Fluxing the Scorpion Sparrow

The Darkness Comes and the Darkness goes

2009-08-17T05:25:00.000-04:00

You may not see the end of it
But luckily she comes around
It isn't what she talks about
It's just the way she is

(..and she says)
Ooh darlin' don't you know
The darkness comes and the darkness goes
(...and she says)
Ooh babe why don't you let it go?
Happiness ain't never how you think it should be so

I mystified the simple life
I covered up with consciousness
I saw myself and broke it down
'Til nothing more was left
She saw the symptoms right away
And spoke to me in poetry
"Sometimes the more you wonder why
The worse it seems to get"

(...and she says)
Ooh darlin don't you know
The darkness comes and the darkness goes
(...and she says)
Ooh babe why don't you let it go?
Happiness ain't never how you think it should be so
But she runs away
She runs away....

And then you know there comes a time
You need her more than anything
You may believe yours are the wounds
That only she can heal
Then everything will turn around
And she becomes so serious
What she choose to offer you
Was all that you could have

(...and she says)
Ooh darlin don't you know
The darkness comes and the darkness goes
(...and she says)
Ooh babe why don't you let it go?
Happiness ain't never how you think it should be so
But she runs away
She runs away...
She runs away...
She runs away...

What's at the renegade craft fair? Buttons.

2007-06-17T02:29:00.000-04:00

I feel as if I'm in a novel. I've read this novel long ago. I imagined it perfectly in my mind. I lay my head on your neck and see a flash image of this long forgotten world in my mind. Everything around me stops. The world comes to a halt.

I walk down the street unsure whose footsteps I feel beneath me. The soft wind blows in a dark but starless sky.

I walk out of the subway into a dark park slope. Midnight came and went long ago. Behind me I hear tears I can no longer tend to. A longed for eternal hug overwhelms me.

I am emotionless this day. I walked in an empty public pool with crafty people. I tasted new flavors that have addicted me. I remembered who my soul would never let me forget to be.

I've never seen such a crafty skirt.

My Foreign Music Pic of the Week - Stereo Total!

2006-12-02T00:48:00.000-05:00

Ok, these guys rock it French/German style! Go to their myspace page… http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=3370361

Then go to their home page where you can download some amazing older stuff from them… http://www.stereototal.de/music/download_rare.html

This is a bit of their history:
In the winter 1992/93 Françoise Cactus and Brezel Göring met while shopping in a bakery in Adalbertstraße, Berlin. Françoise played in the French girl-garage-punk-R'n'R-Band Lolitas (they released 5 albums in Germany and France and toured all over Europe and America) and Brezel had the experimental-noise-copyright-ignoring-tapeloop-soundeffects project called Sigmund Freud Experience (they did 3 vinyl-records, 100 copies each). The logo of the band was shown on the backside of the first record "OH AH". This sign was painted on a mix-tape Françoise made for Brezel which was named STEREO TOTAL. At this time it was impossible to find a label with this unusual mix of musical influences and languages: the band played French Chanson, Disco, Rockabilly, Garage in a very minimal, simplified, essential way with self built guitars and cheap electronics: the lyrics where French or German.

Adver-tease

2006-11-30T02:00:00.000-05:00

Is it wrong how much I seem to like the old navy and gap christmas songs? Or all their other commercials?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nEOM9RnaRkA&mode=related&search=

http://www.gap.com/browse/category.do?cid=26203&mlink=16591,650755,17&clink=650755

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d4Hu6up9Xng

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJ2XBzq387c

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V4mYjc7g-so

I think so. The problem is it's not just the latest comercials. Many of my friends will remember my short obsessions with the gap comercial that had "Jasmine on my mind" playing in the back ground. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2SGIZBnAKA I could have watched that commercial for days!

Do I buy anything at gap or old navy? Not really. Do I appreciate their forcing mainstream artists to create such catchy toons, or tricking actors into dancing like fools, or paying models to lipsing? You bet ya I do!

KICK!

2006-11-29T02:10:00.000-05:00

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History always repeats itself!

2006-11-28T17:48:00.000-05:00

This was the question:
Who created the stigma that hairy + man = manly and sexy?I mean it's obvious hairy + women = unsexy, but whoever says men with hair all over them is sexy?I mean sure, you are good to have around in the winter time, but how else are you useful?

This was the obvious answer!:

How else are we useful! First of all I have exclusive hairy man rights to my body type. I mean how many guys can claim the manliness of a hairy body perfectly proportioned? I have the legs of a tiger! The arms of a bear! The chest of an eagle! And the back of a dolphin! I'm like a freakin' superhero!

So, yes we are warm in the wintertime, that's true. We are also always in fashion. How so, you ask? Hairless men are forever that, hairless. We hairy men have 'options'. If I want to be less hairy today than I was yesterday it would only take a simple set of clippers. Non-hairies are forever stuck looking like they have the body of a 13-year-old. Now you may think, "why would anyone want to be hairy?" Have you ever heard of fashion repeating itself? I'm telling you the days of the Tom Selleck chest are coming back. You may not want to believe me, but you know in your heart it will happen.

Next, if you think running your fingers through the hair on a man's head is sexy then you will be tingling with delight at running your fingers through the hair of a man's ENTIRE body! Oh my!

Lastly, most girls are hairy too. They spend all this time shaving and waxing and trimming, but they still feel self-conscience about being hairy. Now if you have a man who has less body hair than you... well, I don't know about you, but I'd have some self esteem issues. However, if your man was always hairier than you no matter how long you waited between waxings you'd never feel bad about your body. You'd get out of the shower, after deciding not to shave your legs that day, look at your man’s hairy naked body and step legs out of the shower with pride!

So, don't knock the hairy man. He is the foundation of our society.

Music Pic Of The Week - Camera Obscura

2006-11-28T11:56:00.000-05:00

Ya, their from Glaslow, Scotland. Ya, they've been around for a while. Ya, they are a bit on the country side. However, they have enough ingenuity and pop that I felt they need to be put on my pick of the week. Their new album is great even if they did loose their male singer, eliminating the back and forth ballets. Take a listen to "If looks could kill".

http://www.myspace.com/cameraobscuraband

Freckles Are The New Diamonds!

2006-11-25T13:33:00.000-05:00

Come out of the shadows! I hate it that you stay in the shadows. I hate that you can conceal yourself in this way. Why do we play these games? Why do we work this way? You see me. I see you. You think you know me. I think I know you. Now remove the vale.
What if you knew your own power? What if you understood what few others do? What if you decided to choose a life demure? What if you chose to live the life less than who you were? What could possibly motivate this type of action in a person? What is so great that a person would give up his own ability? It would first of all have to be something greater than himself. Could that be another? How can another person be greater than one’s self? Any human has the ability to be greater than another at one time or another. So would he be willing to live this life less lived for a human whom only at times was greater than he? Seems foolish. No, it could not be a reason, or a motivation, or a drive with in another. That would not last long. Only one thing could cause this man to live a life lesser… God. Nothing else can work. No one else can motivate him to give up the reward of his own abilities. Nothing is greater than the reward of his own abilities than the reward that is unaccomplished by his own abilities. The only things out a true man’s reach are the things held in God’s hands. So he sheds off his former life and does not turn around to what his self could have possibly brought him, for it can not compare to that in the hand that is reaching out for him.

Here Is A Page From My Old Book

2006-11-17T02:59:00.000-05:00

Today, in an effort to move a dump truck load of dirt by shovel and wheelbarrow, I tore the sole off my shoe. Instantly a horrible childhood memory, I had seemingly forgotten, rushed back to me. It was a muggy morning in May 1988. I awoke with anger to the sound of my father's knock, beckoning me to another hated day at school. Two weeks earlier my shorts had torn at the mid-seams in a horrible jungle jim mishap. I thought I would never hear the end of the jokes and ridicule by my dear Pinelock Elementary buddies. If only I knew what this morning was to bring I would have run away the night before, but few eight year olds have the ability to foretell the future. Getting out of bed I slumped my way into the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready. In our bathroom was a large fan nailed against the window, my only relief in an airconditionless home. Putting my face up against it I began to practice my best, "LUKE, I AM YOUR FATHER!" routine, to the endless praise and elation of my own mind. After dressing myself, paying close attention to any potential wardrobe malfunctions, I went to the breakfast table for yet another cheerios covered in honey breakfast. Before I could finish it was time to go. I ran to my room and put on my sneaks. As I ran back to the door the sole of my fragile payless shoe caught on a step, tearing it loose. Shocked and horrified I announced that I was not able to go to school today! My father walked up to me, looked down, and said in a strong heroic voice, "Don’t worry son! I can fix this!" As my father walked away I was instantly happy, for in my mind I thought for sure this meant a quick stop by the shoe store for a new pair. Oh, was I ever so wrong. Two seconds later he reappeared with a roll of duct tape. "Duct tape?" I thought, "why does he have duct tape?" To my horror he took my shoe and its sole, wrapped the duct tape around them both about ten times and triumphantly handed his creation back to me. Noticing my look of confusion he said, "Go ahead. Put it on." The next thing I knew I was doing my best to explain to the kids in my class why having duct tape on your shoe was something all the cool kids were doing. I don’t think they bought it. As my memory faded and 2005 reappeared, I looked down at my soleless shoe and surprisingly thought, "Duct tape!"

