dirty word of the season. (and the week) "tree boner"

Time for another word of the week.
This week's word(s),
"Tree boner"

So what is a tree boner? That's when you are attempting to decorate your Christmas trees and when you go to place the star on top and there is a large section of tree randomly sticking out on top.  Now to fix a situation like this you would normally trim the top of the tree.  But in reality this is not pruning but rather the neutering of your tree,  the trunk being the dock and the pine cone the balls.

dirty word of the week: turkish delight

well i believe its time for a new annual post. the dirty word of the week post. here i will pick a random word or collection of words and type them into the urban dictionary. then i will post the definition and my summary of each.
this weeks word: "turkish delight"
thought of after i remembered the chronicles of narnia book "the lion, witch, and the wardrobe". following a family whose parents never seem to make an appearance, a group of kids who should really be in school travel through a wardrobe in their attic that transports them to another world called narnia.
well theres a snow witch (anyone wondering why elsa turned evil? i blame rush limbah), theres a goatman (whose parents love story i would rather never know), and theres a lion jesus. the witch offers the boy "turkish delights" in exchange for information. and i thought "hey that totally sounds like a dirty sex thing".
so heres the urban dictionary result for "turkish delight":

1. a damn fine chocolate bar, although original turkish delight- the jelly stuff they sometimes put nuts in, made in turkey - is not usually eaten with chocolate. 0r is ''rose flavoured'' but a fry's turkish delight tastes damn good.
[mmm yum yum, rose flavored candy thats not really considered candy. can i just have the rose?]
2. A delicious kind of candy which you should definitely try when you visit Turkey. It is called "lokum" in Turkish. It is also used when talking about a beautiful woman.
[wait, women are referred to as "delicious candy". i know people who have earned their red wings and that aint strawberry filling that comes out my friend.]
3. a sweet confectionary food originating from turkey made from starch and sugar. variations include dates, pistachios and walnuts. can also be infused with rosewater, mastic and lemon. are finally coated in icing sugar and served. 
[wait its made from starch and sugar? yeah we have that too here in america, its called cinnamon toast. and doesnt a turkish delight already taste like roses? i might as well bite into a damn bouquet. and they take starch and sugar, mix it with dates or pistachios, and cover it in sugar filled icing? yeah sure, have fun with your sweet smelling bowel movement and the funeral after you go into a diabetic coma.]
4. An unexpected surprise that occurs during a bisexual three-way in the shower when the participants get covered in female projectile ejaculate, semen and scat.
[sounds like a hell of a saturday night. that, and who said a bisexual threeway involves a girl? what if its a bisexual guy and two gay guys? "hey suzie get in here! we need a favor!" also im assuming they mean two straight guys plowing the lower landing strips of a bisexual womans body while holding her in the air. cause gay people hate vaginas.]
5. A recipe really: 
1) Shave your balls 
2) Moisten said balls. 
3) Coat thoroughly said balls in powdered sugar. 
4) Offer said balls to be tea bagged. 

[tired of that old lemon and chamomile tea? try our new ballzac tea! right so wouldnt you moisten the balls BEFORE shaving them? and wouldnt the powdered sugar turn to a slurry when mixed with the fluid? also moisten with what exactly? lighter fluid? and you cant offer to teabag your balls cause you USE your balls to teabag [anyone playing halo or destiny? my full first name is shitsherlock and my last name is noh].

6. Unexpected flatulence during oral sex.

[wait who farts now?]

7. A jellyish, rectangular candy with powdered sugar on the outside. 

In 'The Lion,The Witch, and The Wardrobe, youngest brother Edmund is offered magical turkish delights (his favorite candy) by the White Witch, who promises to give him more if he brings his sisters and brothers to her.

[and thus we reach our end. try watching that movie now without thinking of something dirty.]

a PSA to all the christians of the world: "stop being a d*ck!"

a message to the Christians of the world: please stop saying jesus hates gays and people who aren't white and all that bullsh*t. you only have ten laws and hating gays and lesbians, no cursing, no killing, turning the other ass cheek so you can be the worlds bitch, no sex before marriage, and giving money to people who in turn use it to build tax exempt property ARE NOT any of those laws.
    
also the bible says that Christians are not allowed to worship others before your god. that doesn't apply to people who DO NOT practice your religion, as only Christians follow the ten commandments. so stop trying to convert happy people to YOUR misery and pain. and please stop damning "nonbelievers" to hell, because you ARENT god and you are causing the rate of foreclosures and the homeless population to rise in hell. do you have any idea how pissed off satan is trying to find places for all these innocent people to go to?
    
