Wednesday, November 11, 2009
BS2 concert
For the three other fans of Brave Saint Saturn out there here is a link to a full concerts of one of the few times they have ever performed as a band:
http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=98995D3674732992
http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=98995D3674732992
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Musings on the Musings of a Muse
As always it makes terrifyingly perfect sense in the way that only the artistic musings of a Muse can.
Sometimes we have to pour ourselves into the work of the soul to push ourselves along the path of learning what it means to be saved.
Jesus did the hard part of dying and coming back to life...all we do is spent trying to learn to love...and part of that is devoting ourselves to plumbing the depths of our seemingly endless souls to find who we are and what we can do...just to stand and face our Love...and realize the work we've done is a paltry reflection of that face...
Beauty, color, creed and sex will have no real meaning looking into the face of Divine Love...everything will be reconciled into the perfectly unutterable clarity that would terrify us to know now.
Peace and hope eternal.
Sometimes we have to pour ourselves into the work of the soul to push ourselves along the path of learning what it means to be saved.
Jesus did the hard part of dying and coming back to life...all we do is spent trying to learn to love...and part of that is devoting ourselves to plumbing the depths of our seemingly endless souls to find who we are and what we can do...just to stand and face our Love...and realize the work we've done is a paltry reflection of that face...
Beauty, color, creed and sex will have no real meaning looking into the face of Divine Love...everything will be reconciled into the perfectly unutterable clarity that would terrify us to know now.
Peace and hope eternal.
Feeding on a Burning Soul
I'm looking across this ocean
and feeling the distance
of being ripped apart
by the lies of trepidation
and temptation of pride
with the lie of self.
It's having the scales of my eyes
ripped off
and feeling the shame
of a thousand lies of wasted breaths.
Every moment apart
is a moment I'm dying,
not knowing how to live
forgetting how Your heart beats
and longing to know
just to know
I'm never forgotten.
and feeling the distance
of being ripped apart
by the lies of trepidation
and temptation of pride
with the lie of self.
It's having the scales of my eyes
ripped off
and feeling the shame
of a thousand lies of wasted breaths.
Every moment apart
is a moment I'm dying,
not knowing how to live
forgetting how Your heart beats
and longing to know
just to know
I'm never forgotten.
Quote of the Day
“Just as in earthly life lovers long for the moment when they are able to breathe forth their love for each other, to let their souls blend in a soft whisper, so the mystic longs for the moment when in prayer he can, as it were, creep into God.”
-Soren Kierkegaard
-Soren Kierkegaard
Monday, November 9, 2009
Quote of the Day:
“I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more love.”
-Mother Teresa
-Mother Teresa
"I’m languorously open-ended and the ending’s no good
I’ve been told to break the mold and I would if I could
But apathy is easier than caring at all
And the undulating nothingness means having a ball
Incredibly impressive and bereft of concern
Lobotomized and optimized and then I’m ready to burn
At war within myself and self is winning the fight
Because feeling like no one at all means feeling alright
Sense of purpose has got me feeling worthless
And I’m fading away, but that’s okay"
I’ve been told to break the mold and I would if I could
But apathy is easier than caring at all
And the undulating nothingness means having a ball
Incredibly impressive and bereft of concern
Lobotomized and optimized and then I’m ready to burn
At war within myself and self is winning the fight
Because feeling like no one at all means feeling alright
Sense of purpose has got me feeling worthless
And I’m fading away, but that’s okay"
Fool Afraid of Love
Dear Lord just give me everything that I want,
feed me a bit more,
so it can,
it'll make me content just for the day.
It's a promise that I'll break
because after all
everything about everything
is always just about me.
I can be sweet,
just enough to rot your teeth.
I can be honest,
just enough to be blunt,
about how I just can't stand your ways
because after all
everything it's about me.
You didn't get the memo?
If I could get any more sick
I might just be able to love You
almost as much as I hate you.
I could throw up
and be rid of everything that is me
and return this status quo
of not knowing
or wanting to care anymore.
Why did you set this stirring in my heart
just so it could become a blister
an ache driving me further insane?
Just cut it out,
slice out this heart
and indulge an old serpent
whose only sole concern
is about no longer feeling.
I would rather be blinded
and loose my touch,
have my words stolen
and never utter a sound
or write another trite verse.
If it could just make you happy
I would gladly cut off these ties
and loose everything
that ever made myself
just myself about myself.