The Music Pic of the Week - We Are Phoenix!

2006-11-11T14:36:00.000-05:00

Four Parisian boys with brotherly love, set out for Berlin last summer, settling down at Planet Roc studios, in former East Germany, without a single song written but determined to write, record and produce their third album themselves with no outside participation and no compromises. http://www.myspace.com/wearephoenix

2006-11-08T16:57:00.000-05:00

Nothing can truely be learned until you understand fear.

Nothing can be completely understood until you understand fear.

2006-11-08T16:51:00.000-05:00

We've all been given different faces. Some serious. Some beautiful. Some silly. Some Happy. Some dark. Some pale. Some sad... Does this have a large effect on who we are or as others see us?

My Pick Of The Week

2006-11-07T23:53:00.000-05:00

Morning Kills the Dark pretty much tells the story of the last year or so of our lives. Kala's and mine, that is. It's the two of us and our best friend Richard that are the heart of Biirdie. Together and apart we pieced together the album from recording sessions from at least six different locations that include Mike Andrews' Glendale home, Travis Huff's Los Feliz backyard studio, Richard and his mom's Jacksonville, Florida, home, Kala's brother Fred's Hollywood Hills home and our West Hollywood apartment when our lousy neighbors weren't around. http://www.flyawaybiirdie.com/

2006-11-06T02:31:00.001-05:00

Rock is dead. Long live paper and scissors!

2006-11-05T21:26:00.000-05:00

I went all the way to Honduras to loose a necklace that had a soul encapsuled within it.

2006-11-05T21:18:00.000-05:00

My words are me desperately clinging to the debry of a once proud ship in a vast ocean.

2006-11-05T21:12:00.000-05:00

The peace of the breeze through the leafs, the songs of the birds, broken by the sirens of reality.

2006-11-05T19:35:00.001-05:00

"you're a confusing person, Martin. A paradox that only you partly understand"

The Challenging Ghost.

2006-11-03T19:34:00.000-05:00

Do you think you can challenge me? That's all I want. All I want is for someone to challange me on a daily basis, but eveyone falls short. I love teaching, but hate having to live my work. I'm not saying I'm better, or smarter, or prettier. ;) What I am saying is... Bring it on! But no one ever does. :(

Too Much, To Touch, Two Nose

2006-10-27T00:40:00.000-04:00

A Piece Of Puzzle With A Side Of Ice Cream

2006-10-24T15:07:00.000-04:00

Original Message:
Today I found a 20,000 piece puzzle. As I touched each piece I knew exactly where it went. I can not find the last piece. Should I start a new puzzle or keep this one with the missing piece?

Replies:
- A new piece must be fabricated. Improvisation drive the creative mind. Fractly exactly. It will be your knowledge alone of it's fabrication and that will make the restrained smile worthwile.
- Just counting the pieces would have taken you the whole day.
- You say screw it and order chineese food
- Nothing is perfect. Even being incomplete. Move on from the missing piece, but don't forget about it. Save it for a better day. You're saving time that would be spent in vain.
- Is this a metaphor for your life? If so, I believe we are all lacking a piece and just some are more noticeable than others. Only the foolish focus on the missing puzzle pieces of others. I say you embrace the piece missing. The rest of the puzzle is fantastic the way it is. If this is a literal puzzle then I say just get some cardboard and make it fit! Incompletion in hardly failure. Even if we toiled it would never be complete, just close enough.
- If it's one of the courner pieces just take off all the courner pieces. It will make it unique.
- You are the missing piece.
- We have taken a pole and we think you should keep the puzzle.
-

Where Monkeys And Kittens Run Hand And Paw

2006-10-16T23:47:00.000-04:00

Here We Go

2006-10-03T15:08:00.000-04:00

This is how it works, It feels a little worse, Than when we drove our hearse, Right through that screaming crowd, While laughing up a storm, Until we were just bone, Until it got so warm, That none of us could sleep, And all the styrofoam, Began to melt away, We tried to find some words, To aid in the decay, But none of them were home, Inside their catacomb, A million ancient bees, Began to sting our knees, While we were on our knees, Praying that disease, Would leave the ones we love, And never come again,

On the radio, We heard November Rain, That solo's really long, But it's a pretty song, We listened to it twice, 'Cause the DJ was asleep,

This is how it works, You're young until you're not, You love until you don't, You try until you can't, You laugh until you cry, You cry until you laugh, And everyone must breathe, Until their dying breath, No, this is how it works, You peer inside yourself,You take the things you like, And try to love the things you took, And then you take that love you made, And stick it into some, Someone else's heart, Pumping someone else's blood, And walking arm in arm, You hope it don't get harmed, But even if it does, You'll just do it all again,

And on the radio You hear November Rain That solo's awful long But it's a good refrain You listen to it twice 'Cause the DJ is asleep On the radio

Following The Brights

2006-10-03T14:53:00.000-04:00

Wake up, take your pills dear, I know this time of year ain't right for you... you came with a sickness, shot down back in Christmas, Kamikaze rain... and I'm sure you've lost that weight again, I'm sure the pills keeping pouring in, like smoke that falls, it's caving into you... so put me on a plane, and fly me to anywhere... with you... one night... when you woke up, you bled... till you spoke up, oh this ain't pretty dear, with clocks, watch the time go... till spring, when the sun canfinally be free... and I'm sure you've lost that weight again, I'm sure the pills keeping pouring in, we'll scream at night, to make it go away... so put me on a plane, and fly me to anywhere... with you...

Incognito

2006-09-24T05:28:00.000-04:00

I'll be out of contact with the world for this next week. I'll be on a boat in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico. This means no cell phone, no computer, no contact at all. If you come looking for me I wont' be. See you in a week. :)

A+L+G+E+B+R+A

2006-09-24T04:49:00.000-04:00

How can you miss someone you've never known? How can you leave behind someone you've never met? How can you feel at home in a place you can't be sure exists? How can you teach someone algebra without chasing their ghosts away? When do you stop believing someone is just like you and start believing they are just copying you?

I fell in love with a hope, but that hope was in a human. My hope was not that they would save me. My hope was not that they would fix any of my broken parts. My hope was not that she would turn my life into a paradise. My hope was not that she would change for me. My hope was not that I would fix her life. My hope was not to be her world. My hope was only to look in her eyes and watch her lips form words I have already heard. For reasons I'm not privileged to know she has covered her eyes and muzzled her own mouth.

Never once in my life have I been desperate. Never Have I known this pain. I've fallen in love with a ghost. It's funny and sad, for I have fallen in love with a mirror reflection of myself.

It was satan's last cut. He handed out swords to all I cared about, but I had hoped so much she would have laid her's down. It's depressing- I've been cut so many times that the pain no longer slows me down. I move forward with the pain and the sorrow filed deep with in my map makers satchel.

The storm grows stronger everyday. Satan's hand presses down hard on me, but I refuse to give up. My eyes burn blue and the angel stands at my side, finally proud of me. I will not give up this feeling as easily as my enemies may assume. I can finally hold my head up as I fight this storm that never seems to abide. I say thank you to those who have turned their swords on me. I say thank you to those who have let satan turn them into puppets. For each time you do so Jehovah counteracts your wickedness with increased provisions of strength and clarity. Do not be so foolish as to assume what you have wickedly sown will reap sunshine.

My sword glows bright with honor and light. My shield defends those I love. My shoulder carries the weak. My leg muscles flex with external strength. I once thought I stood alone in this uniquely strong storm, but as the storm grows stronger I see more and more loving souls defying my storm with me. We may be few, but we are different than the rest. We are one of the most rag tag misfit looking groups you have ever seen, but together we are unstoppable. We wear mickey mouse ears, we wear candy stripped shorty shorts, we have poofy hair, we drive the cars of the dead, we ride on skate boards, and we all laugh like idiots, and I love you all for standing in the darkness with me.

