let me have my beingness.
i feel like being a kid is an amazing time, specifically because before a certain age, you don't really have a concept of bad or good, you just do what feels right. as we grow we eventually learn to be bad, and we do. we then spend the rest of our lives hiding in shame from our mistakes, burying the very understanding of them so deep they can't surface.
they will, however, we just won't recognize them.
when people refer to failed relationships, sometimes they will refer to it as having left scars that never quite heal. i disagree, to an extent. scars are something that indelibly change the skin itself. it is my firm belief that no matter how many failed relationships one goes through, there will always be someone else to strip away the scars and make it seem like they never existed. those scars you see are experience, and it's up to each individual to make those negatives into positives.
pro-tip: you don't have to call it love every time someone cares enough to listen to you.
so from when i was six or seven to age thirteen, i lived at a house with an apple tree in the backyard and every year i wondered why the apples never made it to full ripeness and always fell off the tree before they were ready. they were incredibly sour and small when they came off that tree. that was also the tree me and my brothers and sisters climbed when we were young. between that tree and my bike, i busted up my knees pretty good.
this has been part of a series on memories.
making music with these guys is like talking to your friends
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lizard time, also at the river.
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Turtle time at the river. Hanging solid with my homeboys in the weeks before summer.
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the king of kings.
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ancient soda can from the depths of columbia.
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these guys are the backbone.
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one hand claps a pitter-patter on the roof
never daring to dishonor the sound of silence
ten million miles in the desert
of burning feet in the sand
carrying pebbles in their shoes
combing the tangles in their hair
all these roads run the same circles
no matter how many times they are tread
long have i looked on in silence
and set myself up in opposition
and the sound of my footsteps
signals i have come back to roost
a string of prisoners marching
through the veins of God
the tinkle of chains the sound
the percussion of persisting
free men walking in procession
unsettled states of being
locked arms of knowing
walking one path of becoming
long have they suffered in silence
walking the left hand path
and now the sound of groaning
signals that they have returned
sensation wears paper as a camouflage
hiding the living colors and shapes
as the dull and dead upon the earth
broken bones are like enlightenment
trapping me among the flowers
"come" -- a word spoken
in a voice tired and weary
breaking the surface of the water
setting hearts in rotation
dancing around the sun
pale specters crowd the hills
still ghosts still gaze at the moon
surrounded by their brothers
alone on the hilltop
molding their clay feelings into ugly lumps
bloody words stain their lips
"i, i am, i am myself"
darkening their bright eyes
sliding their heavy lids shut
sleep, the end of the long road home
i can see past, present, and future
i have worn masks to miss it
Same old music. That's boring, right? Help me fix this by giving me
something new to listen to. If you're on the blog, you can see my
last.fm, if you're on my Facebook, you should be able to see that and
iLike, but you could be really adventurous and tell me what bands you
absolutely love and can't imagine anyone not liking, regardless of if
I should ever have heard anything like it. Horizons are to be
broadened. Challenge me.
Cole, last night in Hartsville spent at his house. So we just woke up and acted goofy for a little while before we left. I took some pictures. This is Cole, diggum?
This is me being a tired guy. My eye was swollen and watering at the time, the fact that it's closed is why you can't see the laser that it is.
Little Miss Princess Pearl, Cole's dawg. She's also my dog, she's p. awesome. We love Princess Pearl. This dog is in the most awesome picture ever, eventually it will see internet.
The first rule of leaving Hartsville is that you take a picture of Tyler Durden. The second rule of leaving Hartsville is that you TAKE A PICTURE of Tyler Durden. This is Tyler Durden, also known as one of my fat lazy cats. If you have a small dog, from Chihuahua to, let's say, golden retriever, Tyler is bigger than your dog.
Taking pictures of animals is kind of a trend here. I don't really know when I'll be home again, except almost positively for the summer, so I can't forget my cats. This is Alfred. He's kinda named after me. This is the laziest cat ever. He sleeps and eats and begs for attention all day. The fact that he is often obliged means that he is probably the most spoiled cat ever. It was really hard to get this picture because he was begging to be petted the whole time and wouldn't sit still and look at the camera.
This is the last animal I took a picture of. Cousin It, if you will. This is one of the last things I saw before I left.
