I am feeling a serious amount of vindictive rage towards those "Christians" who seek to make those with a past feel inferior...as though they are somehow NOT human.

God help me grow in grace and not put my foot in my mouth...help me to show love and compassion towards all...even those I seek to deem unworthy of life...as if somehow...*I* a mere mortal were in a place to judge anyone...

Quote of the Day:

“It is just as cowardly to judge an absent person as it is wicked to strike a defenseless one. Only the ignorant and narrow-minded gossip, for they speak of persons...(as)...things.”
-Lawrence G. Lovasik

Zero

Broken and decrepit
this machine is falling apart.
This lack of control
just dictating
and ripping sanity to pieces
as the music plays
moving the crowd.

A sea of glass
moving in twilight
showing the shallowness
of my soul
as the waves pull back
exposing the lies
laying beneath the skins
festering in the heart.

Shallow pools form here and there
painting a structure
of a heart
just speaking out silently
hoping you will look on.

Bidding you goodnight
and farewell
on your journey
as you walk along the beach
feeling crushed seashells
moving underfoot
as the distance
just pulls you onward.

...why is it the ones who seem to go on and on about having "a relationship with Jesus" are the ones who seem to have the least amount of an idea as to what that really means?

Is there a divine score card being kept about how close I am getting to having an aneurysm?

I'm not sure I can ever be paid enough to deal with the levels of drama that come from being around certain people...escaping that with my sanity intact might be reason enough to flee north...

Class issue...sort of resolved...I guess.
I hate having to do that...but health and sanity are preferred to things falling apart like an excessively cheap house of cards just tumbling down...

Life is becoming like...a really shoddy dance.
Moving several steps in one direction just to be forced back because life doesn't know who the heck is supposed to be taking the lead...I'm considering just kicking her in the shin and making sure I don't get left behind back here anytime soon. I hate my lock breaking and getting trapped in my dorm room and missing classes and meals...

Yes.
That was possibly a case of mixed metaphors.
I haven't slept in over thirty hours...so sue me.

"They want you to be Jesus
They'll go down on one knee
But they'll want their money back
If you're alive at thirty-three
And you're turning tricks
With your crucifix
You're a star"

Quote of the Day:

“People have to really suffer before they can risk doing what they love.”
-Chuck Palahniuk

And...yeah.
Knew it was coming...still...

It can be difficult to wish the best when you sort of...

Continuing this line of thought is asinine.
It doesn't matter what I wish or feel...if it doesn't line up with reality.
Dreams are best kept to books.
Stories and other bullshit nonsense preserved for those silly enough to believe.
It's a pity I'm more than silly.
I'm just a fool in the rain.
Waiting on the wrong block.

At least in the realm of fiction...where fate is determined by the rolls of dice and the whims of a GM I can win.

Sometimes.

Since I'm keeping a somewhat up to the moment play by play of Codex's adventures in the Wasted Wests I might as well attempt to write up stories about him and the parties adventures. It would actually give me something to do with that freaking 'Tale Telling' skill.

I haven't really focused on trying to write fiction outside of NANOWRIMO and the RP that was associated with MXO.

Actually have a post apocalyptic Hell in which to throw my creative thoughts into has been draining but fun...most anything is possible and it is nice...very nice.

Getting up at seven AM to go hunting for Legos at a flea market was awesome.
Watching half of the second Transformers movie reminds me why I hate Michael Bay and reaffirms any movie remake of something from my childhood as being nothing but a horrible, horrible idea.

*sigh*

Yeah.
I really, really, REALLY just want to punch myself in the face right now.
I could go for one of those weird existential 'Fight Club' moments where I find out Brad Pitt is my alter ego and we fight each other to the death in a skyscraper.

That would make the most logical end to most of this.

I feel like a mix between "Creep" by Radiohead and "Losing My Religion" by REM.

And...music for the soul.
Prayers for the lonely and hopeful.
Regret that life has manifested as it has.

I just want perfection in a broken world.
Is that too much to ask?

I wonder if I will ever have a vision...a large vision for the world again.
When I was a teenager I felt I could do more than I could ever see...that I could touch the world and see some real change.

I'm fighting to ward off bitterness and not feel just consumed with the negative.

Please...please...revive these dry bones.
Revive this soul.
Help me to love and not hate.
Please...please...don't leave me here.
Make me new, renew Your love again.
Teach me to speak and sing anew.
God I need compassion and love in my soul.
I am so dry, so needy...God I am so needy.

I want to go where the streets have no name.
Where religion isn't bound to culture and people are free to breath and to believe.

I want to feel Your heartbeat next to mine
and I just want to get lost here.
Today and tonight.
Whatever may be and be.

Quote of the day:

“Because I remember, I despair. Because I remember, I have the duty to reject despair.”
-Elie Wiesel

"Red light, grey morning
You stumble out of a hole in the ground
A vampire or a victim
It depends on who's around
You used to stay up to watch the adverts
You could lip-synch to the talk shows
And if you look, you look through me
And when you talk it's not to me
And when I touch you, you don't feel a thing

If I could stay, then the night would give you up
Stay, and the day would keep its trust
Stay, and the night would be enough

Faraway, so close up with the static and the radio
With satellite television you can go anywhere
Miami, New Orleans, London, Belfast and Berlin

And if you listen I can't call
And if you jump, you just might fall
And if you shout, I'll only hear you
If I could stay then the night would give you up
Stay then the day would keep its trust
Stay with the demons you drowned
Stay with the spirit I found
Stay and the night would be enough

Three o'clock in the morning
It's quiet and there's no one around
Just the bang and the clatter as an angel runs to ground"

Of course.
More pain.
*sigh*

Why was I born again?

"I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah"

I exerted more effort than I personally cared to at this date and time.
I will sleep well tonight.
Goodnight world.

"You broke the bonds and you
Loosed the chains
Carried the cross
And my shame
All my shame
You know I believe it

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for"

I hate when I dream.
Things are far too vivid...I never know if it's real or not...even after waking up.

I just...

Ack.
Argh.
Bleh.
Mefgh.
Pain.

...in hindsight I really wish youtube would have chosen a different picture to show for the trailer.

Oh well.

>_>

Amazing Movie Trailer

God I don't want to dream about her again...I want the past to stay dead.
The last thing I need is more memories being ripped out of the grave.

Quote of the Day:

“If you read history you will find that the Christians who did most for the present world were precisely those who thought most of the next. It is since Christians have largely ceased to think of the other world that they have become so ineffective in this.”
-C.S. Lewis