Our fight is near it's end. I will not give up, nor give up on any of you, so close to the end. We are the defyants. We are the group within the group. he is afraid of us, for we defy the odds. This is a warning to you all- we are each others defenders, and you will not see us coming.

What's the difference between San Diego and Portland, between New York and Boston? I keep chasing the rising sun forgetting that if I just wait for it to set it will eventually rise right in front of me.

What's the difference between being raised on a boat and being raised in the desert? What's the difference between 24 and 34?

I thought I was the addition of a hundred different parts, but instead I am the result of an algebraic equation.

You gave me auguastana in exchange for black marketing my heart.

You passed me up before you knew who me was. I found my place. I feel for those having passed up the oyster despite the pearl.

Sunshine and Sympathy

2006-09-24T04:37:00.000-04:00

Why can't you just forget about algebra? It's all about you now. And all your talk of logic and formula could never help you now. Not anymore. Cause you were always on the run from the darkness in your heart. So you wear it on the outside of your chest. I have taken the liberty To tell your ghost to go. Bribing them with Sunlight and Sympathy. They promised not to show for a while. Cause you were always the little boy who couldn't keep it to yourself. So your heart Is on the outside of your chest. At the speed of light you moved inside my home. Nothing is alright If you are still alone, and your heart is greater than the sum of you and everyone. But still you're always on the run from the poison in your lungs. And your heart is on the outside of your chest.

We Came Face To Face

2006-09-05T17:03:00.000-04:00

Riot Van

2006-09-05T17:00:00.000-04:00

For those of you who know check out the sparrow.

Selfish

2006-08-29T23:53:00.000-04:00

I found a picture of myself not being myself, so here I am all to myself.

Tip the Sea, Sip the Tea

2006-08-28T01:45:00.000-04:00

Summer time and the wind is blowing outside in lower Chelsea, and I don't know what I'm doing in this city. The sun is always in my eyes. It crashes through the windows, and I'm sleeping on the couch. When I came to visit you that's when I knew I could never have you. I knew that before you did. Still I'm the one who's stupid. And there's this burning. Like there's always been. I never been so alone. And I've never been so alive.

Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by. The cigarette ash flies in your eyes, and you don't mind. You smile and say the world doesn't fit with you. I don't believe you. You're so serene Careening through the universe. Your axis on a tilt. You're guiltless and free. I hope you take a piece of me with you.

And there's things I'd like to do that you don't believe in. I would like to build something, but you never see it happen.

And there's this burning like there's always been. I've never been so alone, and I've, I've never been so alive. And there's this burning. There is this burning.

Where's the soul I want to know.

New York City is evil.
The surface is everything, but I could never do that. Someone would see through that.

And this is our last time we'll be friends again. I'll get over you, you'll wonder who I am.

And there's this burning. Just like there's always been. I've never been so alone, alone, and I've, and I've never been so alive. So alive.

I go home to the coast, it starts to rain. I paddle out on the water alone taste the salt and taste the pain.

I'm not thinking of you again.

Summer dies, and swells rise. The sun goes down in my eyes. See this rolling wave darkly coming to take me home.

And I've never been so alone.
And I've never been so alive...

A Plague On Both Your Houses!

2006-08-25T03:26:00.000-04:00

Night Clouds

2006-08-24T18:12:00.000-04:00

Original message:
"Night clouds are the lost dreams of searching souls."
Replies:
"Their spirit stripped and utterly alone."
"Some dreams are better lost."
"I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad that the dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had."
"You’re crazy."
"Beneath the twisted web of lies we weave, lies the truth which even we don’t believe."
"I can’t remember if everything is the same and what you think I should be!" "New dreams are hidden in the depths of the seas, but those are the least expected."
"The road less traveled no longer exists."

When I Was In Paris I met Her and Yves Klein "Saut Dans Le Vide"

2006-08-24T16:32:00.000-04:00

I can't imagine all the people that you knowAnd the places that you goWhen the lights are turned down lowAnd I don't understandAll the things you've seenBut I'm slipping in betweenYou and your big... dreamsIt's always you and my big dreamsAnd you tell meThat it's overBut i can't stand here in a patch of four leaf cloverAnd your restlessAnd I'm nakedYou've got to get outYou can't stand to see me shakingNo, could you let me goI didn't think soAnd you don't want to be here in the futureSo you sayThe present's just a pleasantInterruption to the pastAnd you don't want to look much closer'Cause you're afraid to find out all the hopeThat you had sent into the sky by now had... crashedAnd it did because of meAnd then you bring me homeAfraid to find out that you're alone, noAnd I'm sleeping in your living roomBut we don't have much roomTo liveAnd I had dreams that i would learn to play guitarMaybe cross the countryBecome a rockstarAnd there was hope in meThat I could take you thereBut dammit you're so youngBut I don't think I careAnd if I hurt you then i'm sorryPlease don't think that this was easyAnd then you bring me home'Cause we both know what its like to be alone, noAnd I'm dreaming in your living roomBut we don't have much roomTo liveKonstantine came walking down the stairsDoesn't she look goodStanding in her underwear?And i've been thinking, and i've thinking, noBut she's been drinkingAnd it doesn't get me anywhereMy Konstantine came walking down the stairsAnd all that I could doWas touch her long blond hairAnd I was thinking, what I was thining ya knowWe've been drinking and it doesn't get me anywhereThis is because I can spell konfusion with a KIt's hard to like itIt's to dying in anothers armsAnd why i had to try itIt's to jimmy eat worldAnd those nights in my carBut this time i'm alone, and i don't see those starsI'm not your star?Isn't that what you saidWhat you thought this song meantYou thought this song meantAnd if this is what it takesJust to lie in my mistakesAnd live with what I did to youAnd all the things i put you throughI always catch the clock it's 11:11And now you want to talkIt's not hard to dreamYou'll always be my KonstantineThey'll never hurt you like I doNo, They'll never hurt you like I doNo, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, NoThis is to a girl who got into my headWith all these pretty things she didHey Baby, You know that you keep me up in bedIt's to a girl who got into my headWith all the screwed up things I didHey maybe baby, you could keep me up in bedMy KonstantineSpin around me like a dreamWe played out on this movie screenAnd I said,Did you know I miss youDid you know I miss youDid you know I miss youDid you know I miss youDid you know I miss youDid you know I miss youDid you know I miss youGod, I miss youAnd then you bring me homeAnd we'll go to sleep but this time not alone, no no,And you'll kiss me in your living room, ohAnd you see, no, that i've been missing in my Living roomCause this is what i miss, what i missWe don't have much roomI said, does anybody need that room?Because we all need a little more roomTo liveMy Konstantine

Too Old

2006-08-18T23:33:00.000-04:00

We'll do it all Everything On our own We don't need Anything Or anyone If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world? I don't quite know How to say How I feel Those three words Are said too much They're not enough If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world? Forget what we're told Before we get too old Show me a garden that's bursting into life Let's waste time Chasing cars Around our heads I need your grace To remind me To find my own If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world? Forget what we're told Before we get too old Show me a garden that's bursting into life All that I am All that I ever was Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see I don't know where Confused about how as well Just know that these things will never change for us at all If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Too Old

2006-08-18T18:08:00.000-04:00

Too Old

2006-08-18T02:40:00.000-04:00

Too Old

2006-08-18T00:47:00.000-04:00

Too Old

2006-08-17T19:04:00.000-04:00

Hidden Behind Clear Curtains

2006-08-11T15:37:00.000-04:00

I Cropped Out Josh and Rondal To Make This A More Incriminating Picture Of Myself

2006-08-11T15:35:00.000-04:00

We Are Each Others Personal Jesters

2006-08-11T15:28:00.000-04:00

"Five Hours Later Preston Finally Got On That Train To Boston"

2006-08-05T20:05:00.000-04:00

1. Graduate [Remix] - Third Eye Blind
2. Can't Get Enough of You Baby - Smash Mouth
3. Dammit - blink-182
4. I Walk In - Brougham
5. Turn It Up (Remix)/Fire It Up - Busta Rhymes
6. Hit 'Em Wit da Hee [Remix] - Missy Elliott
7. Swing My Way [Remix] - Envyi
8. Flash Light - Parliament
9. It's Tricky - Run-D.M.C.
10. High - Feeder
11. Tell Me What to Say - Black Lab
12. Farther Down - Matthew Sweet
13. Can't Hardly Wait - The Replacements
14. Umbrella - Dog's Eye View
15. Paradise City - Guns N' Roses

Here Lay Before You Memories Of What Was Once Called Beyond The Stairs (Originally Posted Over One Year Ago)

2006-07-31T01:07:00.000-04:00

More revisions for you to hate
If all else in this world is imagined, just some fever-induced dream of mine, you are the only reality that I can hold on to. You are the only thing that I can feel is real, the only thing of substance in my mind and heart. Everything else may pass away and my world would be no different, but if you were to be taken away then what point would there to anything? You are the movement of muscle and bone, the electrical impulse that electrified my heart to beatÂ Have you ever come around a corner in an art museum and been thrown emotionally a back by a masterpiece? It moves you so much that your eyes open unblinkingly wide, you breath in the fullest expanse of your lungs, the hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention, the tips of your fingers tingle for want of a tactile desire to feel itÂs greatness, your head floats back and forth trying to take it all in without missing a single point of color? You are that masterpiece to me. You are the greatest, most perfect, designed to make my heart stir, poetic masterpiece. You contain every color that I love in the exact amounts that I love them, and in combinations that I never realized could so move me. I try to take you in in one look, but it is impossible. You are all encompassing. You are everything I never knew I could ever want and need.