I mean you are sending people to hell that probably don't even believe in the metaphysical theory of hell. please for the sake of immigration laws and property taxes, STOP BEING A BUNCH OF WHINEY BITCHES.  and to end my statement, please stop turning every damn thing jesus says into a freaking parable. yes the man was the son of god, but a man who went his entire life homeless, moneyless, loveless, sexless, fatherless, and void of any personal property WOULD obviously tell us to treat others as we wish to be treated.
    
the man was a bum born to the worlds most famous baby mama and he had nothing to his name besides turning water to wine and a holiday involving tree limbs. jesus said to treat others as we want to be treated, but the man was given everything he owned by the people he met, and never gave those people anything valuable in return besides philosophical wisdom. and he lived in the middle east, so jesus was probably indian, persian, israelian, north african, or maybe hindu.

so please Christians, don't be a d*ck to others when your savior was a freaking bum. at least buddah helped his community. gahndi starved himself but it was to end violence, and at least he was willing to kick someones ass if they got violent. jahova had a job and a wife. so please, stop being a d*ck.

my attempt at an erotica excerpt

then Alphonso carefully and swiftly picked Brittany up with his broad rippling shoulders and pulled her close to his chest. she could feel his heartbeat against her bare breasts as he flexed his biceps pulling her ever closer. Brittany could feel alphonsos sculpted abs rubbing her back.

as alphonsos long flowing raven hair gently caress the back of her bare neck she could feel her hairs standing on end, like a metaphor of what she could see happening below alphonsos waist. he began to slowly carry her up the stairs to his bedroom, each step like a thousand butterflies swarming her stomach. as Alphonso gently lay Brittany onto her bed and stare at her naked body with intruige, she stared back at him.

everything about Alphonso was firm and hard, like staring at addonis himself. Alphonso began to gently massage Brittany, rubbing her shoulders with oil. she knew she couldn't resist him any longer, and really she had been wishing for a chance to meet minds with the human addonis now slowly moving his hands down her back.

but could she really take the risk? after all, today wasn't one of her safe days. Brittany closed her eyes and prepared herself, she couldn't avoid the impossible any longer."

stories from the interim: blind ambition

death surrounds us, it drives us to do things that we would otherwise never attempt. the fear of our demise drives the logic and facts out of our mind. but it is nothing more than the shedding of our physical existence, a way for us to be free of our mortal bonds. as the saying goes: "death is only the beginning". the facts are easy to follow and understand, albeit complicated. it is much easier to believe in a delusion created by our fragile psyche than to accept an inevitable truth.

humans are the only living creatures on earth that know they will one day die. animals, plants, the periodic elements; they know nothing about death. the knowledge of death creates a fear of our lives ending. and when directly faced with death we attempt to flee from it. but the fact is that all things one day cease to exist. nothing is immune to the ravages caused by the sands of time.

there are many things in this universe that we have yet to understand. for anyone who has suffered at the lifeless hands of the reaper, we wonder what happens after death. is life really all we put into it?  I mean is it really true that no mater what we do we only have one life to live? if we only get one chance and we cease to exist upon death, then why would life be worth living? what is the point in living a life that has no value?

death comes for us all, as an inevitable supernova, and yet we deny it. we fight, we scream, we kick, we run, and we refuse to give in till our last breath. we as humans refuse the truth and the inevitable, and instead accept the lies and reflections in our souls. we would rather believe a happy peaceful lie fabricated by others than accept a horrible desolate truth we discovered ourselves.

move past the lies, fly beyond fictions tantalizing gaze, find the light, and find your way. accept the truth and deny despair any hold upon your heart. find the truth within the lies, and the lies within the truth. you cannot always trust what your eyes can see, and suspension of disbelief is often your best friend. forgive and NEVER FORGET, do not hate because of actions against you, and remember your name.

blind ambition creates fallen empires and broken bridges. absolute power absolutely corrupts only the corruptible. for the forest one can destroy the trees. to forget the sacrifices we have made to a better life is to make history repeat itself. artifacts from our past, present, and future are nothing more than material goods. I prefer to remember history for the lives sacrificed and the love shared.

stories from the interim: the apocalypse begins

it began like any other day, the same dull city and the same cloudless skies. walking down the street I could see the neglect and denial that the world had become. the rich and the powerful creating a world where everything is capitalized. food, water, shelter, medicine and healthcare, light and darkness, despair, and even blood; they control it all. on my left I see men in suits wearing rolex watches, on my right I see children falling to their death; a madhouse.