Just a few grains of sand
and I'll be done,
don't worry
everything is fading
and soon enough
my voice will be stilled.
No longer a burning
or an ache
just an empty vessel,
worthless dust to dust
and back to the dirt
all without a single fuss.
feed me a bit more,
so it can,
it'll make me content just for the day.
It's a promise that I'll break
because after all
everything about everything
is always just about me.
I can be sweet,
just enough to rot your teeth.
I can be honest,
just enough to be blunt,
about how I just can't stand your ways
because after all
everything it's about me.
You didn't get the memo?
If I could get any more sick
I might just be able to love You
almost as much as I hate you.
I could throw up
and be rid of everything that is me
and return this status quo
of not knowing
or wanting to care anymore.
Why did you set this stirring in my heart
just so it could become a blister
an ache driving me further insane?
Just cut it out,
slice out this heart
and indulge an old serpent
whose only sole concern
is about no longer feeling.
I would rather be blinded
and loose my touch,
have my words stolen
and never utter a sound
or write another trite verse.
If it could just make you happy
I would gladly cut off these ties
and loose everything
that ever made myself
just myself about myself.
Just a few grains of sand
and I'll be done,
don't worry
everything is fading
and soon enough
my voice will be stilled.
No longer a burning
or an ache
just an empty vessel,
worthless dust to dust
and back to the dirt
all without a single fuss.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
"Oh Lord, I’m sick of myself
I’d rather bury it than carry it
I’m desperate for help
And barely sentient means I’m just being me
Follow suit the destitute my modus operandi
A face that’s marked by pallor means you’re wasting away
So get a tan and raise your hands and take to feeling okay
No one enjoys the party when they’re stricken with anemia
A shallow sinking surface simply screaming septicemia
Peace of mind is hard to find
So I’m standing in line and feeling fine
Aye, me sad hours seem long
And even longer when you’re numb
Fading away and that’s okay
Cause life has me under her thumb"
I’d rather bury it than carry it
I’m desperate for help
And barely sentient means I’m just being me
Follow suit the destitute my modus operandi
A face that’s marked by pallor means you’re wasting away
So get a tan and raise your hands and take to feeling okay
No one enjoys the party when they’re stricken with anemia
A shallow sinking surface simply screaming septicemia
Peace of mind is hard to find
So I’m standing in line and feeling fine
Aye, me sad hours seem long
And even longer when you’re numb
Fading away and that’s okay
Cause life has me under her thumb"
Quote of the Day - Part Two:
“Stealing things is a glorious occupation, particularly in the art world.”
-Malcolm Mclaren
-Malcolm Mclaren
Dirt Encrusted Heart
I feel,
I feel the tension,
the cancer
eating you on the inside.
I see,
I see the revelation,
the pain
you wear as a see through dress.
Every time,
Every moment,
that is passing by me on the street
I wonder how this all came to be
why we just can't stop this madness
long enough to see,
see each other through the night.
I hate,
I hate just this feeling,
this gangrene frustration
building up in my body
as I seek to cut it out
and have you see my intent,
how my heart is real
and vibrant and alive.
But you,
yes you dear angel of night,
do you still feel?
Does your orbit around earth
even permit you to hear sound?
Do you see the pinning
and tear drops fall while crying,
all this for you,
just to gather attention once again?
I can't quite comprehend
just how all this came to be
and instead,
I just sit here drinking
and hoping for reprieve,
that life will be mine to live again.
Just without your circular logic,
the short circuits in my soul
that you set off
when you tripped the breaker
on your way out each door.
Not just running from me
but leaving yourself behind
and we both watch on
wondering when you'll bother to return,
pay a visit to you and you,
but don't worry about me.
It's already a late night
so I'm going to turn in
and hope that maybe
this has all just been a dream,
maybe a bad night
or just my selfish heart pursuit.
I feel the tension,
the cancer
eating you on the inside.
I see,
I see the revelation,
the pain
you wear as a see through dress.
Every time,
Every moment,
that is passing by me on the street
I wonder how this all came to be
why we just can't stop this madness
long enough to see,
see each other through the night.
I hate,
I hate just this feeling,
this gangrene frustration
building up in my body
as I seek to cut it out
and have you see my intent,
how my heart is real
and vibrant and alive.
But you,
yes you dear angel of night,
do you still feel?
Does your orbit around earth
even permit you to hear sound?
Do you see the pinning
and tear drops fall while crying,
all this for you,
just to gather attention once again?