Unhidden agenda
How do I put it to words?These affections that are returned, but undesired. Genius she is. Perfection her bones."I have to learn to think more of myself. I should not make her my motivation," are her words.Motivation: That which gives purpose and direction to behavior.She is the first ripple in the sea of my life. The first movement. I canÂt ignore it. She is motivation, the movement of my flesh and soul.Each breath without her goes no further than my throat. My heart accepts no strength devoid of her.What is my motivation now? Me, the man trained to sacrifice self for others? Me, the man who has already accomplished every selfish thing he desired? She was the key to reviving my long since lifeless soul. The key to the once believed unturnable lock. She has freed my desire, but what good is freedom if you have no purpose?When she awoke it she branded my soul hers. Beaten and abused as it may be, it is all I have and I offer it to you.

Superhero
Ever felt like a superhero? Like you could defend the weak and helpless? That you would do so no matter what the pain and sacrifice to yourself? I feel as if I should be a superhero. Just the idea of it all seems so novel. As a superhero I could help the weak and abused, yet resend to my alter ego when I wanted to avoid the praise and veneration. My idea does have one major flaw. To be a superhero you need a superpower. What is my super power? The ability to read emotions? The ability to manipulate thoughts? Double jointedness? Can any of these count? I once thought I could talk to cats, however that seems more like a woman's superpower. But all hope is not lost, for there are those superheroes with absolutely no super powers to speak of. All they have is the desire to help those in need. I have that desire! I will be a superhero! Now all I need to do is make a super suit with "MEOW-MAN" on it.

Thought
I am between two different worlds.One a budding star.The other a world powerful and strong, formed and unique from all others.How can I choose? Why would they choose me?Can my self-created-externally-influenced world continue to exist? Will I consume the budding star, dooming her to be a single light among hundreds? Or can two so distinct worlds exist around the same sun?When they collide will they crumble, their pieces only to be recognized as the two great worlds they once were?Or will their brilliant pieces yearn to be together forming a new unparalleled unique creation?

Freedom
Death comes swiftly for those who ride her wings.Diving, twirling, plummeting,she wrenches life from itÂs chains.Unseen she causes fear.Those observing feel no pain.Sleeping, waking, loving, hating she makes no distinctions.Her black wings envelop all of mankindÂs oceans.Find her calling card in spears, guns, knifes, and potions.

Institutions
There are two main institutions in life. The institutions of higher learning, A.K.A. university, and the institution of marriage. While ease dropping on a coffee shop conversation last night I heard a woman say that marriage is the most horrible of all institutions. I wondered what it was that made her draw such a conclusion. This was my queue to hold my book in the direction of the conversation, so as to hear better. Soon she revealed that she had been through a horrible marriage. There was the reason. Maybe the institution of marriage is very closely related to the institution of higher learning. Almost anyone can go to a community college, or a technical college, but you will gain less than if you had attended a prestigious university. However, to be accepted into the prestigious university you have to put forth effort before you even get there. You have to do well in high school; you have to do well on your application; you have to do well in community activities... Then after you get there the real work begins. The point to working hard at it is: the more work you put in to your college career the more you will get out of it. The institution of marriage also has its different levels. You can have a community college marriage, a technical college marriage, or you can have a Harvard marriage. It all depends on what kind of effort you put forth before the marriage even begins. Then after you have been accepted in to the marital "bonds" you must work hard to keep that Harvard or Cambridge marriage. If you start to slip or slack at your work you will start to fail and you will either be kicked out or graduate with nothing to offer. I believe the coffee shop lady had a community college marriage.

Poetry
It was in her eyes that you could see it. The reflection of endless thoughts.

Walking Backwards
There were two of me: Good Christian (Insert Name Here) who wanted to be normal and lead an exemplary life, and dark degenerated (Insert Name Here) who lived only to lust. Sometimes, in the study, I'd look out the window and watch the sun disappear behind a wooly, navy-blue cloud, and the cloud's core would be dark but its edges would be gilded like my unwanted goodness. That's what I was. I was a gilt-edged cloud with a core of darkness.

Sleepless nights
Last night I found I was unable to allow myself to find the pillow packed in some unlabeled box. There was no point really. I refused to go to sleep for more important things were needing to be addressed. Most of the night was spent looking through the ceiling during my conversation with Jehovah. My dreams of late have forced me to realize that I am not comfortable with what I have done in the past few years. I contemplated all night and in conversation with Jehovah what my next step would be. Finding that no writing appeared on the wall I got up, put on some, when it's dark only, clothes and headed to the local hall. I sat there wondering when the angel would appear. Suddenly I realized that if it did I would be scared out of my mind. Considering the matter I decided that the fear it would cause would only strength my respect for Jehovah. "Please, put the fear in me" I prayed "please, let me see something." Alas, nothing was there. Not being completely without hope I got out of the car and decided to bury a number of coins underneath the air conditioner. Why, I can't really say. I just felt moved to. Then it hit me. Jehovah can't make something wonderful appear for me and not anyone else. It would be unfair. "I promise I won't tell anyone", was the next prayer I gave. Apparently, Jehovah has been watching me and knows I can't be trusted. I drove off still looking for a tree to move, or the sound of thunder in a cloudless sky. But what I heard was merely the noise of my poor old muffler asking for a quick death. As I walked back into my bare apartment I began to write. The writing was so quick and furious that I don't believe any but I could make it out. It's probably better that way. Tonight I go back and to see what has become of the coins! :)'

What makes deciding so hard?
Do you ever find that you look back on a decision and wonder if you actually made it, or was it just that you ran out of time and knew one must be made? How do you feel about such decisions? I usually feel they are not best, but are merely better than nothing. I don't know if that is true or not. I guess it matters what you would do with the nothing. Would it force you to look for what you really wanted or would it just cause you to literally do nothing? I hate that time is so precious. I must make the most of every bit of time I have or I will just be wasting what can never be recovered.

Kitchen life
A flash image of what I think married life with you will be like:ItÂs some time after six in the evening. You are cooking something that I do not recognize, but smells delightful with spices and bitters. I just sit and watch you in the kitchen. I canÂt help but smile because you are smiling. ItÂs your "Oh! I love food!" smile. Your "This is so good for you! I am making my love healthy and strong!" smile. I hear the sizzle of olive oil, the bubble of boiling water, the humming of happy songs coming from your throat, interrupted every few seconds by a piece of food youÂve popped in to your mouth. Followed by the obvious Julia Chiles rip off, "Ummm! Delicious! Here, try some!" I hear your bare feet as they slide across the floor. I feel your mostly worn out ÂI donÂt give a damnÂ summer dress rubbing against my legs as you dance back and forth with the bits and pieces of sample food you provide me, as if you are one of those lovely ladies at the super market that seems to take it as a personal insult if you donÂt at least try one of their samples. I feel the heat of the summer night mixing with that of the oven and stove. The humidity perusing in and out of the open windows carries the sounds of crickets and weighs down your dress to show the womanly form that lies just beneath the thin pastel colored fabric. I want to join in,to be a good husband and help you with the cooking, but I donÂt want to stop the beautiful dance of life you are emitting. So, Instead I greedily sit and enjoy this flash image of a joyous life only possible because of you. Hoping I can hold it in my foolish memory forever.