as I walk down the street staring ahead at what seemed to be an endless journey, I begin to wonder what reason we have to stay alive. skies grow dark, light fades away, hate burns strong, and our homes slowly become a land of madness. I cant help but feel for those around me, its not their fault; nothing more than mortals. we are servants told to follow orders from our birth to our death, and most choose to follow them.

wake up, get dressed, eat, sleep, convict, kill, destroy, obey, submit, exile, follow orders. yes, we should respect our elders and follow the orders given by our superiors. just like the nazis. good men follow orders, great men follow their heart; our true value is not in the actions of our conscience, but rather the decisions of our hearts. each day more and more lives are stolen by the corporate military complex, more bodies on the floor.

I question whether we deserve the great world we were given. each day and each night we take advantage of the gifts we are given. police beat and steal, soldiers kill and maim, corporations rob and destroy lives. the rich take the ground from under the feet of the poor, they ruin lives and tear families apart; then when consequences arrive they deny the very lives they ruined. as I am walking down the street in front of me I no longer see any cars, nothing but bloodshed and tears.

today is like every other day, life in a dull city. the skies grow ever darker, as the hope slowly fading from the hearts of the damned. I see life screaming in agony, begging for a death that will never come. as the light guiding me down my one way path begins to fade, I too wonder what will become of this world I live in. suddenly the skies begin to darken, I can see it, the black rain falling. liquid onyx ash pouring down onto the ground, the poisoned rain creating ripples in the crimson streets.

I continue to walk despite my blind ambitions, forward I march on. the chosen ones were lucky, lifted into the skies leaving their pain behind. the ones left behind now face two choices: keep moving or lay down to die. even as I walk, the ground below me rises; concrete lined with skulls and regrets. two days ago I watched as a father shot his own six year old daughter in the face, just to get a slice of bread; a madhouse.

today I stare out my window and watch as fire rains from the skies. nothing is safe...nothing is sacred. what have we done to deserve this madness? flesh melting in the streets and children gasping for air. I see infant children screaming for their parents, and I watch as they slowly die from independence. mommy and daddy cannot help you now, not while the stone of agony slowly crushes their hopes and dreams. the wolves carrying dead bleeding newborn children off to the mountains, never to be seen again.

how could it have gone so wrong? seven days ago the world was a place of vibrant colors, decadent smells, and fertile life; how did we not see it coming? I ponder the fates of the wandering corpses; are they passing me or am I passing them? perspective is a hard bitch to understand. the skies continue to rain fire and blood, turning all things to crimson ash.

I grew tired of these fucking sunny days and pretty rainbow stripes that create fascination and wonder. too much fucking peace and beauty, the lack of agony is sickening. its all superficial and fake, like a perfect dream; I hate it. life without pain, agony, despair, sorrow; its not worth living. and yet, its a thing of beauty. all the colors that paint what we see, the sounds that play to our ears, the energy that charges our hearts and minds; its so peaceful.

but now all the color is gone, all that made life worth living has now become the madmans reason for existence. now that it is gone I realize all that we had, the advantage of beauty once lost. now the people who judged others because of their beliefs face a judgment of their own. now that life has ended for humanity and those remaining have begun the journey to the afterlife, the corporate empire has fallen to its knees.

there is no president, no government, no military, no heroes or villains. life has reached an ultimatum: fight or die. anarchy rules, despair flows like a river. as I look up towards the glowing skies, I see humanities last hope for peace. men clad in glowing armor, horses with red and orange flames flickering off their backs and heels, and flaming chariots the size of tanks. they soar down towards the ground with the force of a thousand meteorites.

they crash and ride towards me relenting no effort to spare me. I never closed my eyes, and watched as they rode through me as if I didn't even exist. the glory of the worlds only hope only mine to see. the skies begin to fill with fire and blood, such a perfect day. no longer is the world superficial and fake, no longer we will wait. now that the time has passed, the apocalypse begins. its a madhouse.