I can't quite comprehend
just how all this came to be
and instead,
I just sit here drinking
and hoping for reprieve,
that life will be mine to live again.
Just without your circular logic,
the short circuits in my soul
that you set off
when you tripped the breaker
on your way out each door.
Not just running from me
but leaving yourself behind
and we both watch on
wondering when you'll bother to return,
pay a visit to you and you,
but don't worry about me.
It's already a late night
so I'm going to turn in
and hope that maybe
this has all just been a dream,
maybe a bad night
or just my selfish heart pursuit.
You know...anytime someone draws a comparison between your personal writing styles and one of your heroes, it is ALWAYS a good day.
Although, you know I still would be quite taller than C.S. Lewis.
Heh...it is so sad I go out of my way to compare my height to everyone and everything around me...but hey, you got to be proud of what you have. I've got my freaking awesome hair which is still rocking, eyes with so many colors it could be its own Beatles album and something that is quite similar to but not actually health.
Although, you know I still would be quite taller than C.S. Lewis.
Heh...it is so sad I go out of my way to compare my height to everyone and everything around me...but hey, you got to be proud of what you have. I've got my freaking awesome hair which is still rocking, eyes with so many colors it could be its own Beatles album and something that is quite similar to but not actually health.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Reactionary Force
Foolish breath catching sentiments
regarding life and life poorly spent.
Crudely cut edges
jutting out
and playing at rusting
as life takes on a monotone of confusion.
The absolute worst way of living
is in a lie
but what is a lie
when all one sees
is what we want to see?
Beginning or ending
synonymous with redudancy
and circular logic
giving birth to my own flaws
as I seek a path that I never knew.
I feel rage at injustice
and tears of frustration
as I lay here,
cancer eating my soul
and I flirt with curing it with hope.
There is nothing left,
everything that is sorrow
and everything renewed,
ever half spoken truth
dancing as a lie
and the tarnished halo
held up by tired hands
are just the inverse image
of a photographic moment.
Selling myself short for nothing
just doesn't do.
When you are tall enough to hit the ceiling
and low hanging pipes.
regarding life and life poorly spent.
Crudely cut edges
jutting out
and playing at rusting
as life takes on a monotone of confusion.
The absolute worst way of living
is in a lie
but what is a lie
when all one sees
is what we want to see?
Beginning or ending
synonymous with redudancy
and circular logic
giving birth to my own flaws
as I seek a path that I never knew.
I feel rage at injustice
and tears of frustration
as I lay here,
cancer eating my soul
and I flirt with curing it with hope.
There is nothing left,
everything that is sorrow
and everything renewed,
ever half spoken truth
dancing as a lie
and the tarnished halo
held up by tired hands
are just the inverse image
of a photographic moment.
Selling myself short for nothing
just doesn't do.
When you are tall enough to hit the ceiling
and low hanging pipes.
"Carrying Cathy" - Ben Folds
Because I love all of you so much I feel the need to slap you all collectively in the face with a stupefyingly beautiful song.
Quote of the Day:
“I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation. We must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.”
-Elie Wiesel
If I ever had a tattoo it would be of that quote.
When I stop long enough to take my head from the sand of girl drama, church drama and self hate I shove it in just so I can soothe the dull ache in my soul from not showing real love...I realize how absolutely pathetic this plastic bubble is compared to REAL life.
I think the reason I feel so confused with suffering and being in pain...is because I have bought into the crap that says life is supposed to always be cheerful, playful, I'm going to get what I want and everyone is going to cater to me.
Pain is going to turn me into who I will be in eternity.
The tears I shed on this side of heaven are part of the baptism of fire that living in the real world demands.
Life is horrifying, real life is not plastic, there are no happy endings in the short term...we do not see the resolution we want, instead we feel heart break and pain as we long for something more.
It's hope that life will not disappoint but life will disappoint.
I honestly think the best thing we can do is form community and love each other, hold each other up as best as we can as this world continues to dissolve into greater Hell. But the beauty is that if we just try to intervene, say a prayer and put that love into action...we can't change the world but we can do something so much more important...forever change the life of a person living on this world.
The grace, the Gospel of Christ is for the sick and broken...unless we are broken and brought down low so that are sinful pride is cast to the fires of Hell of which is blossoms...then all Jesus becomes to us is a religious figure we use for making our own religious wars.