Other than that, I chilled at the house and such for a while, until Tony showed up and we left for Columbia. I was gonna take pictures of that, but then it would just be me and him in a car on a cloudy, overcast day. Now, if I had gotten sound or video, it would have been entertaining.
This has been my attempt at somewhat of a photojournal.
packing up to move away
i have gathered and collected
the spoons were the first to go
they were also the last
sitting on the couch, in wait
they would tell you as if to strike
in truth, settling in to ask
"why should there be a desire to stand?"
no more images in the bathroom mirror
a stranger alone sits in the house
casting a shadow across the floor
struggling to meet the swinging door
as frightened eyes have struggled before
remove the furniture with the rhyme
do not expect to sit down with reason
this parlor entertains no guests
just a solitary familiar face
the noise of the television is gone
but the flickering remains
a testament to a moment
preserved despite low rating
settling into the cushions
i am uncomfortable at rest
inertia asks in a hypnotic whisper
"why stand, why stand, why stand?"
so i settle for sitting
as the television teaches disagreement
and the proper use of a blanket
i am forced to wonder if
this house will remember my spoons
Source: http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/14.11/sixwords.html
Failed SAT. Lost scholarship. Invented rocket.
- William Shatner
Computer, did we bring batteries? Computer?
- Eileen Gunn
Vacuum collision. Orbits diverge. Farewell, love.
- David Brin
Gown removed carelessly. Head, less so.
- Joss Whedon
Automobile warranty expires. So does engine.
- Stan Lee
Machine. Unexpectedly, I’d invented a time
- Alan Moore
Longed for him. Got him. Shit.
- Margaret Atwood
His penis snapped off; he’s pregnant!
- Rudy Rucker
From torched skyscrapers, men grew wings.
- Gregory Maguire
Internet “wakes up?” Ridicu -
no carrier.
- Charles Stross
With bloody hands, I say good-bye.
- Frank Miller
Wasted day. Wasted life. Dessert, please.
- Steven Meretzky
“Cellar?” “Gate to, uh … hell, actually.”
- Ronald D. Moore
Epitaph: Foolish humans, never escaped Earth.
- Vernor Vinge
It cost too much, staying human.
- Bruce Sterling
We kissed. She melted. Mop please!
- James Patrick Kelly
It’s behind you! Hurry before it
- Rockne S. O’Bannon
I’m your future, child. Don’t cry.
- Stephen Baxter
1940: Young Hitler! Such a cantor!
- Michael Moorcock
Lie detector eyeglasses perfected: Civilization collapses.
- Richard Powers
I’m dead. I’ve missed you. Kiss … ?
- Neil Gaiman
The baby’s blood type? Human, mostly.
- Orson Scott Card
Kirby had never eaten toes before.
- Kevin Smith
Rained, rained, rained, and never stopped.
- Howard Waldrop
To save humankind he died again.
- Ben Bova
We went solar; sun went nova.
- Ken MacLeod
Husband, transgenic mistress; wife: “You cow!”
- Paul Di Filippo
“I couldn’t believe she’d shoot me.”
- Howard Chaykin
Don’t marry her. Buy a house.
- Stephen R. Donaldson
Broken heart, 45, WLTM disabled man.
- Mark Millar
TIME MACHINE REACHES FUTURE!!! … nobody there …
- Harry Harrison
Tick tock tick tock tick tick.
- Neal Stephenson
Easy. Just touch the match to
- Ursula K. Le Guin
New genes demand expression -- third eye.
- Greg Bear
K.I.A. Baghdad, Aged 18 - Closed Casket
- Richard K. Morgan
WORLD'S END. Sic transit gloria Monday.
- Gregory Benford
Epitaph: He shouldn't have fed it.
- Brian Herbert
Batman Sues Batsignal: Demands Trademark Royalties.
- Cory Doctorow
Heaven falls. Details at eleven.
- Robert Jordan
Bush told the truth. Hell froze.
- William Gibson
whorl. Help! I'm caught in a time
- Darren Aronofsky and Ari Handel
Nevertheless, he tried a third time.
- James P. Blaylock
God to Earth: “Cry more, noobs!”
- Marc Laidlaw
Help! Trapped in a text adventure!
- Marc Laidlaw
Thought I was right. I wasn't.
- Graeme Gibson
Lost, then found. Too bad.
