Thursday, August 16, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Cutter bug spray
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Monday, August 06, 2007
Saturday, August 04, 2007
My celebrity decorated chalk board
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Thursday, August 02, 2007
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Glue traps piss me off
Stab the corn
The star child crept up to her once mobile zero belt of fame. Her honesty has endangered her eventual demise as keeper of the secret of times. Jovial in nature she can't but take from only modest proportion. Starting for the light she infringes on her own fulfillment. Her hair of coarse remise. Her smile of progressive enlightenment. Her charm can't be touched by the most restless tormenter. Her dreams are filled with rotating whispers. Flooded with overwhelming songs of bowel she poops. Silently. She has to make her escape. With her summer drab she can easily fill in the holes in the aging dungeon wall. Bats, once startled by her prescence, now use her as resting grounds. The smell of the underground prison. Putrid. The smell of sulfur and ammonia. Overwhelming. To curse the mind. To singe the nose. Her doom kept ringing. Vision was limited to hands distance. A strange fog surrounded her. She longed to kiss the Black Prince, but she had never realized the implications of her actions. Her son Abdul was a skilled magician with great potential. It was his dream to become the next dark prince. But what had she done? Does she want sacrifice her light to satisfy her son's aspirations? Her despair only grew. She realized her death ticket was hanging in front of her eyes. She knew she could only suffer and die or she could attempt escape. What does she do? You decide! Post comments on my Blogger Blog. Http://Unstence.blogspot.com
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
E-harmony / E-EatMyShit
Am i the only one who isn't eligible for this? I spend fifteen minutes of my time filling out their fancy form and when i get to the end i'm greeted with a wonderful message stating that i don't meet certain criteria to be part of their website. Where do i go? I guess this means there is no hope for me. :)Will i ever find social acceptance?
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
The broken samsung a707
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Subject inherent
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Current mood: Ding dim
Bumble bee beaver. Swim through tomorrow's palace. See the seed. The seed of. Maybe tomoronw. Another day. Another squirming sunset. For the stalk of happiness be made of the same as evil. Illusion. Dementia. Sanity. The warming forest shall conjest you fool! looking forward. Can you see? can you see your bleak future? are you numb? are you unconcerned. A veil of shame surrounds you. Why have you led yourself here? what is it you wish to gain? is it selfish? do you wonder why is verd war? why is there poverty? why is there wealth? how do you want to live your life? a convulted dream? do you use your brain? is life amazing to you? what gives you joy? why? what defines joy? do you fear or do you conquer?
Current mood: Ding dim
Bumble bee beaver. Swim through tomorrow's palace. See the seed. The seed of. Maybe tomoronw. Another day. Another squirming sunset. For the stalk of happiness be made of the same as evil. Illusion. Dementia. Sanity. The warming forest shall conjest you fool! looking forward. Can you see? can you see your bleak future? are you numb? are you unconcerned. A veil of shame surrounds you. Why have you led yourself here? what is it you wish to gain? is it selfish? do you wonder why is verd war? why is there poverty? why is there wealth? how do you want to live your life? a convulted dream? do you use your brain? is life amazing to you? what gives you joy? why? what defines joy? do you fear or do you conquer?
a poem for maxter
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
a poem type deal i wrote. one of those "let the words flow out without thinking" kind of thing. its near decent i suppose. kinda irrelevant at first, but starts to make a little sense at the end.
penis bot penis bot
hell hell
go to the dark circle
calibrate your bow
birth upright the yonder
in the tales of fear
makers of fortune will run dear
standing in the marsh with nothing but a a hat
a man of deep sorrow wears a hat
the hat is the feather he uses to float to the sky
with the birds and the buzzards crowding by
up the windowseal you will see the same grace and beauty the capped man could see
for when you put your heart and soul
into the window seal you will know
out from the distance that bird will scream
up to your windowseal and then for you it willl sing
chirp little birdy chirp while you can
for soon you will know no man
a poem type deal i wrote. one of those "let the words flow out without thinking" kind of thing. its near decent i suppose. kinda irrelevant at first, but starts to make a little sense at the end.