Get me through it
It is late into the night. The light from a single red shaded lamp in our bedroom illuminates our queen sized wooden bed and our warm bodies in it. My back is propped up against the headboard on which you and I painted flowers, stars, angry moons, and what ever else our newlywed minds thought of that day. You lay flat snuggled against me, holding on as if some great wind may blow me away. I look out into the nothingness of our room, through the dark red flower embroidered wallpapered walls, through the thin silk curtains, through the window itself, out into where thought and reality mix. Minutes pass. Looking down at you I breathe in deep and as my chest slowly lowers, a smile of contentment and peace slowly forms over my face. I pray to Jehovah, "Please donÂt let this system end now. Just let me hold onto this moment a little bit longer!" As I slide down next to you, with my face across from yours, I know all is well. This system will soon be over, and until then I have you and the gift of this moment to get me through it.

Sparrow Five Dies

2006-07-23T21:22:00.000-04:00

My dear friends and others. Blogs are beautiful, but mine is not good for the masses. Considering such my public blogging days are ending. Thanks for all the good times and drama.

Phineahs Gray

A College Ruled Paper That Was Half Burnt

2006-07-20T14:04:00.000-04:00

You can’t read this, but I know you can hear me. My signals weak but my heart is strong. I’ve never been known for the signal that I give off, but no one can ignore my heart. Does it scare you? It should! Few face it and stay. Only the unique and the brave hold true. I love you few. You are my reason. You are my strength. Your names aren’t here because they don’t deserve to be, but because you are not the type who like to be put on the pedestal. You are reflections in eyes. You are the chest that is worth more than the treasure. You are the amalgam. You are the perfect mixture.

Let’s run away? We are already gone. If we run we just go back home. Then let’s run where we already are. Let’s pretend every day that we have run away, and here we stay. Let’s run home away. Why do we need a home? We don’t. We are a home. We are the foundation. Where we lay, our place is. Away we go.

Tick the clock that don’t look baock. Slide the rule and kick the stool. For here is blue and here is fire. Drips of fire and light just caught up to me. It burnt me through. I am a reworked, rewired, redone, and refried piece. ;)

Here we go again. Why did you leave? Why didn’t you ask me to stay? It’s not nice to ask some one to stay in Hell.

Twinge and twick. The music cures the sick.

You lost everything in that battle. How did you go on? I learned how to need nothing but the battle. Stick around and you’ll see it yourself. Like a black hole I consume everything around me. Personalities are not safe for they become stretched and wiped clean. Only something bigger than time it self can save me. See you later. Thanks for trying.

Ready to go? Not really. I hate how easily you can make me smile.

I am but the son of a witch. What took you so long to figure that out? It was easier to believe that I did not have anything worth value in me. Was it? You tell me? I don’t have what you have. I don’t have your ability. I don’t have the parts to use. You may not have the power to turn your strength on, but at least you have the option. Are you afraid of the darkness? Is the darkness afraid of you? Shine bright my friend. You were given the largest flint, you just choose not to use it. Can we tell people it comes from the both of us? Why would we do that? I don’t like being alone. I need a someone to light the road for. I figured out how to walk in the darkness long ago. Then you figured out a lie. Then you will never want the light. I thought the light never wanted me.

Why can’t I stop? Why can’t I choose and then be? It’s not a game, it’s a play. Your character is chosen according to your ability to play it. But I hate being the tree. You sure move around a lot for a tree. When are you just going to accept the part you were given? You can’t keep your eyes closed forever. You don’t know me very well. I know you just fine. Now open your eyes.

I’m ready now. I’m finally ready. It’s too late you’ve wondered too far. It will take your whole life time to get back here again. Then my life finally has a meaning and a purpose. Did you know what you were doing this whole time? Did you know the further you ran the more reason you would give yourself to come back? Did you think I left those bread crumbs for the birds? :)

Young Samuel To Shiloh From infancy Grew

2006-07-17T21:40:00.000-04:00

This is my spiritual heritage.

When in first grade I went to a witness private school. My mom cleaned the school, in turn they let me attend without paying.

For Parent night we were to put on a skit. The theme "Kingdom Songs" was chosen. I was to take part in acting out song 221. I dreamt of being Timothy. At the time I thought I would make the perfect Timothy. Casting calls came and my name fell beside Samuel. It could have been worse, it could have fallen beside young Israelite girl.

Being four I had not yet perfected my acting talent, so the focus was laid on making me the perfect costume. I was told to practice my walk. Apparently I was to be the runway model version of Samuel. The music, song 221, was to play as I walked up and down the stage until the section about Samuel was over. My job was; walk, don't talk, and be cute. None of which I was particularly good at.

The big day came. My mom took me to my barber, whom my dad and I nicknamed "The Butcher". I never knew Samuel got his hair cut by a retired navy barber. Being four I assumed my mom knew more about this than I.

Arriving at the school I put on my "outer garments". As I tied the Karate-Kid-like sash around my head my nerves kicked in. Just when I thought I might not make it I saw the boy who ws chosen to be Timothy. My instincts took over and I knew what my mission was. I was to be such the perfect Samuel that everyone would forget all about Timothy and dream from then on of Samuel.

I was so focused on this that I did not notice the music had already begun. No one there that night ever for got about Samuel and his dramatic entrance. And I, I dreamt of Samuel from then on.

TIMOTHY WHO?!

Some Day You Will Get The Best Of Me.

2006-07-17T16:27:00.000-04:00

I sit in bed with a sickness whose origin I know not. Following the old adage “Misery loves company”, Rondal has received the same ailment. I am on a mission now to convince myself not to feed the toilet the way a mother bird would her chicks. I’ve already given enough to feed a flock. I don’t know how super models do it. Although, I do have some advice to give in this area; if you ever feel you might throw up eat strawberries! Why strawberries you ask? Because they smell good. I’ve never had better smelling hurl in my life. Except for the fact my face was inside a toilet, it was quite refreshing.

This past week we had visitors from bonnie old Brooklyn. It was nice to take a vacation with in a vacation. Rondal and I had done our best to spend as little as possible before they came. Once Alison and Oxanna arrived we let caution fly and opened up our wallets for untold delights.

During this time we decided to figure out what restaurants we liked the most. Apparently, Oxanna liked them all and insisted at the end of each meal that we remember the said place for a later return. In the end her Ukrainian stomach wasn’t Russian enough, and she found herself with a bout of stomach tickles. I felt privileged to see such greatness fall. Although, I’m not totally convinced she is Ukrainian, for what Ukrainian drinks “Wild Turkey” and “Blue Ribbon Beer”? I think she is actually a Tennessean with a bad Russian accent. I must give her props for facing the underwater world with courage. Having never even held her breath underwater this steel souled girl decided to try scuba diving. Finding a near death experience enough fulfill her diving dreams she spent the rest of her time on dry land.

Then there was the infamous accident. Memories fade, but scars are forever. Note for self; never take a moped with only one barely working break and a jumpy accelerator down a 45 degree decline gravel road.

The underwater world is wonderful. Plus it’s excellent for practicing your break dancing moves. Can you spin on your head with your legs spread apart on land? Besides the break dancing we saw sea turtles, every fish you could think of, lobsters, eels, endless coral… It felt like you were inside a giant saltwater aquarium. It’s like nothing else you’ve ever experienced.

French songs make me think of living in foreign lands. Are we still planning on living in Paris?

If I Die You Can Have My Stereo

2006-07-16T19:25:00.000-04:00

Today I awoke with a tremble and a sigh. I don't know if I will live to see another day. I am told I have some type of fever. I love people who tell me the obvious.

Rondal returned from the meeting with a bit of an upset stomach that turned into an upside down stomach.

Five hours passed and neither one of us felt better. A coin was tossed and I was sent out to acquire food and water. I slipped in the internet cafe' to send of my last will. So, whoever response first gets my stereo when I die.

2006-07-15T14:00:00.000-04:00

Before I Became A Super Hero

2006-07-15T01:24:00.000-04:00

Some of you may know my claims to schizophrenia, but I don't believe many know when it was formed. Just when my personality was being torn into pieces I found characters to describe and define each of these personas with print and paper. Covering these personas was the Title of a book my life became twisted, tangled, and interwoven by. "Les Miserables" found fictional people to apply my person to. It exposed three main parts of me in to three characters and gave characters to others in my life and ones I'd hope would some day be. It gave me drive and desire in ways no fiction should.

So, we'll play a game. Maybe no one will play and maybe you all will. It matters not.

The game: I will list each of the characters in the book along with a short description. You can say whatever you want about each one. If you think you know me well enough to know how each effects me, or just feel like guess, then comment it. If you just want to say what you think about them, then even better.

