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Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Evil?!

Main Entry:
evil 
Part of Speech:adjective
Definition:sinful, immoral
Synonyms:angryatrociousbadbaneful, basebeastly,calamitouscorruptdamnable, depraved,destructivedisastrousexecrableflagitious,foulharmfulhatefulheinoushideous,iniquitousinjurious, loathsomelowmaleficent,malevolentmaliciousmalignantnefariousnogood, obsceneoffensiveperniciouspoison,rancorous, reprobaterepugnantrepulsive,revoltingspitefulstinking, uglyunpleasant,unpropitious, viciousvilevillainous, wicked,wrathful, wrong
Antonyms:auspiciousdecentgoodhonestmoralsinless,uprightvirtuous

Judging by the amount of synonyms for the word...can we agree that we are more so one or the other.Man in and of himself is a delightfully EVIL creature. Should we embrace it and use it to advance ourselves ruthlessly? Sadly...to DO SOMETHING THAT SIMPLE we would still fuck it up and be unable to work together.  The same can be said when banning together for a "GOOD CAUSE".can you in turn justify doing a little bad for a good cause, or doing a lot of good for sinister reasons?




Love and happiness

Take a moment and read these lyrics

Love and happinessSomething that can, make you do wrongMake you do right, love
Love and happinessWait a minute something's going wrongSomeone's on the phoneThree o'clock in the morning
Talkin' about, how she can make it rightWell, happiness is whenYou really feel good, about somebodyNothing wrong with being in love with someone
Oh baby, love and happiness(Love and happiness)Love and happiness(Love and happiness)
Love and happiness(Love and happiness)Love and happiness
You be good to meI'll be good to youWe'll be togetherWe'll see each otherWalk away with victory
Oh baby, love and happiness(Love and happiness)Love and happiness(Love and happiness)
Make you do right, love'll make you do wrongMake you come home earlyMake you stay out all night longThe power of love
Wait a minute, let me tell you, about the powerThe power of love, power, powerMake you do right, love'll make you do wrong
Love and happinessLove and happinessLove and happinessLove and happiness
Make you want to dance, love and happinessLove is, wait a minuteLove is, walkin' together, talkin' togetherSay it again, say it together [Incomprehensible]Copied from MetroLyrics.com 

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Thought Provoking



The Conversation
(Question) Since the only evidence that we have of our own existence is sensory, and it is impossible to trust our senses, does it matter if our existence is real or only perceived?
(Answer) It doesn’t matter because first you need to define “real”. If your mind perceives something it appears to be real to you. If it is not perceived then perhaps it doesn’t exist after all. How do we ever know if what we see is just perceived in our minds or “real”? Our whole existence could be a thought.

(Question) For example, you live on a beautiful tropical island somewhere. You have no worries in the world whatsoever and life is wonderful. Would it matter if you found out that you, your real body, was locked up in some closet strapped to a virtual reality machine giving you a false perception of that life? (Matrix style)
(Answer) You could never find out unless you ended your perceived life because if you were to discover that you were in the virtual reality machine, it would be assumed that you really do exist in an alternate reality. Once that is discovered, than the life that you are living in the machine would end in theory. The whole idea behind the virtual reality machine is to enter an alternate reality with no memory of who you really are.

(Question) What really counts? The real truth of things, or the perception of reality that you have? Would you protest for actual reality if you were strapped in somewhere or go on living a blissful lie?
(Answer) If you are strapped in somewhere, that is your reality. I believe you would want to continue to live out the perceived reality because you can make it what ever you want it to be.

(Question) Would you want the Ultimate Truth or the Ultimate Happiness?
(Answer) I think I would like the Ultimate Truth. I keep searching for answers because I do not believe that our reality is real. I think we all live perceived realities. Now the question is, “Did I just enter your reality, or are you in mine”?


I didnt write this, but i thought it was worth sharing.  For more from this man follow http://allenwilliams.hubpages.com/hub/Philosophical-Conversation.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Scars of your disease




How can you hurt me, me of all goddamn people. i gave myself completely to you, and asked for nothing in return.  fuck saving face, i abanded everything i worked so hard to build, tore it down brick by fucking brick, and all you have to say to me is sorry.  SORRY. let me help define that for you sweety.


sor·ry
adjective, -ri·er, -ri·est.
1.
feeling regret, compunction, sympathy, pity, etc.: to be sorryto leave one's friends; to be sorry for a remark; to be sorry forsomeone in trouble.
2.
regrettable or deplorable; unfortunate; tragic: a sorrysituation; to come to a sorry end.
3.
sorrowful, grieved, or sad: Was she sorry when her brotherdied?
4.
associated with sorrow; suggestive of grief or suffering;melancholydismal.
5.
wretched, poor, useless, or pitiful: a sorry horse.