- Graeme Gibson
Three to Iraq. One came back.
- Graeme Gibson
Rapture postponed. Ark demanded! Which one?
- David Brin
Dinosaurs return. Want their oil back.
- David Brin
Bang postponed. Not Big enough. Reboot.
- David Brin
Temporal recursion. I'm dad and mom?
- David Brin
Time Avenger's mistaken! It wasn't me...
- David Brin
Democracy postponed. Whence franchise? Ask Diebold...
- David Brin
Cyborg seeks egg donor, object ___.
- David Brin
Deadline postponed. Five words enough...?
- David Brin
Metrosexuals notwithstanding, quiche still lacks something.
- David Brin
Brevity’s virtue? Wired saves adspace. Subscribe!
- David Brin
Death postponed. Metastasized cells got organized.
- David Brin
Microsoft gave us Word. Fiat lux?
- David Brin
Mind of its own. Damn lawnmower.
- David Brin
Singularity postponed. Datum missing. Query Godoogle?
- David Brin
Please, this is everything, I swear.
- Orson Scott Card
I saw, darling, but do lie.
- Orson Scott Card
Osama’s time machine: President Gore concerned.
- Charles Stross
Sum of all fears: AND patented.
- Charles Stross
Ships fire; princess weeps, between stars.
- Charles Stross
Mozilla devastates Redmond, Google’s nuke implicated.
- Charles Stross
Will this do (lazy writer asked)?
- Ken MacLeod
Cryonics: Disney thawed. Mickey gnawed. Omigawd.
- Eileen Gunn
WIRED stimulates the planet: Utopia blossoms!
- Paul Di Filippo
Clones demand rights: second Emancipation Proclamation.
- Paul Di Filippo
MUD avatars rebel: virtual Independence Day.
- Paul Di Filippo
We crossed the border; they killed us.
- Howard Waldrop
H-bombs dropped; we all died.
- Howard Waldrop
Your house is mine: soft revolution.
- Howard Waldrop
Warskiing; log; prop in face.
- Howard Waldrop
The Axis in WWII: haiku! Gesundheit.
- Howard Waldrop
Salinger story: three koans in fountain.
- Howard Waldrop
Finally, he had no more words.
- Gregory Maguire
There were only six words left.
- Gregory Maguire
In the beginning was the word.
- Gregory Maguire
Commas, see, add, like, nada, okay?
- Gregory Maguire
Weeping, Bush misheard Cheney’s deathbed advice.
- Gregory Maguire
Corpse parts missing. Doctor buys yacht.
- Margaret Atwood
Starlet sex scandal. Giant squid involved.
- Margaret Atwood
He read his obituary with confusion.
- Steven Meretzky
Time traveler's thought: "What's the password?"
- Steven Meretzky
I win lottery. Sun goes nova.
- Steven Meretzky
Steve ignores editor's word limit and
- Steven Meretzky
Leia: "Baby's yours." Luke: "Bad news…"
- Steven Meretzky
Parallel universe. Bush, destitute, joins army.
- Steven Meretzky
Dorothy: "Fuck it, I'll stay here."
- Steven Meretzky
I'm interested to hear some of your stories, my readers. I'll post some attempts at some point in the future, either here or on Twitter. (http://zombieproject.blogspot.com, @theoreopwnage)
http://zombieproject.blogspot.com/
home of the bears
I feel like I'm standing in a state of outside of mind understanding, standing outside myself attuned to the unique truths associated with tapping an elemental truth in the universe, that somethings are entirely unknowable and that the unknowable forces of the universe are under a single control, a benevolent control that has spared the chaos of the outside universe, leaving us in an undisturbed ball of peaceful existence while the rest of the universe has choked out of existence around us into a state where nothing can live, sparing us to live in peace until this must be swallowed up as well so he can recreate us in beauty and eternity with limitless understanding and internal peace, beyond human imperfection, and I'm standing in the middle of it all fully aware and awake to the knowledge of the unstoppable storm coming to swallow us up, and I'm standing in the middle of it all, in awe, in acceptance, in graceful peace, opening myself up to all understanding, to the inevitability of my reawakening as a being who achieved his greatest desire, knowledge and peace and understanding. The raging storm in me has quieted and allowed me to pry open my third eye.
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