Monseigneur Charles François-Bienvenu Myrie
Saintly bishop whose compassionate treatment causes the reformation of the ex-convict Valjean. He is also called "M. Bienvenu."

Jean Valjean
Ex-convict still pursued by the law, who strives for moral perfection and achieves a kind of sainthood in his love for the little orphan Cosette. He is also known as M. Madeleine and M. Leblanc.

Fantine
A beautiful girl of unknown parentage who comes to Paris at the age of fifteen. She falls in love with Tholomyès and bears an illegitimate child, Cosette. Forced to give up her child, Fantine is crushed and ultimately destroyed by adversity.

Cosette
Illegitimate daughter of Fantine, originally named Euphrasie. She has a wretched childhood as the ward of the brutal innkeeper Thénardier but later finds happiness in Valjean's devoted care and in the love of a young man.

Félix Tholomyès
A student, Fantine's lover, and father of Cosette.

Thénardier
An evil innkeeper who mistreats Cosette during her childhood, lures Valjean into an ambush, and commits various other crimes. He is also known as Jondrette and Fabantou.

Mme. Thénardier
A virago whose sweeping malevolence spares only her husband and her two daughters.

Eponine
Older daughter of the Thénardiers. As a child she is spoiled at Cosette's expense; later she becomes a ragged, hungry adolescent. Her love for Marius first endangers, then saves his life.

Gavroche
The Thénardiers' oldest son, a typical Paris gamin. He dies heroically at the barricades in the revolution of 1832.

Two little boys
The Thénardiers' youngest children. Given by their parents to an acquaintance, Magnon, they wander the streets of Paris after she is arrested. Gavroche's protection gives them temporary solace.

Inspector Javert
An incorruptible policeman. He makes it his life's work to track down Jean Valjean.

Fauchelevent
Valjean, as Madeleine, saves his life; Fauchelevent later is gardener at the convent of the Little Picpus and gives shelter to Valjean and Cosette.

Bamatabois
An idler of the town who torments Fantine by putting snow down her back.

Champmathieu
The man accused of being Jean Valjean, on whose behalf "Madeleine" reveals his true identity.

Marius Pontmercy
An idealistic student who falls passionately in love with Cosette and later marries her.

That's not all of them, but if we listed them all... Well, the book is quite long. :)

No Parachutes Nor Safety Nets Here

2006-07-13T00:18:00.000-04:00

What do Wendy's Frostys Remind you of? They remind me of when I was a kid my Dad would take me to get a frosty on special occasions. This didn't happen very often because we never had any money. He was a bee keeeper and tried to live life doing what made him happy and keep me happy at the same time. He eventually gave up and ended up making my life more important than his. Thanks for the Frostys Dad. I owe you a bottle of honey. :)

Welcome To Honduras, Watch Out For The Spiders

2006-06-29T17:38:00.000-04:00

Blue, red, yellow, "Salva Vida", "Pollo Rey", "Shasta Cola", "Ferreteria El Toronjal", "Dia Especial De Asamblea".

I remember how Johnny used to read every sign he saw. Only Jehovah knows how he would pronounce these, and that's one reason I'm here.

The futbol field is green, the stadium blue, red and yellow, the mountains are green and black, the sky is white and blue, and the stage is white with sun flowers.

The speakers voice echoes off the walls and into the city like that of a futbol sports announcer. He turns to the brother he is interviewing and asks about hurricane Catrina and its affect on our brothers and sisters in the States. Before the brother could finish telling his experiences tears began to cool the heat rising from his cheeks, taking this small group of Jehovah's people in Honduras and making them a part of the world wide loving family carrying Jehovah's name.

Appreciating this experience the lightning claps along with the rest of us. Up go the Umbrellas.

By the way can someone please send me and umbrella? ;-)

As the rain abides the colors are enhanced by the billions of tiny water mirrors covering everything. The humidity does a wave through the crowd.

Remembering his days of honey, biscuits, and heat this little Floridian laughs at natures attempt to take away his happy mood.

When the rain begins again a thing not seen in this stadium before happens. Umbrellas start moving down from the upper covered sections to the lower open ones. These umbrellas seem to have a mind of their own as they find those most in need.

Last night Rondal had one of his first looks at poverty and I had a sad reminder. On our way to one of the only Burger Kings in Honduras we saw barely clothed children sleeping on the street. Some looked as if they were already dead. Knowing only Jehovah could correct such things didn't stop us from slipping them enough money for a small meal. We knew that this small amount would only keep them alive one more day in this system. I think we gave just to ease our own saddened hearts.

Note to self: If ever you happen to be in a very hot place sit behind the group of older women. They fan themselves so much it's like you have your own personal slaves waving you with palm branches.

Have we let the cold heart of this system of things turn our service to Jehovah luke warm? Strange how physical heat can cool off our desire for service.

The not-so-itsy-bitsy spider crawled on Rondal's bed.
Down came my foot on his big fat head.
Out came the sun and dried up all his guts.
And the not-so-itsy-bitsy pieces were carried away by ants, the end.

Rondal and I walk out of Barefoot Charlies at around 7:00 p.m. The sun shot one last desperate beam of light at us before setting the sea ablaze.
Feeling the moistened sand beneath his feet, Rondal questions, "Did it rain while we were in there?"
Looking at the dark clouds rolling in from the east, I shoot back a cocky, "Seems that way."
"We still need to get that Coke."
"Then go get it!"
Our laughter at my pathetic attempt at sarcasm is cut short as angry cloud monsters begin peeing on us. In direct defiance of the monsters I march on. Rondal, however has another mission more pressing than securing goods for later. He must save the precious Laptop of Dell. At this point we split company. He taking the path and I continuing on the sand road.

Just then the flood gates from heaven open and one of the cloud monsters hocks an enormous lugie right on me! My body is completely soaked but my soul is dried by the flaming determination in my eyes. I trudge through the flooded streets as those less determined cower under roof and umbrella. They look at me with eyes that are cheering me on to whatever foolish mission I must be indepted to.

Stepping with my head down into the store I slowly turn my blue gaze up, looking at all those hiding from the rain with disappointment. With great dignity I let myself drip puddles of water through out the store, so those left behind can remember I was there.

Procuring the goods, and paying the 78 Lempiras, I head back out, but not before I turn my coy smile to all those faces who believed I would not step back into the storm from hell. With my chest out I walked triumphantly back towards the apartment. The drugie guy who gives me a, "Respect!" every time I pass looks up from his covering with surprise and even more respect as I walk by. Just then a pair of donkeys are washed away to their death by a newly formed river. ;-)

I step to our door and knock to show the mighty warrior had returned. No answer. I knock again. Still no answer. As I wait I put my hands in my pockets where I find the only keys to the apartment that I believed Rondal to have. I feared the worst but went inside to get a drink. A few minutes passed and in walked Rondal. Looking at me he says, "Sorry I didn't come straight back, but since it was raining so lightly I went to the internet cafe' to sit and watch the sprinkling rain mix with the sun set."

If you listened carefully you could hear in that very moment the sound of my ego delating.

The Wizard of Odds

2006-06-22T19:39:00.000-04:00

I came in today from the English book study in Sandy Bay that meets at 3:00 p.m. It’s a hot one out here. We came back with Sister Howell to shop for some Vegetables and fruit from the pick-up truck guys.

I played with the neighborhood dog that likes to scare the crap out of you by running up behind you like a rabid dog when you’re not looking. She’ll come almost to touching you. Then once she sees you’ve peed your pants in fear she’ll run back to her hiding place jumping and playing with prideful joy.

Walking all the way back to our apartment dressed for the meeting in the heat of the day is not the most enjoyable task I could think of. I opened the door, stripped to my skibbies and grabbed “Una Coca-Cola”. As I drank I got this tingly feeling of joy and relief in the back of my throat.

I sit in our apartment watching the towels and sheets we hung up in the main room being twirled around by the dueling fans. The crickets chirp outside as the iguanas come up to eat them. The water ripples a quarter mile down the road as the water taxi goes by. Above the pre-recorded music of “Fosters” a Spanish swear is heard as a “Salva Vida” beer plops into the ocean below. Tomorrow I’m sure I will come across it as I dive down looking for the exposed bit of Captain Morgan’s Treasure still buried somewhere on this Island. At times my treasure hunter heritage gets the best of me.