the dark side of poetry: GREED

greed

assumptions assumptions, for those without gumption.
leads to a life for asses in corruption.
judgments, huntsmen, illuminati, and blood;
they watch the world drown in bones and suds.
peacekeepers, policemen, war, and peace;
you are your friend, if you pay the lease.
armies of one and heads hung high;
watching you burn from in THEIR skies.
comrades of pain, brothers in despair;
forget the cure, lets just cut our hair.
bodies dying in the blackness and cold
greed and lust, lets kill the old.
the world we share is not our own,
this land is THEIR land, not YOUR home.
why bother be good? why try to fit in?
building lives with tetris, nobody wins.
black and white but colors with names
yet which one gets caught cheating in the game?
white supremacist, black panther, triad, NSA;
corruption a word by many other names.
men and women in blue, soldiers in green;
we are all but lapdogs, of the corporate empires greed.

the minimum wage issue

• increasing minimum wage means that over the board it would make no difference. increase minimum wage and then everyone is making more, the higher ups and corporate workers then have their wages increased. then the prices of goods and services increase as a result of inflation. followed by the value of American currency dropping drastically. then ending with foreign markets losing money and resources and many people being fired. thus the world is right back where it was BEFORE it started. increasing minimum wage is a BAD IDEA, try lowering the costs of goods and services by paying off debts.

the problem is that our nation is in debt and as a solution to the debt our government is making unneeded changes. like increased fare on buses or firing workers. there are a number of things we could get rid of to lower our debt. most of them quite simple.

the muskrat of bashford manor mall [oh fluffy beaver-thingy]

so apparently there is a muskrat that lives under the bridge in bashford manor. a big fluffy, friendly, and full grown muskrat. about the size of a mid size maltese, and apparently not bothered that I was 4 feet away watching the cute little critter nibbling on grass, seeds, and wood chips. then he finished and swam away back to his home....through sewer infested waters. now THAT puts the "musk" in muskrat.

and now a muskrat haiku:

cute little muskrat.

watched you eat and swim away.

graceful and fluffy.

#+10,000 dead babies

#SPon23567

#storymaster19

the link to the video:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m-IdTdsyxXU&feature=youtu.be

the world is a circle (so mind those behind you)

In this world we typically act how we want and expect others to follow. The fact is that we are not perfect, none of us are. The very idea of evolution states that only the strong survive, but what of the weak who band together? What of the wolves?

The rich and powerful walk over the poor and weak. Yet when the kings and queens fall they expect the people to jump under them and die so THEY can live. You cannot mistreat others while you expect them to care about you.

You cannot beat up the defenseless man and then cry for help when the wolf comes for your sheep. Thw wolf does not give up, the wolf does not give in, the wolf does not quit, and most importantly the wolf always respects authority and his comrades.

The wolf lives to serve and protect and the wolf always works well with others. The wolf is weak and frail so he travels in packs. The wolf learns from his mistakes and always remembers those who helped him.

The world is not black, it is not white, it is not grey, it is not one single color. The world is a pallet of pain and misery bound to a single straight line.  The universe is one constantly moving line that is forever connected.

Sometimes we get a circle, our actions affect those behind us and in front of us. Sometimes the line crosses and we look back at the past, what habe we done? What will we do? Sometimes the line forms a square, some of us do great while others are forced balls to the wall in a corner.

The fact is that if you expect help or support from other s you MUST be willing to turn the other cheek. No matter how many times a man does wrong you must always let him attempt tp make things right. Second chances mean mistakes can be whited out and rewritten, not blurred out and ignored.

If you make a mistake and you do not correct it you have made two mistakes. Even when we try to do good and fail it is good that we tried. Failure is not due to our lack Of ability, but rather our INability to complete a task. If a man cannot walk because he is paralyzed is he not the same as a man without legs?

True motivation must come from within,  one cannot win a war when the one you are fighting for has died.  Do not make haste to impress others in order to wave a white flag to society. Trust in your heart and be the best YOU can be. Remember the difference between what is right and what is needed.

And do not expect help from others when you walk on the weak.

 "The wolf waits till its prey is asleep, time on its side. Are you the wolf or the prey?"

the connection between human and [human]ity

The connection between human and [human]ity

 

Most humans and some other forms of life typically feel things such as grief/guilt, shame/embarrassment, fear/despair, suicidal/lonely, stage fright/social anxiety, and jealousy/envy. Though some people do NOT feel these feelings.

There IS a logical reason for why you may not feel the same way towards things like death or loss as those around you. It is a simple "product result" that most people feel certain ways, and if you do not experience certain things in your life you will not be capable of the emotions that make someone human.

In order to feel guilt or even start the five stages of grief you must first go through four phases in your life. You must have something or someone you love or cherish, you must have something or someone you need to protect, you need something or someone who/that loves and/or cherishes you, and you need to have someone or something that relies on you.