Every day I have woke up this week was more confusing than the last...I've reconnected with a few beloved friends...and sort of feel like I may be loosing another. I do not know...I cannot know...I just want you to know I promise to be faithful as a friend. I will be here to talk, to show love and pray for you on every step of the way.
I can love you like I am learning to love myself because it is the grace of Jesus which lifted this broken body and jaded soul out of the pits and is giving me a new song to sing.
I have no doubt I will be back to whining and complaining soon enough...but I promise to move forward so I can live out my love so it can burn in me and overflow so that it may bless you too.
THAT is what true love is.
Loving enough to throw everything away and diving head first into this dark world so that we may be a light to the dying and lost. The sick need their doctor and when we stop to realize we're just as infected as the world is with selfish ambition...we can realize that Jesus came to save the religious hypocrite just as much as the meth addicted prostitute who wants to kill herself.
We're born to love...we have to dear, we cannot stop here if we want to live life.
It is about us as much as it is not...do not give up...the night is dark but never will Your Love forsake you, never will He abandon You...your emotions and desires may fail and deceive you...but you know the Love of which I speak.
Do not give up in this darkness.
"Sometimes the bravest thing of all is to hope."
-Elie Wiesel
If I ever had a tattoo it would be of that quote.
When I stop long enough to take my head from the sand of girl drama, church drama and self hate I shove it in just so I can soothe the dull ache in my soul from not showing real love...I realize how absolutely pathetic this plastic bubble is compared to REAL life.
I think the reason I feel so confused with suffering and being in pain...is because I have bought into the crap that says life is supposed to always be cheerful, playful, I'm going to get what I want and everyone is going to cater to me.
Pain is going to turn me into who I will be in eternity.
The tears I shed on this side of heaven are part of the baptism of fire that living in the real world demands.
Life is horrifying, real life is not plastic, there are no happy endings in the short term...we do not see the resolution we want, instead we feel heart break and pain as we long for something more.
It's hope that life will not disappoint but life will disappoint.
I honestly think the best thing we can do is form community and love each other, hold each other up as best as we can as this world continues to dissolve into greater Hell. But the beauty is that if we just try to intervene, say a prayer and put that love into action...we can't change the world but we can do something so much more important...forever change the life of a person living on this world.
The grace, the Gospel of Christ is for the sick and broken...unless we are broken and brought down low so that are sinful pride is cast to the fires of Hell of which is blossoms...then all Jesus becomes to us is a religious figure we use for making our own religious wars.
Every day I have woke up this week was more confusing than the last...I've reconnected with a few beloved friends...and sort of feel like I may be loosing another. I do not know...I cannot know...I just want you to know I promise to be faithful as a friend. I will be here to talk, to show love and pray for you on every step of the way.
I can love you like I am learning to love myself because it is the grace of Jesus which lifted this broken body and jaded soul out of the pits and is giving me a new song to sing.
I have no doubt I will be back to whining and complaining soon enough...but I promise to move forward so I can live out my love so it can burn in me and overflow so that it may bless you too.
THAT is what true love is.
Loving enough to throw everything away and diving head first into this dark world so that we may be a light to the dying and lost. The sick need their doctor and when we stop to realize we're just as infected as the world is with selfish ambition...we can realize that Jesus came to save the religious hypocrite just as much as the meth addicted prostitute who wants to kill herself.
We're born to love...we have to dear, we cannot stop here if we want to live life.
It is about us as much as it is not...do not give up...the night is dark but never will Your Love forsake you, never will He abandon You...your emotions and desires may fail and deceive you...but you know the Love of which I speak.
Do not give up in this darkness.
"Sometimes the bravest thing of all is to hope."
Friday, November 6, 2009
"Pre-Ex-Girlfriend" - Five Iron Frenzy
She’s so cool it’s almost erie
she’s so fine I lost all hope
Genetical testing
something has gone wrong
she should get back in
her cage before they find she’s gone
She said she hated Kenny G
that girl is way too good for me
We’ll break up before it starts
She’ll only tear my world apart
da na na na na na na na
Pre-ex-girlfriend, that girl is just too fine
Pre-ex-girlfriend, leaving me behind
You might say she’s everything
just before everything goes wrong
She’s sunshine and lightning
she pulls at my heartstrings
she’s stunning and then she’s gone
The intellect that girl has
She’s saying "death to false jazz"
Like kryptonite to Superman
she’s here to break my heart again
da na na na na na na na
Pre-ex-girlfriend, that girl is just too fine
Pre-ex-girlfriend, leaving me behind
Watch her on the floor tonight
feel the crush she will incite
the spark of hope she will ignite
a beautiful sight
Softer than the lightest snows
watch her as the moment slows
in my face the door will close
and there she goes.