well im sorry, ill give you definition number fuckin five. useless, pitiful, garbage, GAHBAGE, throw some jersey at you.  even though im mad at you im even more so pissed at myself. going against everythin i believed, trading the words of beloved friends and trading it for a kiss from a cheap trick. you became my life and i gave mine up.  nuturing you and yours, silently becoming your pawn. I TOLD MY GUT TO SHUT THE FUCK UP EVERY GODDAMN NIGHT, AFTER EVERY KISS, AND EVEN WHILE FUCKING YOU. you know its bad when i have to force my cock to go along with the very deed.  after awhile he got STOCKHOLM SYNDROME.YOU KNOW, THE SHIT THAT HAPPENS WHEN THE VICTEMS OF KIDNAP BEGIN TO LOVE THEIR FUCKIN CAPTORS.  

You gave me hopes of new beginning, feeding me bullshit.  a life with you seeming so alluring.  everything that glitter aint gold, and gold, and the sun dont shine forever, love dont love forever and everything thats new gets old. call me crazy, ive been called worse by better people than you on my knees begging you not to leave, faulting myself. this hard head head definatly made a soft ass. questioning myself mad, you left me alone in the dark to find myself. the silence almost killed me.  every car door that slammed, i anticipated your arrival. like a lost child, better yet a dog whose owner is gone.  a walked from room to room, grieving, the life we built together suddenly gone.  everything that we were came into question. were you ever really WITH ME. or was i a way out for you.  im sorry if my grass wasnt greener, even though you fed me enough bull shit.  im sorry i couldnt always be an angel, if you stick around long enough youll see THE DEVIL .i showed you every face, i gave you a look into the beasts heart.

as ugly as i am on the inside, i can come to terms with that, and i have.  im assuming you couldnt deal with that, and it pushed you away. YOU LET ME IN, AND I ACCEPTED YOU WITH OPEN ARMS. EVERY DEMON, EVERY FAULT, PAST, PRESENT, AND THE FUCKING FUTURE.  

in all honesty, my hatered wants to tell you youre nothing. youre a used abused little skank, no self worth, no sense of reality, naive, lost, confused little girl.  lied TO, tricked, mistreated, little orphan annie without DADDY FUCKIN WARBUCKS, just the hard knock life.  chip on your fucking shoulder, eager to prove the world wrong.  why so eager? you cant erase the past, it makes us who we are. our trials and tribulations mold us, if you can positively keep the outlook. behind those hazel eyes and the carefree attitude, the love i have for you wants to hold the SCARED LITTLE GIRL. reassure her that everything will be alright.  give her the world and everything it has to offer.  sacrifice myself to build you up so YOU can conquer your demons and essentially conquer the world.  


The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference, hate in and of itself is an emotion, so to hate means you still care.  

AT THE END OF THE DAY, OUR ORDEAL HELPED ME GROW, IT STRIPPED AWAY MY EXTIOR AND TURNED MY INSIDES OUT. THE BLEEDING ON MY SHOULDER FOR ALL THE WORLD TO SEE.  THANK YOU.  AFTER ALL THE ShIT IVE DONE TO PEOPLE, FEELING LIKE A MONSTER, YOU SHOWED ME I CAN STILL CARE AND I THANK YOU.  THE BELLE TO MY BEAST. im such a fuckin optimistic fuck.  but i proved you all wrong, i lived to tell the story of the cunt that did me dirty.  fuck yourself, your the only worthy of your disease.  It feels so damn good to get this out and out of me...im happy i took this shit.   




Funny Papers

Yes...some of us still buy newspapers...even if it is just for the comic strip.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