Guilt comes when we do something that causes harm of some kind to another person or thing. The guilt is felt when you feel you have done wrong, but cannot be experienced if one does not have anyone or anything they are afraid of losing. The guilt is felt when one worries about the person or thing they have harmed and fears repercussion for their actions. Guilt comes when we do wrong and feel it should be made right. Grief cannot be fully felt unless you have something that you are afraid of losing that you will one day lose.

Shame is a feeling similar to guilt, but is only felt when one gets caught in the act of doing something wrong. Shame is felt when one worries that by being caught they will be punished. Of course this leads through the stages of grief as a result of one trying to avoid punishment. Usually this ends with the accepting of the punishment, however, shame is usually felt by one with no conscience while guilt is felt by one without a moral compass and logic.

Embarrassment is the feeling that someone will make fun of you or think things about you. It comes when one does something stupid or is wrong about something. However, it is impossible to feel ANY embarrassment if you have no pride. Only by being exposed to a situation where you lose your sense of pride can you then become embarrassed. As a result if you have completely lost your entire sense of pride and dignity then you can never again become embarrassed, feel guilt, become afraid, or even feel stage fright.

Eventually the lack of guilt, embarrassment, pride, or the inability to experience grief will lead one to a state of despair and loneliness. In this state we are at our most vulnerable as we will take even the least bit of attention. Some resort to crime for attention while others my try to hurt themselves or others. In a state of despair and loneliness we will do things to people we would normally never do. As a result we tend to take rejection VERY hard while in this state.

Despair is the feeling of deep depression bundled with an inferiority complex and fear that we will lose EVERYTHING. This typically leads to one of three outcomes: the realization that we have dropped so far that we cannot get any lower, the thought that while we have nothing to lose we have everything to gain, or that we have fallen so far that we could never climb back up and as such just let the gravedigger fill in our grave (commit suicide). In this time we usually seek for one of three sources for help. The church (god), our friends or family (peers), or science and understanding (self help books and seminars and/or mother nature). 

Social anxiety comes when we are surrounded by people we don't know and we do not know how to act around them. Usually we wish to make a positive first impression and our worries that we might be made fun of create strange behavior so that if we do something wrong people don't know whether we are crazy or just nervous.

Jealousy and envy are unique in that it is impossible to feel them if you live a fulfilling life or you have no sense of pride or guilt. We envy others and the things they have because we feel jealous of them. Usually the thing we are jealous of is not the money or cost, but rather the joy they feel using their possessions. The fact is that if one lives a happy life then one cannot experience jealousy or envy.

Women envy more attractive men for the same reason men envy attractive women: we aren't satisfied happily with the person we are with. It’s nothing to do with sex, looks, money, or possessions; it’s actually that we look at more attractive women/men and are reminded of the time when we and/or our partners used to look that young and attractive. Jealousy and envy are caused by a lack of happiness and a fear of aging and dying.

Emotions are like a chain of rubber bands; if you cant feel one, the entire chain slowly falls apart. Eventually we are left with a pile of rubber bands we have no idea what to do with.

 

"war is a black widow"

destiny tangles us inside its web. its only when we follow the black widow that we find the quickest path through life. meanwhile we pass our friends, enemies, family, values, hopes, and dreams to die in a poisoned oblivion void of all hope and light. THIS is war, a path that forces the closest of comrades to become the bitterest of enemies. a land sodded and built on top of the bones of the lost and whose temples are lost under the sands of time. in the end war leads to ruin and eternal despair. we kill our friends, betray our families, and walk blindly into the belly of the beast. we follow the black widow and one day we die, become the land our future generations will inevitably bring to ash. war is the black widow; time is our reaper. in the final moment of combat when we head into the unknown trail of tears. is it really worth it? is the cost of a soul nothing more than a bomb of betrayal waiting to explode? when you peer into the mirror what do you see? a man? a monster? a beacon of hope? or do we all try to see something that doesn't exist so that we don't have to face our inner demons? I see nami hikaru; what do YOU see?

THE COMMUNIST TEST!

time for a test, the COMMUNIST TEST! want to know if you are a communist? a capitalist? an industrialist? a terrorist? an elitist? an economist? answer this simple question: if you were given $10,000,000 (ten million dollars), and were told you had to spend it all without having to pay any of it back; what would you do with ALL the money?