penis bot penis bot
hell hell
go to the dark circle
calibrate your bow
birth upright the yonder
in the tales of fear
makers of fortune will run dear
standing in the marsh with nothing but a a hat
a man of deep sorrow wears a hat
the hat is the feather he uses to float to the sky
with the birds and the buzzards crowding by
up the windowseal you will see the same grace and beauty the capped man could see
for when you put your heart and soul
into the window seal you will know
out from the distance that bird will scream
up to your windowseal and then for you it willl sing
chirp little birdy chirp while you can
for soon you will know no man
the character of the aching soul
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Current mood: *~o0circumsiZed0o~*
Category: *~o0circumsiZed0o~* Writing and Poetry
i can't believe this! 1 million blog views!!!!
and here's the show :)
so what i did here was just start writing hoping that something neat would happen. i just started writing random words in my mind. i did no editing to it other than spelling mistakes and splitting it into paragraphs. the first paragraph you can see is obviously just me spitting mental garbage. i took a mental shit. then my system was a little cleaner and the shit was out of the way i could get to a different part of my brain. but soon again i'll be full of shit
---------------------------------------BUENAS DIAS!
so for one thing you can't always express those of true imperialism. making a strength to curtail the roast is a practice ball of a a sandwich. if we were to take out the jobs of the most ambitious salesman then we would be capable of participating in very large worlds of matter. for instance if we were to get a large beach ball full of peaches and pears would we then be able to equip it with its utmost important manifold?
consciousness is a participatory activity that requires you to be aware of the fact you are doing it. the unconscious though is like a wading ground. its a fuzzy area. its another language. you can only roughly translate it sometimes. its what controls your breathing and heart and all sorts of things that you aren't conscious of. by learning to communicate with this unconscious you will be able to better understand yourself and what you are about. maybe think of different ideas in your head and then think of how those ideas came to be. where did that thought come from? before it reached your conscious brain it was picked up by your unconscious brain. perhaps from this higher state of energy other worldly dimension thing that i think I've written of before. makes sense to me.
---------------------------------------- END!
so here's a little more bullshit to expound on my sexy endeavor:
so this higher energy state is whatever you make it Jesus, Buddha, Allah. it doesn't matter. reality is what you perceive it as. everything is in your head. i read a quote from someone somewhere that said to a degree "there is not one shred of evidence that anything in this reality should be taken seriously" what if we are just some guy's dream?
everything is made of atoms. we are all the same. i am the same as a tree, as a bird, as a flower, as a stapler. i'll finish this part when i get my masters in quantum physics :D
Current mood: *~o0circumsiZed0o~*
Category: *~o0circumsiZed0o~* Writing and Poetry
i can't believe this! 1 million blog views!!!!
and here's the show :)
so what i did here was just start writing hoping that something neat would happen. i just started writing random words in my mind. i did no editing to it other than spelling mistakes and splitting it into paragraphs. the first paragraph you can see is obviously just me spitting mental garbage. i took a mental shit. then my system was a little cleaner and the shit was out of the way i could get to a different part of my brain. but soon again i'll be full of shit
---------------------------------------BUENAS DIAS!
so for one thing you can't always express those of true imperialism. making a strength to curtail the roast is a practice ball of a a sandwich. if we were to take out the jobs of the most ambitious salesman then we would be capable of participating in very large worlds of matter. for instance if we were to get a large beach ball full of peaches and pears would we then be able to equip it with its utmost important manifold?
consciousness is a participatory activity that requires you to be aware of the fact you are doing it. the unconscious though is like a wading ground. its a fuzzy area. its another language. you can only roughly translate it sometimes. its what controls your breathing and heart and all sorts of things that you aren't conscious of. by learning to communicate with this unconscious you will be able to better understand yourself and what you are about. maybe think of different ideas in your head and then think of how those ideas came to be. where did that thought come from? before it reached your conscious brain it was picked up by your unconscious brain. perhaps from this higher state of energy other worldly dimension thing that i think I've written of before. makes sense to me.
---------------------------------------- END!
so here's a little more bullshit to expound on my sexy endeavor:
so this higher energy state is whatever you make it Jesus, Buddha, Allah. it doesn't matter. reality is what you perceive it as. everything is in your head. i read a quote from someone somewhere that said to a degree "there is not one shred of evidence that anything in this reality should be taken seriously" what if we are just some guy's dream?
everything is made of atoms. we are all the same. i am the same as a tree, as a bird, as a flower, as a stapler. i'll finish this part when i get my masters in quantum physics :D
i figured out what's wrong with me!
