Tuesday, February 15, 2011


In the event that you come to a crossroads in your life, do not think of others that have traveled them, think only of which one compliments the road you have already traveled and if neither do, you have lost your true path.

Monday, February 14, 2011

philosophy of my own...prt. 1

The path to true self worth is not paved with gold, it is paved with your mind therfore it does not exist, therefore it is only there if you truly believe it is.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Is the after life like this?

When coming within about 10 feet of "the door" it reveals it self to you, and you are amazed. you step inside and there he is its him, the one you've been looking for he stands back disillusioned trying to comprehend how this could happen, there is a silence for many minutes. Hello....you say to him, hi....he says back almost without feeling, as though he is trying to distance himself.Welcome to my home...he says, where have you been....you say, here he says. you look around you see the most comfortable and beautiful house you have ever seen.you stare back at him, what is this....you ask,the after life...he says,heaven or hell?....you say, neither....he says, it has its own special place, for...special situations...he says, do you even recognize me?...you say, yes...he says. You look out side and see you friend struggling with one of the creatures, the other one prowling outside "the door" your friend finally gets flipped on his back and gets pinned down as the creature starts sinking his head through what seems like a portal in your friends chest your friend is now rithing with pain as he is helpless. My friend is in trouble!...you shout to him

you jump out side to get some emotion out of him he goes outside to save you proving he still cares he then somehow manages to save your friend bringing him inside too you all then sit down with a new found admiration for him

you walk over to a giant window on the wall and ask him about it he says this is my window to the world i was allowed to break a very big rule back there usually i am not to step foot outside this sanctum this is where i watch the world pass by i can go anywhere i want...anywhere whether its too samall for the house or not whether its on earth or not i can feel the breeze through the window i can hear people talk, yell, sing,yeah all the good stuff.it allows me so much yet it keeps me from so much. you then say the breeze is nice he says yes i dont even have to turn on the air conditioner when its this cool he then chuckles(just showing that something so trival as not wanting to turn on the airconditioning can follow us)

Wednesday, February 9, 2011


As I lay in the wake of a thousand words, never blinking, never breathing, always thinking, never to smell touch, or feel again, always sleeping, always.... as i feel the pain setting in, i close my eyes I feel somthing, somthing new, somthing cold, swirling around me, getting louder, aND LOUDER, AND LOUDER, closing in on me grasping me tightly. I try to break free, but I cant, it wont let me, it will never let me and suddenly there was silence, silence like you have never heard, never experienced before. It had stoped, I was free, free to lay my foot prints across this world and nothing more, for I was at its will, never to make my own decisions always controlled, always.....It is now swarming inside of me like a wild ocean, it grew soft and i heard it, the steady beat, not of heart I gave that long ago, maybe it was the ocean itself throbbing as though it were fighting for air in a desiesed cloud that of its own creation.....As i lay in the wake of my own decisions I look at myselfand I think were they of importance? And if they were, why was there a wake, there must have been somthing wrong.....As I feel around blindly not knowing where to go my eyes burning intensly as though they were not ready to see what they were seeing, the playfullness of a new sunrise mocking me with my imperfections as I stand in awe I realize...its not real, nothing is, nothing will ever be........

Monday, February 7, 2011

well again...

Well again it comes, again it shuns, again it leaves, again it runs Away from everything it sees, away from all its dirty deeds. It comes across what is thought as rare, only to realize that it isnt there. Whatever it has seen come and go, its face it truely will not show. Across...across my mind it....corrupts. Defenceless thoughts shot... they never even had a chance. Have you ever asked the question...Do I exsist? Could I be? Did you know that just by simply asking that question you continue to? All these words  I can not see, shifting aroud trying to bleed. Well I can tell you one thing for sure Count on which you can not count on. For when you truley see the world around you, expect somthing to block your view. Hearts beating, cant control. Shouting now but its too cold. I give myself time to breathe, counting on which i can not see. Still reluctant stubborn as ever, hard to believe its getting better. Still I wonder why Ive said, drifting now its time for bed.

Sunday, February 6, 2011


what is texture but a series of ups and downs
wat is texture but a mountain range
wat is texture but a polygraph test
wat is texture but a sound frequency
if texture is sound
then sound can be felt...
if sound is a polygraph test
then sound cannot be lied to
if sound is a mountain range
then sound can only be conquered by few

Saturday, February 5, 2011

you cant do that

so to my friend i was like dude thats gay
and then this random girl overheard me and was like can u plz not say that >:[
and i was like y lol
and then she was like its offensive to gay ppl
and i was like but i wasnt talking about gay ppl
and then she was like you described something that was bad as gay
and i was like yea lol
and then she was like thats offensive to gay ppl
and then i was like but i changed the definition of gay to mean bad, not homosexual
and then she was like you cant do that