HER SWORD, HIS BATTLE: FINALE

IN THOSE WORDS HE COMPREHENDED THE EXTENT OF HIS PLIGHT ON EVERY POSSIBLE LEVEL.  IT UNMERCIFULLY STRIPPED HIM OF HIS VERY SOUL AND HIS HUMANITY.  the light inside him, good and bad, was now off.  forced to wonder in eternal darkness.  how could he ever live with himself.  no longer in denial of annihilating a creature so pure and immacualte, he flew into a rage and ran, just as he had always done. craving to be united again for ever.  trying to leave himself behind, with her, in the attempt to flee he saw an elderly man dressed in black and before he had the chance to hide, the old man called out to him and made his way towards him. the sight of seeing an individual that lost caused him to speak. "if your running away from someone, i garauntee they wont hurt you here". "this is a place where loved ones meet again, children play forever, and no nightmares exist.  complete and total bliss" the old man placed his hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes. emptiness, pain, but not hopelessness.  he knew the young mans  plight and explained to him that whatever drove him to this place was the verything that would save him and running will never solve his problems.  he conintued to embrace him.  "my wife and i were married 60 years until the day she passed and she remained completely devoted to me, for whatever reason dispite my ways. i lost everything we built and she remained loyal. i ran our children away with my drinking and steady stream of violence and abuse, and yet she remained loyal. she was forced to turn to our friends, family and neighbors when i would come home with every dime i made gone. while i danced and drank she was dying right before my eyes, and it wasnt until i came home and saw her lying helplessly on the floor that i realized how much she really meant to me.  i rushed her to the hospital and when she was able to speak the first thing she said was "im sorry".  i had no idea why she said it at the time and i couldnt completely wrap my head around it at the time.  a week later she was gone forever.  i held myself together making her burial arrangements, attending her wake and her funeral, but when i got home and felt her presence missing from my life, i wished i could have given her more than what she got. to this day, i cant bring myself to sleep in our bed at night, her photos haunting me as a constant reminder, just like the smile in each and everyone one of her pictures dwindled in the passing years, i felt myself fading. i decided to drink my pain away and spent the night wallowing in my own guilt and filth, she stole my heart without me ever knowing.  i left the bar drunk and when i started my car, our wedding song was being played and i remembered that day and how beautiful she looked.  she couldve chosen anyone but she chose a poor boy with nothing to offer her but dreams and empty, broken promises. it was then that i knew she was will be with me forever and forgave me." "ever since that day, i remember who she was and where she TOOK ME. she left her impression whether i knew it or not, and now that i do, i do all that i can to SHOW her, that although in life i wasnt the best person, that as she watches me, she can see how sorry i am, and hat maybe she will save me a seat next to her...or visit me in hell" there as a brief silence, and the old man, kissed him on the forhead and left him with these words, "hind sight is always 20/20, just be sure the look behind you and not let history repeat itself. she wanted you to be the man she knew you HAD THE POTENTIAL to become, nows your time to show her and seek forgiveness. she will give you a sign that she is with you, waiting on the other side." he wiped his tears and took a deep breath, taking in what was said to him, imagining if thats the life he wanted honestly would have wanted for her. it wasnt and he knew that she was forever bonded to him. just as he appeared, the old man was gone. he vanished before he could thank him, for opening his eyes but he was nowhere to be found.  making his way to the grave of the old mans wife, to see the woman that had endured it all, he couldnt believe his eyes...he saw that the wife was not alone in her grave...the old man had alson been dead.  their names shared on the head stone. a breeze blew by him and he felt a strange yet familiar feeling. as he walked away he was stopped by this force. his entire body was swallowed and he felt at ease and at peace.  he knew it was her.  she had given the ultimate sacrifice one could give to save him in the, herself. he looked down after the feeling had passed and saw engraved a nearby tree the words "LOVE WILL CONQUER ALL". WHEN THE WAR IS OVER, NO MATTER THE DETAILS OF ITS BEGINNING AND EVENTUAL END, ALL SURVIVORS WILL INEVITABLE BURY THEIR DEAD. EVERYTHING WE DO TODAY, REGARDLESS OF THE REASON, THE ACTIONS WILL ECHO THROUGHOUT, YOU WILL HEAR YOUR OWN VOICE AND LISTEN TO IT. HOW IT SOUNDS TO YOU AND MAKES YOU FEEL, IS HOW IT SOUNDS TO THE REST OF THE WORLD.

Her sword, his battle: 2

she rode into combat, with nothing more than her blade and sheer will, her cause was simple.  what makes the fight so sad yet beatiful is that through her slow deterioration, as she looked back and called unto him for help, she stepped back to carry his load. now overburded and unable to fight, he began to cause her to sink and the very foundation on which she stood on vanished and she fell.  the loss left her ravaged, unable to fight anymore she had been reduced to his level of dispear and having been completely drained  of her will to live, she became a casualty of his war.
the dirt was being shoveled nto her coffin, and as the dirt filled this hole and promised her everlasting peace, the sound echoed in his heart and soul.  he knew he was the reason ceased to exist. the reason she gave up on herself and he could never, for as long as he lived, forgive himself. the brutal realization brough him to tears, he wept silently, trembling, the sounds of his sorrow belowed throughout this place.

the priest read aloud calmy, "the good book asks why the human race was created as a single human being, as opposed to creating many people at once (like the animals which were created en mass? This teaches us that just as Adam was created in the beginning, and he was the entire human population of the world, likewise we need to look at each individual as if he/she were the entire population of the world. Therefore, when you save one life it is as if you saved the entire world."
his voice suddenly became deep and powerful."FOR THIS REASON WAS MAN CREATED ALONE, TO TEACH THEE THAT WHOSOEVER DESTROYS A SINGLE SOUL... SCRIPTURE IMPUTES [GUILT] TO HIM AS THOUGH HE HAD DESTROYED A COMPLETE WORLD; AND WHOSOEVER PRESERVES A SINGLE SOUL..., SCRIPTURE ASCRIBES [MERIT] TO HIM AS THOUGH HE HAD PRESERVED A COMPLETE WORLD." .....TO BE CONTINUED