Today I got up early as Rondal slept, put on some shorts and a pair of sneaks to go out for a nice run along the beach from West End to West Bay. I ended up just walking. It was so quiet and peaceful. The repetitious crash of the two inch waves kept my mind fixed on the text and Bible Reading from earlier. The time to really delve into my spiritual studies is a gift I could not put a price on.

As I walked back I popped into the internet café/ bungalow where I do my surfing. Tanja, the girl who runs the store, is very earthy and beautiful in her own decided way. I think she’s taking a liking to Rondal. She’s mentioned his height and kindness one too many times for it just to be a friendly thing.

Finishing there, I went back home. I took off my shoes and put on my sandals “Mr. Rodgers” style, picked up my “bit ‘o Beck” self made Beck mix CD, and popped it into the portable player. As I funky walked my way back out I made sure to grab my Bible Teach book.

For the next fifteen minutes or so I funky walked my way around town, occasionally looking up and thanking Jehovah for such a great day. When I found an empty dock I sat down, pulled out my book and took in the rays of light and knowledge.

I dreamt a dream I’d never dreamt before.

Just as I was about to nod off I heard the sound of unwinding that electricity makes when it goes out. The blades of my fan slowly came to a halt, as did the little bit of oxygen that flowed through my small room. Pools of sweat collected at the tip of my sternum and belly button until they over flowed to form the ocean forming between myself and the bed. The silence of my mind convincing itself to go to sleep was broken by a crash of lightning outside my window. The steady claps of water against the leafs of Banana trees increased to a roaring crowd of applause. The wind whipped and blew hard enough to blow down the brick house of the third little pig. Since my windows are only screens with wooden bars behind them, and my pools of sweat were lonely, the rain decided to ride the wind through the windows and onto my body.

Considering that I had not checked the news in two weeks, and it was the start of hurricane season, a bit of fear begin to creep up inside of me. Not enough to produce twisted intestines, but enough to cause all hopes of sleep to vanish.

Normally I love thunder storms at night, but being inside a tree house built on the ground took all the joy out of it. Hours passed when the winding up of electricity and fan blades answered my prayers. As I dosed off to sleep my mind was full of joy and ease.

If I had known what kind of dream my subconscious had in store for me I would have gone outside to join the storm.

More To Come!

2006-06-20T21:52:00.000-04:00

Update on the selfish CD

2006-06-08T00:09:00.000-04:00

Sorry that the selfish CD never came. I was half way finished when I left for NYC and when I came back all the songs and addresses had been erased. :-( So, I'm going to have to delay the CD until I get back. If you still want to be a part of the selfish CD please resend your songs and addresses to me, but this time send it to sunblindedhappiness@gmail.com. Thanks for being patient.

The hooded dog on the scooter went that way!

2006-06-06T01:54:00.000-04:00

I am but a perpetually unfinished hope.

Desire and passion are not born from disfunction, but from heart.

Few see the true part of me blurred beneath functioning masks.

It Defined Me

2006-05-07T00:24:00.000-04:00

Where
I see him walk by
He looks at me, then her
She used him
He used her
They unexisted me
I’m a back pocket boyfriend
He’s a selfish boy
And my heart can’t take much more
I stand
My legs shake
But I move forward anyway
My gaze moves up from
the ground
I force that smile that has
forever defined me.

2006-04-29T01:23:00.000-04:00

So, here you sit in a place like no other. I wonder the day stepping into hearts the size of my own. You keep free from my sin because you are my sin. What will happen when we realize we are each others savior and devil?

Let’s Burn a Selfish CD!

2006-04-26T23:35:00.000-04:00

It was suggested, so let’s do it!

Think of your favorite selfish song, then send it to me along with your mailing address. I’ll put them all together on a CD, and mail it back out to each of you. To make sure the song stays somewhat selfish I’ll not put whose song is whose on the CD.

The e-mail address you should send it to is Blindsun101@aol.com

So, who’s in?!

Some Times I Wonder If It Is I That Is Upside Down Or If It Is Just the World Itself.

2006-04-22T23:06:00.000-04:00

Why do some of us put love in terms of use?

Why temporary enjoyment of sin? Can't you keep sinning? It's temporary compared to the permanent feeling of a clean conscience.

Make no mistake: peaceful madmen are ahead of the future.

In the end, it is impossible not to become what others believe you are.

I'm Song Selfish

2006-04-19T00:25:00.000-04:00

Have you ever heard such a wonderful song that you only want to share it with one or two people at the most? It's as if others knowing this song exists would diminish its power between the few of you that know it. Usually I want to share music I find with everyone, but not this time. I'm sorry if I'm being selfish, but I'm sure a song I'm selfish about with you will come along eventually. It will be a song we only share with just a few people. Its existence will be a secret. We will hope the group breaks up before they get popular. That's what I feeling now.

What Would Happen If PreToronto Beth Met PostToronto Beth!!!

2006-04-17T23:33:00.000-04:00

PreToronto Beth: "Oh! Who is that Hawtie!"

PostToronto Beth: "Oh my! What a sexy kitten"

PreToronto Beth: "I know! I'll blow her a kiss!"

PostToronto Beth: "AH! She's trying to kiss me!"

2006-04-17T23:28:00.000-04:00

PreToronto Beth: "Uh! She doesn't like me? I'll show her!"

PostToronto Beth: "Oh my, look at that tongue!"

PreToronto Beth: "I know she wants me."

PostToronto Beth: "I know she wants me."

Weak Whitted Worbablers Won't Understand

2006-04-17T22:06:00.000-04:00

"No matter how much I pet this cat she still wants to be petted more."

"Like me!"

The Mind Of A Child

2006-04-13T16:20:00.000-04:00

I’m sitting in the local coffee house studying at about sunset. Outside a man plays a guitar. As the sun sets its light reflects off the metal parts of the guitar and onto the inside wall. In front of me a small girl sits, wide eyed, staring at the wall, watching the reflecting light dance to the beat of the man’s guitar strokes outside. Her mind is captured and consumed by the connective movement and distant sound.

-and the concept of the music video was born.

All These Things I've Done

2006-04-10T21:40:00.000-04:00

When there's no where else to run
Is there room for one more sun
One more sun
If you can hold on
If you can hold on
Hold on

I wanna stand up, I wanna let go
You know, you know
No you don't, you don't
I wanna shine on in the hearts of men
I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand
Another head aches, another heart breaks
I'm so much older than I can take
And my affection, well it comes and goes
I need direction to perfection no no no no
Help me out

Yeah, you know you gotta help me out
Oh, don't you put me on the backburner
You know you gotta help me out
Yeah

And when there's nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more sun
These changes aint changing me
The cold-hearted boy I used to be
Yeah, you know you gotta help me out
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the backburner
You know you gotta help me out, yeah
You're gonna bring yourself down

Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down

I got soul but I'm not a soldier
I got soul but I'm not a soldier
I got soul but I'm not a soldier
I got soul but I'm not a soldier

Yeah, you know you gotta help me out
Yeah, don't you put me on the backburner
You know you gotta help me out

Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, oh don't you put me on the backburner
Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down

Over and in
Last call for sin
While everyone's lost, the battle is won
With all these things that I have done
Time kills hearts
If you can hold on

Proverbial Saul

2006-04-10T21:35:00.000-04:00

Don’t stop! Don’t stop. Keep beating. Keep defying. Keep moving. Keep brawling. Don’t let them hold you down. Fight! Take your stance and wield your sword, because the battle continues whether you fall or not. Prove it! Lean on your armor barer. While everyone’s lost the battle is won. Defy!

Silent Moonlight

2006-04-10T00:48:00.000-04:00

Every year about this time I can’t help but stare at the moon.

Some of us connect to the memorial of Jesus death by reading the scriptures leading up to the day of his death. Others connect by going out with friends after the memorial to appreciate the wonderful association made possible my Jesus’ sacrifice. Some connect, still, by reading an article on Jesus’ sacrificial death and what it means to them.

I, I connect through the full moon. Why? Because it is the same one that lit the roadway as Jesus walked toward the house where he was to have Passover. Because it is the same full moon that reflected on the blood Jesus sweat in the garden. Because it is the same full moon that shone down on the synagogue courtyard where Jesus was beat. It is the same moon that watched Jesus carry his own torture stake. Because it is the same full moon Jesus looked up at and past as he prayed his last words to his heavenly father.

This same full moon shines down on me every year at this time illuminating my watery eyes looking back up with humble servitude and heartfelt appreciation.

Some times I have perfect bad timing

2006-04-06T23:34:00.000-04:00

Today, after studying for the book study, I lost my Daniel Book schedule.

I'm sure someone has said it before, but it's my first time.