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
a moment of clarity last night. i took this wonderful myers-briggs personality test. here i learn that my personality type is INFP. which stands for "Introverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiving" it was kind of like reading a manual on myself. it turns out that my personality type makes up about 1.5% of the population. the smallest percentage!
a few attributes about me:
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Highly creative, artistic and spiritual, they can produce wonderful works of art, music and literature. INFPs are natural artists. They will find great satisfaction if they encourage and develop their artistic abilities. That doesn't mean that an INFP has to be a famous writer or painter in order to be content. Simply the act of "creating" will be a fulfilling source of renewal and refreshment to the INFP. An INFP should allow himself or herself some artistic outlet, because it will add enrichment and positive energy to their life.
They're more spiritually aware than most people, and are more in touch with their soul than others. Most INFPs have strong Faith. Those that don't may feel as if they're missing something important. An INFP should nourish their faith.
INFPs are very aware of social injustice, and empathize with the underdog. Their empathy for the underdog and hyper-awareness of social injustice makes them extremely compassionate and nurturing towards disadvantaged members of our society. INFPs will feel most useful and fulfilled when they are fighting to help people who have been misfortunate in our society. They may be teachers, ministers, writers, counsellors or psychologists, but they will most likely all spend extra time trying to help people with special problems. An INFP can find a tremendous amount of satisfaction by enacting some kind of social change that will help the underdog.
They're usually good listeners who genuinely want to hear about someone's problems, and genuinely want to help them. This makes them outstanding counsellors, and good friends. An INFP may find great satisfaction from volunteering as a counselor.
They accept and value people as individuals, and are strongly egalitarian. They believe that an individual has the right to be themself, without having their attitudes and perspectives brought under scrutiny. Accordingly, they have a great deal of tolerance and acceptance dealing with people who might encounter negative judgment from society in general. They can see something positive in everyone. They believe in individuals. If they give themselves the opportunity, an INFP can become a much-needed source of self-esteem and confidence for people who cannot find it on their own. In this way, they can nurture a "sick soul" back to health.
Usually deep and intelligent, they're able to grasp difficult concepts with relative ease. They usually do quite well academically, and will find that educating their minds nourishes their need to think deeply.
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reading the descriptions and with further research reading other infp's stories (http://www.theintrovertzcoach.com/famous_infps.html scroll down) made me cry many times because it was the same thing i felt.
of course there's a lot more to it than this, but check out www.personalitypage.com to read about the profile types. there are all sorts of free personality ones you can take online, but the one i took was on the plentyoffish website. you can also take one that costs 5 dollars on the personalitypage.com site.
a moment of clarity last night. i took this wonderful myers-briggs personality test. here i learn that my personality type is INFP. which stands for "Introverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiving" it was kind of like reading a manual on myself. it turns out that my personality type makes up about 1.5% of the population. the smallest percentage!
a few attributes about me:
-------------
Highly creative, artistic and spiritual, they can produce wonderful works of art, music and literature. INFPs are natural artists. They will find great satisfaction if they encourage and develop their artistic abilities. That doesn't mean that an INFP has to be a famous writer or painter in order to be content. Simply the act of "creating" will be a fulfilling source of renewal and refreshment to the INFP. An INFP should allow himself or herself some artistic outlet, because it will add enrichment and positive energy to their life.
They're more spiritually aware than most people, and are more in touch with their soul than others. Most INFPs have strong Faith. Those that don't may feel as if they're missing something important. An INFP should nourish their faith.
INFPs are very aware of social injustice, and empathize with the underdog. Their empathy for the underdog and hyper-awareness of social injustice makes them extremely compassionate and nurturing towards disadvantaged members of our society. INFPs will feel most useful and fulfilled when they are fighting to help people who have been misfortunate in our society. They may be teachers, ministers, writers, counsellors or psychologists, but they will most likely all spend extra time trying to help people with special problems. An INFP can find a tremendous amount of satisfaction by enacting some kind of social change that will help the underdog.
They're usually good listeners who genuinely want to hear about someone's problems, and genuinely want to help them. This makes them outstanding counsellors, and good friends. An INFP may find great satisfaction from volunteering as a counselor.
