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.
Monday, August 18, 2014
Monday, July 28, 2014
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."
Thursday, June 19, 2014
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.
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.
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.
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
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.
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.
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
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.
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
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
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