she’s so fine I lost all hope
Genetical testing
something has gone wrong
she should get back in
her cage before they find she’s gone
She said she hated Kenny G
that girl is way too good for me
We’ll break up before it starts
She’ll only tear my world apart
da na na na na na na na
Pre-ex-girlfriend, that girl is just too fine
Pre-ex-girlfriend, leaving me behind
You might say she’s everything
just before everything goes wrong
She’s sunshine and lightning
she pulls at my heartstrings
she’s stunning and then she’s gone
The intellect that girl has
She’s saying "death to false jazz"
Like kryptonite to Superman
she’s here to break my heart again
da na na na na na na na
Pre-ex-girlfriend, that girl is just too fine
Pre-ex-girlfriend, leaving me behind
Watch her on the floor tonight
feel the crush she will incite
the spark of hope she will ignite
a beautiful sight
Softer than the lightest snows
watch her as the moment slows
in my face the door will close
and there she goes.
I do not like family and the need to tell me what to do or how to do it.
I *CAN'T* take classes with money I would be getting loans for in my name?
Seriously?
I just want to tell the lot of them to piss off because I hate living here and have no desire to be here. If I didn't feel like I was dying every time I ate food I would have been gone a year and a half ago out of this God forsaken town and state.
I *CAN'T* take classes with money I would be getting loans for in my name?
Seriously?
I just want to tell the lot of them to piss off because I hate living here and have no desire to be here. If I didn't feel like I was dying every time I ate food I would have been gone a year and a half ago out of this God forsaken town and state.
Blindside's album "The Great Depression" still has the ability to always help me get rid of these upset feelings and try and relax.
Swedish Christian metal is some of the best.
*sigh* I'm rapidly falling behind in NANOWRIMO...help?
"And so one morning just before dawn You came
Out of the forest towards my window
With a smile in Your hand
As the moist air up to Your knees started swirling like smoke
I saw Your lips move
Asking: Did you lose something
I stood glued to the window
Emotions running through my vein
How I know a word I can’t explain
I think I’ve known you all along
Just lost Your face in the crowd for awhile
I think I have been holding my breath all my life
Can I exhale and go into exile
Ask me now and I’ll run away with You
And so with the dawn You’ve come
Eye to eye with nothing in between but this fragile glass
Your lips move again
I try but I can’t detect the vibrations in the air
How I’ve longed to inhale Your breath
It’s still early and I see your words getting caught
In the window slowly turning into frost
I see Your hand move and I can’t detain
Scraping down a word I can’t explain
I think I’ve known you all along
Just lost Your face in the crowd for awhile
I think I have been holding my breath all my life
Can I exhale and go into exile
Ask me now and I’ll run away with You"
-Blindside, "Ask Me Now"
God I'm so feeling this song right now...there is nothing more I want to do than just leave this place...this stupid floating rock in seemingly infinite space forever...part of me doesn't want to die...but God I long to be able to breath again...my lungs are collapsed from the pain of breathing this sulfur.
Jesus I don't know how You walked this earth in holy perfection, how the wrath is held back when You've dealt with such an apathetic people...but thank You, thanks for holding back wrath and extending to arms in love.
As soon as my time here is done, don't terry...call me home...nothing is holding me in place and I'm going to go flying as soon as You say the words..what few people I love I'll meet with You soon enough...
This physical pain is getting to be so unbearable...they will do nothing to treat my pain..and my Jesus...do you want me to suffer? Is me being in pain something that will make Your glory expand?
The pain makes me long for death but I am trying so hard to be an adult and pray for strength...but I'm so tired...I want to come Home...I want to feel Your embrace and know that this struggle...my heart being shattered into a million pieces was worth it...whatever good I'm doing and done...that You will finish the work started...like only You can...
Swedish Christian metal is some of the best.
*sigh* I'm rapidly falling behind in NANOWRIMO...help?