2006-03-28T20:19:00.000-05:00

Tattoo your heart apart.

Blushing is so disloyal

Among the charms of old age are the provocations our young female friends permit themselves because they think we are out of commission.

Don't touch the monkey in my brain.

New Picture Post

2006-03-26T01:00:00.000-05:00

So, I now have a camera. Sure it's digital. And ya, it's kind of crappy, but it's a start. My eyes see wonderful things, but my mind has trouble holding on to them. So, here is my attempt to show you the wonder that reflects in my eyes. I hope you enjoy.

http://clickitpicitripit.blogspot.com/

My favorite words from another's tongue.

2006-03-26T00:53:00.000-05:00

"You can only have one passion in life."

"I'll be right there next to you, don't worry."

"There are beautiful women all around you, but physical beauty is only good in bed."

Put this in you fate pipe and smoke it!

2006-03-25T01:20:00.000-05:00

http://www.poporestaurant.com/home.htm

Dirty Morality

2006-03-25T00:17:00.000-05:00

Morality, too, is a question of time.

There is no better feeling than a clean conscience.

Do Not Feed The Animal Behind These Eyes

2006-03-23T22:25:00.000-05:00

Do not feed the animal behind these eyes

2006-03-23T13:09:00.000-05:00

Do Not Feed The Animals Behind Theses Eyes

2006-03-22T23:20:00.000-05:00

Tell me stories that myself I don't remember

2006-03-21T17:32:00.000-05:00

Doo Doo Doo
Run, fear, hope, dance, sing, play, fling, hear, beer, hate, tempter, fight, lie, cry, down, cross, slow, man, evil, sum, death, live, loop, heart, keep, mine, cry, back, again, me, no, please, repair, slice, up, twice, duo, sue, creep, sleep, sorrow, slip, rise, beckon, defeat, fear-not, stand, limp, struggle, disappoint, clear, erase, sip, sea, letter, be-darken, shine, white, paper, spin, jesus-statue, phone, skin, tear, throat, hope, fade, do-not-forget-who-found-you.

2006-03-21T17:12:00.000-05:00

2006-03-21T17:08:00.000-05:00

2006-03-21T17:07:00.000-05:00

2006-03-21T17:05:00.000-05:00

2006-03-21T16:17:00.000-05:00

Pillow Fight Club!

2006-02-17T18:39:00.000-05:00

XXXXX SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 18 XXXXX

Pillow Fight

Feathers fly and teddies soar as you converge on Union Square for a
massive urban pillow fight. Swing and whack as you evade pillow-
wielding assailants. Bring a concealed pillow to the square at 2p and
wait for the signal.

No rain date: this event is rain, snow, or shine.

Rules: Soft pillows only. Swing lightly, many people will be swinging
at once. Do not swing at people without pillows or with cameras.
Remove glasses beforehand. Wait until the signal to begin. This event
is more fun with feathers. PJs optional.

Union Square
E. 14th Street at Broadway, Manhattan
2p; $free
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pillow_Fight_Club

Size me up, please.

2006-02-11T10:25:00.000-05:00

On my road trip to New Hampshire we decided to do a drive through run at McDonald's for breakfast. As I pulled up to the speaker box I heard an unconcerned voice spit out, "Welcome to McDonald's. Can..." I placed my order of one Egg McMuffin and an Orange Juice. Once done the box replied, “What size orange juice would you like?” The feeling in her voice sounded as if she could care less what size orange juice I would like. Wanting to feel cared about I put the question back on her, "What size do you think I should get?" I expected a lame uncaring response, but instead the box surprised me when it said, "Depends on what size throat you have!" My guess was a medium, but she need to see me at the window to confirm it. Once I pulled up to the window she quickly agreed my throat was indeed a size medium, and handed me my corresponding OJ.

Forget everything you've ever heard! She's a disparate girl.

2006-02-10T11:49:00.000-05:00

Looking at our fellow alumni and his new wife we began to reflect on the time when the four of us were being prepped for greatness by Dr. Longfellow.
Looking over at me, with her longing eyes and her huge smile, Aglaia says, “Maybe we’re not meant to be with the average person. I think Longfellow knew it too.”

WANTED: One Zenobia

2006-02-09T21:12:00.000-05:00

She was of a dark complexion. Her teeth were of a pearly whiteness, and her large black eyes sparkled with uncommon fire, tempered by the most attractive sweetness. Her voice was strong and harmonious. Her manly understanding was strengthened and adorned by study.

Drips Of Fire And Light

2006-01-13T02:43:00.000-05:00

Drips of fire and light
Calm my heart tonight
For Johnny has gone
And I must live on

One more day till we are there
Hold on my friend do not fear

Drips of fire and light
Calm my heart tonight
For Johnny has gone
And I must live on

With whom will I fight and laugh
For death fears not my wrath

Drips of fire and light
Calm my heart tonight
For Johnny has gone
And I must live on

All I wanted was one more day
At the end of each I would say

Drips of fire and light
Calm my heart tonight
For Johnny has gone
And I must live on

My songs fall on no deaf ears
In blind eyes I saw my tears

Drips of fire and light
Calm my heart tonight
For Johnny has gone
And I must live on

In my silent car I will ride alone
It is only I who needs to go home

Drips of fire and light
Calm my heart tonight
For Johnny has gone
And I must live on

Toothless smiles and glassy eyes
No more welcome separation sighs

Drips of fire and light
Calm my heart tonight
For Johnny has gone
And I must live on

I know I will again see you soon,
But not by the light of this moon

Drips of fire and light
Calm my heart tonight
For Johnny has gone
And I must live on

Sundered suits I need not sow
For I am now the lone hero

Drips of fire and light
Calm my heart tonight
For Johnny has gone
And I must live on

Memories persist, my puzzle to finish
From my true heart never will vanish

Drips of fire and light
Calm my heart tonight
For Johnny has gone
And I must live on

Question = Answer

2006-01-09T15:53:00.000-05:00

"Is there anything that I can say to make you feel remotely better?"
-asked by a kind soul

I love question that are there own answers.

Indecision

2005-12-16T12:31:00.000-05:00

“And the fact that you can’t, the fact that you think you have this special private reservoir of truth inside you—I really don’t see how this squares with your I-agree-with-everyone-about-everything-ism. This is the one thing everybody does agree on. Everybody thinks they have their own special something inside. Only it happens to be so vague it can’t be described. So everyone gets to keep their specialness all to themselves. So we all get to prefer ourselves to everyone else.” -Benjamin Kunkel

Late Night Documentaries

2005-12-15T17:22:00.000-05:00

To me, the only thing left after a while was that night we watched documentaries up through morning and then you kicked me out. You opened up your screen door and threw me off the porch. It was summer then and I drove home whistling muddy waters down the pike. And that was that: our one sweet night together. Under highway signs I watched our love start fluttering and dissipating. I counted all the headlights to make sure I was all right. Now I'm wondering is it me or is it me that can't see silver linings? So I screwed it up. I watched you go.I saw my hand not dialing the phone. All I'm left to do is remember the dull room we sat in blue stream light watching the strike of '79. Oh can't I touch your cheeks somewhere under dirt filled rainy nights with my socks stuck in the mud? Please come dive in puddles with me.

-a mixture of an old song, ideas, and mixed memories

My Step-Great-Grand-Father

2005-12-01T01:50:00.000-05:00

What if you could go back and watch Albert Einstein in action? How about ask King Solomon his advice on life? What about speak to Shakespeare about his ideas on love? Well, I can’t offer anything even close to that, but I can offer my Step-Great-Grand-Father, named Johnny. He claims to be as smart as Einstein, as wise as King Solomon, and as good with the ladies as Shakespeare. I continually question such claims, but that has never stopped him from giving me gems of advice and experience. I don’t want to be selfish and keep this majestic man’s mind all to myself, so I have created a blog to share him with the world! I know many of you will begin to read Johnny’s words of wisdom and ask, “Why can’t I ask Johnny a question, myself?” Well folks, you can! On this blog you will find a link allowing you to ask whatever your heart desires to this sage among men. I will personally ask Johnny your question and give you his actual response. I hope you enjoy.

http://jemsfromjohnny.blogspot.com/

Anonymous Post are back on

2005-11-27T17:10:00.000-05:00

Ok, so I figured why let the acts of one person keep others from being able to post anonymously on my blog. As of today the anonymous posts are back on. Have fun.

Fluxing the Scorpion Sparrow

2005-11-26T00:43:00.000-05:00

Wanna buy a pair of jeans?

2005-11-17T02:19:00.000-05:00