They accept and value people as individuals, and are strongly egalitarian. They believe that an individual has the right to be themself, without having their attitudes and perspectives brought under scrutiny. Accordingly, they have a great deal of tolerance and acceptance dealing with people who might encounter negative judgment from society in general. They can see something positive in everyone. They believe in individuals. If they give themselves the opportunity, an INFP can become a much-needed source of self-esteem and confidence for people who cannot find it on their own. In this way, they can nurture a "sick soul" back to health.
Usually deep and intelligent, they're able to grasp difficult concepts with relative ease. They usually do quite well academically, and will find that educating their minds nourishes their need to think deeply.
-------------------
reading the descriptions and with further research reading other infp's stories (http://www.theintrovertzcoach.com/famous_infps.html scroll down) made me cry many times because it was the same thing i felt.
of course there's a lot more to it than this, but check out www.personalitypage.com to read about the profile types. there are all sorts of free personality ones you can take online, but the one i took was on the plentyoffish website. you can also take one that costs 5 dollars on the personalitypage.com site.
cout
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
because i said so. because i lifted my wings before i touched the cardinal sky before i reached the unobtainable guilt from above. may the test of time be sure of its own attributes before its pits me against my own worst enemy. forever will the starlight gazing above my head be slowly worked into my methodological life. every time i strive for excellence the inner worth expels from its core to provide a picture of mud to slow my ever growing curiosity. sometimes the patterns of life can be so apparent but can be so uneasily understood. i always need to understand but the understanding is from within and i must look within for this understanding. wading in ponds streaming through the field i pass the most gorgeous headstone, but is it only for me to see or does it have history? are histories created for me instantly and is the future only the history of the present? sometimes i feel that i can't communicate so it gives me whims about my own persona. maybe a week of solitude and restlessness would be appropriate.
because i said so. because i lifted my wings before i touched the cardinal sky before i reached the unobtainable guilt from above. may the test of time be sure of its own attributes before its pits me against my own worst enemy. forever will the starlight gazing above my head be slowly worked into my methodological life. every time i strive for excellence the inner worth expels from its core to provide a picture of mud to slow my ever growing curiosity. sometimes the patterns of life can be so apparent but can be so uneasily understood. i always need to understand but the understanding is from within and i must look within for this understanding. wading in ponds streaming through the field i pass the most gorgeous headstone, but is it only for me to see or does it have history? are histories created for me instantly and is the future only the history of the present? sometimes i feel that i can't communicate so it gives me whims about my own persona. maybe a week of solitude and restlessness would be appropriate.
shapes and incoherent ramblings
Monday, April 09, 2007
So I noticed the street signs, driving today. I wondered why are they the shapes that they are and why do those shapes have the names they have. What are the shapes symbolic of? And I think: We are limited by geometry. We only have these certain shapes that we can see and they define our reality. What is outside these shapes? What's beyond the triangle? To escape geometry is to escape reality? A space ... your room. Inside this area imagine a transparent sphere inside of it. You cannot touch or see this sphere because you are limited to the 3 physical dimensions you are aware of. You aren't aware of this forth dimension or 5th or 6th...
Think of a stick man. He has length and width, but no depth. He can't turn his head around. He can only move right and left up and down. Think of the stick guy moving across a photograph of a street. All of this is still hard to imagine. Of course. We don't know any real person could survive with only two dimensions. You would be infinitely flat. But this stick guy is confounded to his 2 dimensional world. We are able to observe him, but he can't see us. I'll figure a good reason out why soon enough.
So that's kinda how this orb thing is. It possesses higher dimensions and can observe us because it can see in all the dimensions we can. We cannot see it because it exists on higher dimensions than we do. I believe these dimensions obviously aren't physical and are more spiritual. Within these is perhaps things such as thought and history and god.
This is based off of my own thoughts, some string theory stuff I've read before, and my wantingness to start a writing again.
So I noticed the street signs, driving today. I wondered why are they the shapes that they are and why do those shapes have the names they have. What are the shapes symbolic of? And I think: We are limited by geometry. We only have these certain shapes that we can see and they define our reality. What is outside these shapes? What's beyond the triangle? To escape geometry is to escape reality? A space ... your room. Inside this area imagine a transparent sphere inside of it. You cannot touch or see this sphere because you are limited to the 3 physical dimensions you are aware of. You aren't aware of this forth dimension or 5th or 6th...