Error code 0x80070052 "the directory cannot be created" bug fix

Error code 0x80070052

"the directory cannot be created"

Fix solution


When you place a certain amount of files in one single place in a folder or location on a usb disk or other storage location you will get this error. DO NOT wipe the drive, scan the drive, format the drive, or run any programs. When you place between 20,000 and 30,000 files in one folder you will not be able to place any more files or move any more to that folder or location, regardless of remaining storage space.

The solution is simple: just create a second folder and move about half the files to clear up free space. Move them into the folder and boom, no more error code. You will not be able to create a folder if you are getting this error code so remember to remove about 100 files or so, create the second folder, and then move the files into it.

Its not as complicated as it seems and programs to fix this error are nothing but scams and virus’s that will infect your computer.

final show 8 - a show of times passed

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mWNbZcDP_aY&feature=youtu.be

a valentines day present to my family

what is family?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wQNTlF6vL4&feature=youtu.be

time for poetry 13: [not so] lonely world

[Not so] Lonely world

 

Just a lonely boy, looking for a lonely girl,

Just a lonely boy, livin’ in a lonely world,

Just a lonely boy, wokin' a lonely life,

Just a lonely boy, livin a life of sadness and strife.

 

Just a lonely girl, looking for a lonely boy

Just a lonely girl, being tossed aside like a lonely toy,

Just a lonely girl, livin a lonely life,

Just a lonely girl, filled with sadness and strife.

 

Just a lonely boy, and a lonely girl,

Living together in a lonely world,

Two lovers brought together by a chance of fate,

True love holds forth there’s no debate,

Just a lonely boy and a lonely girl,

Sharing hearts in a twilight twirl.

 

But it’s not such a lonely life

When you have someone by your side.

An uphill race in a downhill world,

Someone you can trust, whom to confide.

 

One step forward begins a journey

Stop…take one step back.

Forgive not forget, future days passed;

Take on the universe like a heart attack.

Forget to smell the flowers

Live the dream on an endless track.

 

The train to dullsville becomes a rocket to love.

Two hearts intertwined gives flight to even the wingless dove.

 

Take the world of pain and misery

Take this ode to you from me.

We may not be lovers, but I broke the bridge.

I’m over the edge of your heart; I’ve fallen off the ridge.

Diving through the gates of chance

Beyond a bad romance.

 

My words fill the page of our untold story.

Will it end in shame or glory?

Five years ago? Remember that day?

You were the first one who almost got away.

 

Life without you is a farce filled fluke.

You are my queen, love our archduke.

In our kingdom the skies shine above,

There is no rain in the kingdom of love.

 

Five years we spoke, worlds apart.

Never a moment when I thought,

That I would want your heart.

Five years, that feels like forever

Five years we were birds of a feather

Now we share a world together.

 

The world is still quite lonely, I can see.

But it is much less lonely when you’re with me.

a valentines day dedication: On a shooting star [my Russian valentine]

On a shooting star [my Russian valentine]

 

When I turn over in bed and see the empty space next to me.

That’s when I think of you.

When the golden sun rises and lights the morning dew.

That’s when I think of you.

When I see children smiling and having fun.

That’s when I think of you.

When the night sky is dark and the moon hides from my wandering eyes.

That’s when I think of you.

When the snow falls and turns the world of colors into a greyscale land of wonder and mystery.

That’s when I think of you.

 

When darkness arrives and it is still too early for the dawn,

And the only light I can see is the stars in the skies.

That’s when I think of you.

When Haley’s comet roars across the stratosphere

Like true love seeking two open hearts to bind together for eternity and a day.

That’s when I think of you.

When the wicked desires of the curse plaguing the institution of humanity arise to power.

That’s when I think of you.

 

When I look into the mirror I see your smile.

When I look into the sun I see your hair.

When I stare into the endless blue skies I see your eyes.

When I see the rain I see your tears.

 

When I see a lowly dog searching for an owner

I see myself trying to get closer to you.

 

To build that bridge to cross your heart,

To find the brick and mortar to rebuild my broken heart,

I feel like I am in an arms race to grasp your hands,

The concentric circles that revolve around the heart and soul that is my sun and my moon,

You sharpen my view, leaving me nigh a dull outlook on life,

The unwritten book that could be our story,

I run to protect you to cover your heart and soul from life’s harsh barrage,

The blitzkrieg assault that the universe throws at us both.

 

I am your shield and you my sword

And together there is no force we cannot overcome.

I climb the mountain just to shout to you below.

