is this the right place? or the right time?

hmm?

When one is sometimes preoccupied with fear, one should know that there is none else but Him. And if one sees that fear still has the upper hand, one should know that there is no such thing as chance, which God has given from above, an opportunity to contemplate the end one has been sent this fear. It appears that it's been sent so that one could say, "there is none else beside Him". But if after all that, one is still afraid, than one should take it as a role model and say that one's fear of God should be as overpowering as the fear that is presently felt.

and in a blur of all unknown, the intensity levels beyond any apt description, the fog slowly seperates and rises. the wind begins to feel warmer as it carries my thoughts along the sidewalks and through the dancing trees. the sun illuminates my mind. the sky, bold and soft. from grey into blue. i write like a hippie but i don't care because even the most non sensical things fall into place when i am with you.

its' the nature of the experiment.

man i'm soo sick of having parties every weekend. it's strenuous, things go missing, it's an excuse for too much sex, theft and messying up another's house without really being responsible. i really think i'm going to exclude myself from the festivities for a while. old teenage hopes lay at my door. mark's dad used to tell him before he changed the world, he should clean his own bedroom. well i set aside all my commitments and tore apart this shit hole. and now it's my time.

exterminate all rational thought.

exterminate all rational thought.
exterminate all rational thought.
exterminate all rational thought.
exterminate all rational thought.
exterminate all rational thought.
exterminate all rational thought.
exterminate all rational thought.
exterminate all rational thought.
exterminate all rational thought.
exterminate all rational thought.
exterminate all rational thought.
exterminate all rational thought.
exterminate all rational thought.
exterminate all rational thought.

itwasgoodfridaythestreetswereopenandemptyioncefellinlovewithyoujustbecausetheskiesturnedfromgreyintoblue.

rejazz:

motivation for sleep? i am robot. number s1048. version whatever. i feel like i'm dreaming. in the sense that, i essentially feel as though i'm actually sleeping. it doesn't feel. why is it that when i so drift off to sleep, it is than that i feel as though i've woken at all? haze may accumulate, but thought progression, preservation, has held strong. we could keep on burying our dead, keep on planting their bones in the ground. but they won't grow. the sun doesn't help, and than what you find yourself with, is a giant grub of names and dates. the dust of earth returns.

we're living in a den of thieves
rummaging for answers in the pages
the flowers they gave me were rotten
but still i refused to throw them out
the bulbs never even opened quite fully
so i waited instead
the things i have loved i'm allowed to keep
i'll never know if i go to sleep
i'm taking a knife to the books that i own
i'm chopping and chopping and boiling
soup from stones
and somedays aren't yours at all
they come and go as if there someone else's days
they come and leave you behind someone else's face
and it's harsher than yours
colder than yours
they come in and quiet, sweep up and than they leave

we don't hear a single floorboard creek


i've gone away
don't call me, don't write

i'm not really here

so this is literature..

we used to call it running with the extinct, but they're kind of all dead now... so now, we call this running with the endangered. of the billions upon billions of species that one could usually find just about anywhere one went, only a few remain... i believe the last number was 137,982, outside of domesticated ones, but i would probably be wrong seeing as the number changes every other minute.

the signs here used to say welcome to mexico. the humans who live here used to say welcome to infierno, for all you non-hispanics that might mean 'hell'. these days the signs say welcome to el santuario, loosly translating to mean 'the sanctuary', obviously a name like mexico wasn't working anymore, and hell was loosing it's touch.

you see, there isn't anymore animals anywhere but here. climate change and all that global warming kung-fooey crap, really fucked things up on the planet, and not too long after those yankee idiots decided to do something about it, all animal migration patterns were already starting and ending in el santuario. Pretty soon, everything just stopped migrating, and lived their full lives here... which was obviously only sustainable for a few hundred thousand species.

say i am everything. say i am god. everything. the world slaps you. the donkey is the mankind, and person beating it is god. he beats it not because he hates it, but because he loves it. and wants to miove it out of the pile of mud and shit and onto the green pastures for which it was meant in it's creations. as impossibilistic and idealistic as this now, but one day it will be...

altruism
or
bust.

love... or KABOOM! ~mushroom clouds~

a sight to behold

he thinks he knows me. he thinks he's figured the every equation, pattern, and entire mathematics that we may very well call me. and we laughed together because we know these thoughts, these self proclaimations of utter greatness stray far from what holds true. i didn't ask, nor did i condone his disrespectful self to come into my home, my bedroom, my sanctuary, my hideout and disturb the peace, the positivity. these few events have left me in a frenzy of mixed emotions. sad, because the care that has prevailed falls on deaf ears, wool covered eyes - a whirlwind of egoism. confusion. we got here somehow. misconceptions in regards to all things from the C. frustration. my walls, my possessions, so much sentiment being pryed from my very hands. ecstatic. reinforcing the faith in each doubt. relief. and him. his warmth and his explosions of rich blue, surging electric light i'm blessed with gazing into. everything is fine. everything is more than fine. words have been left unsaid but i truly do not gain any sort of satisfaction out of spitting harsh bashes at him, though there are, of course, the times when one needs to get their earful. time. as much as i have pent up the dramas, i've come to let go. emancipation, education, masturbation. life is wonderful and i'll fuckin' finger paint all i want. :)

it's like the cheeto cheese you can never get enough of

making love feels like crying. making love feels like every beautiful moment ever endured, every heightened sense of beauty and what it entails, all experienced & encompassed within the moments shared together. as we breathe heavy in unison. each others' fingertips rushing softly, delicately over our bodies. we awaken and react as one, creating the love that spills so poetically from our lips. love at it's finest.

so the king has floated via sky on his cloud and arrived back on the same pedastool, if not raised a touch or two, to here from which he departed.

there is an understanding, one that is unspoken. an unspoken understanding. words need not be said. glances thought to be one sided have now been deemed consentual, have now been locked and have delved deep within. she stares into the pools of his heart and feels his soul wrapping it's warmth around her whole entire body, relative to her soul, her entire being and existance. both out of breath and intensely shaky, she nuzzles as close into him as she physically can. he is soft. he is gentle. his eyes water when he speaks, as he speaks with great passion and nothing less. she closes her eyes to relish in their peace, in the feelings that in such a short time have blasted off beyond any concepts of time and space.

i was holding a blue flag. i was overwhelmed as tears started pouring down my face, all the while nuzzling into my new boyfriend. all this pain i have felt had been freed from the confinements i somehow managed to have created inside of me. he looked at me and i lost myself in his stare. i hoped than that his stare could be mine for much time to come. i will wish for that to be always.