Think of a stick man. He has length and width, but no depth. He can't turn his head around. He can only move right and left up and down. Think of the stick guy moving across a photograph of a street. All of this is still hard to imagine. Of course. We don't know any real person could survive with only two dimensions. You would be infinitely flat. But this stick guy is confounded to his 2 dimensional world. We are able to observe him, but he can't see us. I'll figure a good reason out why soon enough.
So that's kinda how this orb thing is. It possesses higher dimensions and can observe us because it can see in all the dimensions we can. We cannot see it because it exists on higher dimensions than we do. I believe these dimensions obviously aren't physical and are more spiritual. Within these is perhaps things such as thought and history and god.
This is based off of my own thoughts, some string theory stuff I've read before, and my wantingness to start a writing again.
zero and infinity
Sunday, April 22, 2007
so the relationship between zero and infinity. all or nothing. both are hard to imagine. what if i told you they were the same thing?
i think of it like this: here we are in high states of disorder; very unorganized. we move stuff around. we are always looking for something to make organization easier. even on my computer i don't have everything very organized. my room isn't organized. there is always a revision to the organizational structure that could improve it.
when you leave our dimension you can find higher orders of organization that are outside our normal awareness. if we were to think of one of these enhanced organization structures then we would relate it to a "big a-hah" moment.
so this is how i see god: the highest level of organization, but of course he isn't a person. he is all around you. he is nature. he is hate. he is you. the earth, the moon, the universe, our breath and everything else are him. god is everything.
he has everything very highly organized. think of it like this: you could say your life could be categorized and put into folders. the folders could be happiness, worries, future, skills, hobbies, etc. so you have all of these folders and you can't figure out how to combine them all. you know how to put soccer and baseball into a sports folder and a sports folder in a hobbies one, but then where do you put hobbies?
god on the other hand can organize them all into one folder, then it is further broken down. think of it being cut in half. you finally get to a point where your life is summarized into a sentence. then it is broken down even further infinitely. (and then runs negative and turns into a black hole?) so here we are with this highly organized information that has no size anymore because its so highly organized, but wait! it contains all the information in my entire life. how did this happen?
i started out with my life in folders. god came along and was able to combine everything (soccer and baseball goes under sports. sports goes under hobbies) into an infinitely small folder. so as long as we wait an infinitely long time, our highly unorganized life (which is composed of everything which is actually god) is organized into nothing.
so everything hides in nothing. nothing is made of everything. everything is god.
a drawn out analogy perhaps, but it makes sense.
so the relationship between zero and infinity. all or nothing. both are hard to imagine. what if i told you they were the same thing?
i think of it like this: here we are in high states of disorder; very unorganized. we move stuff around. we are always looking for something to make organization easier. even on my computer i don't have everything very organized. my room isn't organized. there is always a revision to the organizational structure that could improve it.
when you leave our dimension you can find higher orders of organization that are outside our normal awareness. if we were to think of one of these enhanced organization structures then we would relate it to a "big a-hah" moment.
so this is how i see god: the highest level of organization, but of course he isn't a person. he is all around you. he is nature. he is hate. he is you. the earth, the moon, the universe, our breath and everything else are him. god is everything.
he has everything very highly organized. think of it like this: you could say your life could be categorized and put into folders. the folders could be happiness, worries, future, skills, hobbies, etc. so you have all of these folders and you can't figure out how to combine them all. you know how to put soccer and baseball into a sports folder and a sports folder in a hobbies one, but then where do you put hobbies?
god on the other hand can organize them all into one folder, then it is further broken down. think of it being cut in half. you finally get to a point where your life is summarized into a sentence. then it is broken down even further infinitely. (and then runs negative and turns into a black hole?) so here we are with this highly organized information that has no size anymore because its so highly organized, but wait! it contains all the information in my entire life. how did this happen?
i started out with my life in folders. god came along and was able to combine everything (soccer and baseball goes under sports. sports goes under hobbies) into an infinitely small folder. so as long as we wait an infinitely long time, our highly unorganized life (which is composed of everything which is actually god) is organized into nothing.
so everything hides in nothing. nothing is made of everything. everything is god.
a drawn out analogy perhaps, but it makes sense.
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