A man with nothing left to lose and everything to gain,

I am a noble knight on a quest to find his way.

 

You are the stars in the sky granting me light.

Guiding me even in the darkest of night.

All is one and one is all,

And I will catch you no matter the fall.

 

So sleep with ease and awake with a smile

Knowing that when you are my moon I am your sun.

 

While you rest from your hard day

I watch over you from a distance afar.

And when you wake I will be there

To greet you riding on a shooting star.

 

To the sweetest of candy

A girl who’s so dandy.

To a girl who’s smart and always mine

I wish you love and joy, my Russian valentine.

 

new video project up [2013 review remake!] - stepping stones reverse

stepping stones reverse (years review) project
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W5RhQCiMwTI&feature=youtu.be
full

64x reverse
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gHzmFqVOLJ4&feature=youtu.be
part 4/4


pawprints reverse
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MnGeAJ9Ikb0&feature=youtu.be
part 3/4

dotprints reverse
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x3kV5SvE8lg&feature=youtu.be
part 2/4

diamond ripple reverse
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7zSMg5i4QA&feature=youtu.be
part 1/4

The lie called the Coriolis Effect - by samuel j. pernicano

The lie called the Coriolis Effect

Written by Samuel joseph Pernicano

January 21, 2014

 

For anyone who has heard of the Coriolis Effect; you were taught a lie that frankly does not exist. For those of you that don’t know about this supposed rule of science it states that water in the northern hemisphere always flows down in a counter-clockwise direction while the water in the southern hemisphere always flows clockwise. Now the earth only has four prime directions; north, south, east, and west. (Of course ignoring the diagonal directions between.)

If the water in the northern hemisphere flows south counter clockwise then the water in the SOUTHERN hemisphere must actually flow north. Gravity pulls all things towards the center of our planet. As such the southern hemispheres water actually flows north. As such the weather in the southern hemisphere is actually a mirror reflection of the north. This means that the water flow in the southern hemisphere flows north in a counter-clockwise direction as well.

As illustrated below:

 

Imagine looking straight at the front of our planet:

 

This is how our planet would look if it wasn’t spinning like it always is. Now imagine that a mirror was placed through the center of the planet EXACTLY at the location of the equator.

Now this mirror remains here (as the solid black line). Now in this way the north would see their reflection if they looked down and the same for the south. However, the reflection up north would look like the south; and the souths reflection like the north. As mirrors work they make right left and left right. As the planet rotates to the right (or counter-clockwise) the water flow in toilets or sinks would follow the same direction.

The Coriolis Effect says that water in the southern hemisphere flows down in a clockwise direction. However this cannot happen as in the southern hemisphere going down would mean heading towards the South Pole. Water actually flows up in the southern hemisphere thanks to the force of gravity. As such a flushed toilet would flow upwards.

Now here is the planet with the hemispheres separated by that imaginary mirror:

As all things are pulled to the center of the planet by gravity if a hole through one side and over to the other through the earth’s center would result in a near eternal fall. You would fall south till you fly past the equator and are eventually slingshotted back up north. Repeat forever till you lose momentum and just stop moving.

 

 

As the Coriolis Effect says the above photo is how the water should supposedly flow. Now this “Coriolis Effect is actually a lie, as I can show by simply mirroring the image above:

 

As you can see the two directions are now the opposite. Meaning that the Coriolis Effect IS TRUE. But wait a second…or is it”? Living in the northern hemisphere down is the direction the water flows in our bathrooms. And as such when we look down from the North Pole we see north, south, east, and west; and as a result up, down, left, and right.

 

Now if you are at the South Pole and you look down (or what is actually UP), then you have the same four directions. North, south, east, and west; and correspondingly up, down, left, and right.

 

But something isn’t right here… if you are at the North Pole looking down and the South Pole also looking down, then how the heck can north, south, east, and west; be the same direction? What’s REALLY going on is that the man in the north is looking down while the woman down south is looking UP. As such in the North Pole you cannot go north without immediately entering the southern direction on the compass rose. And at the South Pole going south would result in immediately heading north.

As such the water that flows in the northern hemisphere flows with the earth’s rotation making it go counter-clockwise. Now imagine that you are at the North Pole looking straight down. And now imagine the entire planet below is transparent and you can see through it. Only the water is visible. The water will be flowing counter-clockwise (right). Even the water in the southern hemisphere is flowing counter-clockwise. Hmm, did I just disprove the Coriolis Effect?