"And so one morning just before dawn You came
Out of the forest towards my window
With a smile in Your hand
As the moist air up to Your knees started swirling like smoke
I saw Your lips move
Asking: Did you lose something
I stood glued to the window
Emotions running through my vein
How I know a word I can’t explain
I think I’ve known you all along
Just lost Your face in the crowd for awhile
I think I have been holding my breath all my life
Can I exhale and go into exile
Ask me now and I’ll run away with You
And so with the dawn You’ve come
Eye to eye with nothing in between but this fragile glass
Your lips move again
I try but I can’t detect the vibrations in the air
How I’ve longed to inhale Your breath
It’s still early and I see your words getting caught
In the window slowly turning into frost
I see Your hand move and I can’t detain
Scraping down a word I can’t explain
I think I’ve known you all along
Just lost Your face in the crowd for awhile
I think I have been holding my breath all my life
Can I exhale and go into exile
Ask me now and I’ll run away with You"
-Blindside, "Ask Me Now"
God I'm so feeling this song right now...there is nothing more I want to do than just leave this place...this stupid floating rock in seemingly infinite space forever...part of me doesn't want to die...but God I long to be able to breath again...my lungs are collapsed from the pain of breathing this sulfur.
Jesus I don't know how You walked this earth in holy perfection, how the wrath is held back when You've dealt with such an apathetic people...but thank You, thanks for holding back wrath and extending to arms in love.
As soon as my time here is done, don't terry...call me home...nothing is holding me in place and I'm going to go flying as soon as You say the words..what few people I love I'll meet with You soon enough...
This physical pain is getting to be so unbearable...they will do nothing to treat my pain..and my Jesus...do you want me to suffer? Is me being in pain something that will make Your glory expand?
The pain makes me long for death but I am trying so hard to be an adult and pray for strength...but I'm so tired...I want to come Home...I want to feel Your embrace and know that this struggle...my heart being shattered into a million pieces was worth it...whatever good I'm doing and done...that You will finish the work started...like only You can...
To clear up a small misconception...
I'm not a nice guy.
I am a very angry, very quite, very short tempered and very apathetic person when it comes to anything involving the term family.
I prefer to be left alone.
In fact being in another hemisphere as my family is too close.
The only time I managed to go two weeks without being bothered was when I was in China...granted I was dying of dysentery at the time but it was a fair trade.
I just...want...peace.
Why the fug does that mean it requires ludicrous amounts of money I do not have access to?
Jesus, could we just save time and have you simply blow up any plans I make AHEAD of time? You know...just so we can skip on the whole getting my hopes up part?
Please?
Just stream line my misery a bit?
I'm sure we can make it work more efficient that way.
I'm going to be in miserable pain so why should we break up the monotony with any intelligent conversation? Me having hopes about the future? Heck...why have anymore good books?
Let's kill that right now.
Ignorance is bliss!
Right?
All I need is stupid MTV and reality program, screw eating vegetables and give me an IV full of cola. That's all I want babe, rot my body and my mind.
Soul?
Who said anything about a soul?
We don't have those hear!
Just hedonistic, self centered pleasure!
Heck forget the pleasure, just give me that good ol' misery and I'll be good!
I am a very angry, very quite, very short tempered and very apathetic person when it comes to anything involving the term family.
I prefer to be left alone.
In fact being in another hemisphere as my family is too close.
The only time I managed to go two weeks without being bothered was when I was in China...granted I was dying of dysentery at the time but it was a fair trade.
I just...want...peace.
Why the fug does that mean it requires ludicrous amounts of money I do not have access to?
Jesus, could we just save time and have you simply blow up any plans I make AHEAD of time? You know...just so we can skip on the whole getting my hopes up part?
Please?
Just stream line my misery a bit?
I'm sure we can make it work more efficient that way.
I'm going to be in miserable pain so why should we break up the monotony with any intelligent conversation? Me having hopes about the future? Heck...why have anymore good books?
Let's kill that right now.
Ignorance is bliss!
Right?
All I need is stupid MTV and reality program, screw eating vegetables and give me an IV full of cola. That's all I want babe, rot my body and my mind.
Soul?
Who said anything about a soul?
We don't have those hear!
Just hedonistic, self centered pleasure!
Heck forget the pleasure, just give me that good ol' misery and I'll be good!
