the force that moves the Universe.
[although revisiting this 10 years so or after I have written this I would add that you should also constantly question yourself as well or else you'll end up delusional and think you're Jesus or that you're in contact with multidimensional aliens]
Innocence never was
Innocence can always be
Manipulating desire
Unending love
Tied to the poles
Untainted peach stained by the most sorid piece
A soul is born of malicious peace hugging tree wrath
An angle born with devil’s eyes
A devil born with angel’s eyes
Look into this dark black heart and see your white, shining, ecstatic youth
modern architecture is so boring
straight lines with its stale simplicity
gimme some of that old school stlye
with its lucious curves, rich colors, and intricate detail
>>>>HI<<<<
The tide pulled me under and I was forced to live with some underwater moss gnomes. Now they have finally let me go. I came out realizing that my webpage needs to be updated badly. But for now all I have done is a picture page with some pictures from England. enjoy.
What a hokey story this is, check it out...so this guy was engaged this chick right, but then he found out that she's been whoring around and got pregnant, so he decides to call off the engagement. but then that night he has a dream with some wierd voice calling itself "the lord" telling him that its this guy lord's baby and he needs to call this baby Jesus...so for some reason he changes his mind and marries the chick anyways and adopts the son even though its some other guy's who doesn't even pay child support.
You are staring at a computer screen reading this.
What do you expect to see? Something perhaps. Excitement? Fun? Adventure? Something really gross? Something really pretty? Something pretty ugly?
The first thing you must do is, make a choice.
(parenthesis indicate comments added afterwards not included in the original dialogue)
D:
The Origin of "God"
"In the beginning there was nothing, then the nothing became aware that it was nothing and became SOMETHING." Hmm..You are nothing, but with awareness arises something. Sounds kind of neat, aye? Whoa nelly.
Today I felt how an orgasm is like a supernova. Inside reactions are taking place. Things are heating up and pressure builds on the inside. When a balance of forces can no longer be sustained, the core contracts and then releases energy in a big burst.
After the initial burst there is then an afterglow. The core is no longer fusing energy.
Unlike a dead star the human regenerates and rebuilds so that one is able to burst and die again. It's reliving a cosmic wonder on a human scale.
Ok, so I've been officially done with my thesis for almost a week now. I really have nothing to say about it. Good riddens?
In a little place past Piccadilly lies a Red Lion with golden jewelled walls created with elegant reflections, outpouring with streams of Amber.
There still lies the skeleton of once was.
Only gloss puts on a new skin to revitalise the landscape.
Oxford Circus detour:
A degenerate new beginning with no sense of soil breeds high fashion and discontented protestors.
…Ah, to be decedent and uncontrolled. The forces overcome my Will to hold my cravings back. What is this craving but a craving for regress and stagnation? This is the worst kind of personal sin. A personal sin so permeated world-wide with sinners laughing the the face of those that cannot even feed their family. Progress is not defined in terms of technicalities, true progress must be gauged by the greater whole, how it benefits all, not solely by the stick of business and economy. So my quest for healing myself turns into healing the world.
I'm an atheist
I don't believe in god
I have compassion for others
I am empathic
I feel love
I feel passion
I feel wonder
I feel emotion
I question because I am curious to learn about the universe I live in
I question because I am curious to learn about myself
I am fallible
I make mistakes
I want to grow from my experiences
I don't shy away from uncomfortable truths
I feel pain and despair
I've felt broken
I've opened myself to trust in myself
If approached with a closed-mind, all is worthless.
Don't get caught up in illustrated illusions.
See for what is, not for what self wants to be.
And finally prepare to step inside, so...
Clear the mind of itself.
The mirror has not yet been shattered. Foggy now that my own breath has been cast upon it. Tainted as it has always been. I live with it and gladly abide. Next level.