No. now imagine being at the South Pole looking down (really up), and again everything but the water is invisible. The water flows clockwise, even the water in the northern hemisphere. If the Coriolis Effect were to be true (that water flows the opposite direction in the southern hemisphere), then that would require the earth to be rotating in two different directions.

By the Coriolis Effect the northern hemisphere would have to spin to the right while the southern hemisphere rotates to the left. This would be completely impossible for any spherical object unless it was separated at the middle. Don’t believe me? Find a ball or any round object, spin it to the left, watch the direction, does the top spin in a different direction from the bottom? NO.

Now take a spherical object (nothing expensive) and use a permanent marker to write a “t” on the top and a “b” on the bottom. Spin the ball any direction with the “t” facing up and write down the direction that the “t” and “b” spins. Then flip the ball over so that the “b” is facing up and repeat (making sure to spin the ball in the same direction as the first spin). Now compare the two spins, if the Coriolis Effect is true then the direction that the “t” and “b” spin should actually NOT BE THE SAME.

As this experiment and the previous drawings have shown the Coriolis Effect is actually a lie and is a scientific theory that is based off the perspective of the person watching the water. Perspective is an artistic term that refers to locations and directions that an object or person faces or goes in a work of art. It can be applied to our planet as a man up north looks down to watch water flow and a man down south (below the equator) watches water flow up (while from his perspective it also flows down.

But since we only have one direction for south and you cannot have a down on a planet where all objects, elements, and forces are pulled in towards the earth’s center; in the southern half of the planet. Below the equator you cannot have a down in reference to water flow as a man standing in the south looks at a man standing in the north. As such the Coriolis Effect is utter and complete bull shit, a sham, a lie, a farce.

Since a man in the northern hemisphere looks to the southern hemisphere when his water flows, the water in the south must also flow in the same direction. I have nothing left to say, so move on to your next day.

“In physics, the Coriolis effect is a deflection of moving objects when they are viewed in a rotating reference frame. In a reference frame with clockwise rotation, the deflection is to the left of the motion of the object; in one with counter-clockwise rotation, the deflection is to the right.”

 

 

 

a poem for a friend 3 - five years [how about five more]

Five years

 

Five years of bread and corn.

Five years and a song is born.

Five years to confide and define.

Five years a broken heart bound by a spine.

 

When we first met I wasn’t sure.

Is it another day or destinies allure?

Little did I know that this day would finally define

What we are and my place in time.

Five years ago and now this day

Chasing airplanes and the things we say.

 

Lost inside a world of lies

Chasing reason and alibis.

 

The court hath delivered my sentence

The case open now closed.

I must follow my repentance

A verdict of forgiveness and love.

 

I watched as many a man filed to the ghastly guillotine.

Choosing the seductress and succubus and her flawless sheen.

Men who marched to their death with never a thought.

With women and cannibals simply filling the pot.

 

Five years of your open arms and chasing loves eclipse.

My ears open to the words spoken from thy lips.

 

Five years long with a smile so wide.

Always having someone to whom I confide.

Countless hours without fear and loathing;

Dances with wolves in sheep’s clothing.

Through the apocalyptic horrors inside my mind,

You became the light, therefore my guide.

The light of my life and the candle of my soul.

A flame burning for eternity, no need for coal.

 

Five years and ten thousand words.

Flight of the bumblebee and a hundred birds.

Hitchcock and Poe dancing in fields of flowers.

Sunshine and farts with superpowers.

Corporate greed is but a sterile seed.

Five years, you are all I need.

 

Your hair the sun and your eyes the skies open wide.

Your heart, the diary, inside which I could confide.

Your words build the bridge that crosses my heart.

Your trust became the foundation for my shopping cart.

The thought of your smile became my Broadway play.

I went to see it every single day.

 

Theaters across the nations would play our story.

We are king and queen in a blaze of glory.

Five years with you walking a thousand miles.

Children of the worlds lined up with smiles.

 

Five years watching your career prosper and grow.

Five years and so much to show.

Never a moment without you, even in the bitter snow.

Five years and four letters; l, o, v- oh you know J.

 

Five years together and I wouldn’t wish for change.

A world apart and home, home on the range.

 

Never a moment of sorrow when I hear the news.

The only math I need, 1+1=me plus you.

Five years and I love this life.

Five years from now and- you know the rhyme...

If I had three wishes; you, I, the world.

 

Five years and I have so much to show.

Five years of joy wouldn’t you know?

Five years on the open floor

I don’t know about you, but how about five years more?