"Come and find me my Love
If it's not too late, you'll know where to look
I leave no tracks, no scent, no trace
If it's not too late, you'll know where to look
Please forget the things I said and I wrote
Forget them and throw them away
Forget the things that I wrecked and I broke
Forget me and throw me away
The dark to me is a comfort
It offers blindness to me
There are so many horrible things in the light
They hurt for me to see
If you find me, carry me home
Don't wake me or whisper my name
Lock me in the warmth of your arms
And walk me away from my shame"
If it's not too late, you'll know where to look
I leave no tracks, no scent, no trace
If it's not too late, you'll know where to look
Please forget the things I said and I wrote
Forget them and throw them away
Forget the things that I wrecked and I broke
Forget me and throw me away
The dark to me is a comfort
It offers blindness to me
There are so many horrible things in the light
They hurt for me to see
If you find me, carry me home
Don't wake me or whisper my name
Lock me in the warmth of your arms
And walk me away from my shame"
On Tacos
No sleep coupled with pain...leads to a rather irrational state of mind.
I most certainly hope I do not have to sign any important legal documents today.
At this point I think I would sign over all my earthly possessions for a taco.
It wouldn't even have to be a good taco.
I just want a taco.
Is that too much to ask for?
Tacos are awesome.
So much more reliable than about...well I haven't done the math but it is a large number, like...the majority of the people I know.
Tacos are dependable because they are so tasty.
They are always hand held.
They smell like heaven...or you know at least like fried beef and/or chicken.
They make me smile.
They don't make you feel inferior.
If they could give hugs I'm sure they would, so they would be incredibly tasty hugs.
Putting sauce on them only increases their awesome powers.
So you know...tacos are actually perfect.
If I had to choose between best friends or tacos, the tacos would win.
If I had to choose between marriage and a family or a taco...you better believe I would shove the people out the door and enjoy my freaking taco!
Nothing is better.
Tacos, tacos, tacos.
I most certainly hope I do not have to sign any important legal documents today.
At this point I think I would sign over all my earthly possessions for a taco.
It wouldn't even have to be a good taco.
I just want a taco.
Is that too much to ask for?
Tacos are awesome.
So much more reliable than about...well I haven't done the math but it is a large number, like...the majority of the people I know.
Tacos are dependable because they are so tasty.
They are always hand held.
They smell like heaven...or you know at least like fried beef and/or chicken.
They make me smile.
They don't make you feel inferior.
If they could give hugs I'm sure they would, so they would be incredibly tasty hugs.
Putting sauce on them only increases their awesome powers.
So you know...tacos are actually perfect.
If I had to choose between best friends or tacos, the tacos would win.
If I had to choose between marriage and a family or a taco...you better believe I would shove the people out the door and enjoy my freaking taco!
Nothing is better.
Tacos, tacos, tacos.
"The world is a husk to be peeled back and torn
My body a shell that now breaks
How I long to escape from the chains that I’ve worn
And hasten my greatest escape
And when I breathe my very last, don’t shed a tear for me
Discard the body that once was my prison, for I’ll have been set free
And when the trumpets call us home and I’m no longer bedded by pain
Our tears will be forever dried, for the author of life knows my name
So we trample the hoards of the pointless and blank
We will die for the truth in our hearts
No force that exists will tear us from His hands
Nothing will tear us apart
Though the mirror is dull, the reflection obscured
We look beyond the obtuse
And the world weighs down, beating us to the ground
But her efforts are of little use
The Anointed One has purchased our souls
Death is battered and lifeless before me
The truth rains down for the children of Christ
And the truth has set us free
And through it all we rise when we fall
Though the road grows more narrow before me
Though we ache, though we cry, never break, never die
The one truth there it sets us free "
My body a shell that now breaks
How I long to escape from the chains that I’ve worn
And hasten my greatest escape
And when I breathe my very last, don’t shed a tear for me
Discard the body that once was my prison, for I’ll have been set free
And when the trumpets call us home and I’m no longer bedded by pain
Our tears will be forever dried, for the author of life knows my name
So we trample the hoards of the pointless and blank
We will die for the truth in our hearts
No force that exists will tear us from His hands
Nothing will tear us apart
Though the mirror is dull, the reflection obscured
We look beyond the obtuse
And the world weighs down, beating us to the ground
But her efforts are of little use
The Anointed One has purchased our souls
Death is battered and lifeless before me
The truth rains down for the children of Christ
And the truth has set us free
And through it all we rise when we fall
Though the road grows more narrow before me
Though we ache, though we cry, never break, never die
The one truth there it sets us free "
Quote of the Day - Part Two:
“Faith is deliberate confidence in the character of God whose ways you may not understand at the time.”
-Oswald Chambers
-Oswald Chambers
Quote of the Day:
“The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.”
-Elie Wiesel
-Elie Wiesel
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
