A very good take on varying Faiths
Suppose you and I have had an argument. If you have beaten me instead of my beating you, then are you necessarily right and am I necessarily wrong? If I have beaten you instead of your beating me, then am I necessarily right and are you necessarily wrong? Is one of us right and the other wrong? Are both of us right or are both of us wrong? If you and I don't know the answer, then other people are bound to be even more in the dark. Whom shall we get to decide what is right? Shall we get someone who agrees with you to decide? But if he already agrees with you, how can he decide fairly? Shall we get someone who agrees with me? But if he already agrees with me, how can he decide? Shall we get someone who disagrees with both of us?... But waiting for one shifting voice [to decide for] another is the same as waiting for none of them. Harmonize them all with the Heavenly Equality, leave them to their endless changes, and so live out your years. What do I mean by harmonizing them with the Heavenly Equality? Right is not right; so is not so. If right were really right, it would differ so clearly from not right that there would be no need for argument. If so were really so, it would differ so clearly from not so that there would be no need for argument. Forget the years; forget distinctions. Leap into the boundless and make it your home!
Taoism. Chuang Tzu 2
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A bastardization of "pre-writing" done for a class. Poems were written Tuesday, the 2nd, and were about "school," "money," "alcohol," "family," "romance," "friends," "lying," "drugs," "society" and "future." The compilation, see below was written Thursday. She wanted us to type it up, sooo, I did. Different effects mean different stresses on the words or phrases.
She is my knight in shining armour, she is my idol
Different families, different 'grounds
Different countries, different towns
Different bodies, different times
[Same heart, same mind]
Change...
Nap time, snack time, free time no more
A free country, slave to his currency
Violent blumbering morons
We fight our battles, our opinions unknown
We keep our minds closed, our mouths closed
We think what they tell us to
We are lost in the alternate frame of mind
An escape
Pills are the fix all
The escape from our lives
When did this happen?
This stupid frame of mind.
Change? It is for now.
Inspired by: Dr. Suess's "Oh, The Places You’ll Go!"
"Tick-Tock" Goes the Clock
She stares out her window, the alarm buzzing loudly, but she is in a different world. A world of letters and words. A world of paint-smeared canvases, as real as that distant, dull "beep." Equations, as the wind, define the movements of the birds and the trees. Binary flutters on butterfly wings. Her windows are all lighted by their own suns, each an opportunity, a chance, a road to a new world. She looks carefully through each, peering at the papers involved, weighing what it takes to get through. But she doesn't crawl through, continuing on her defaulted path. "I can choose later" she says, "I still have time."
She walks along, noticing some of the windows' suns have gone out. Shrugging, she continues on her way. "It's a trade off," she says to no one in particular, "They weren't the right decisions for me. I'll make my decision when it's time. When I see something just right. I don't know what I want, and I don't know how I'll get it. I do know, whatever I do, it'll be right for me and I won't regret it. The work will pay off, the games will play on. And when I find my window, that will be that. It will be it.”
The equations circle over her head, blistering and whispering "Time." She rushes past and the further she rushes, the more darkened the windows become. She has been waiting, biding time she doesn't have. Small coins, coins she didn't even know she had, float out of her pockets, toward the darkened windows. Her hand reaches into her pockets, finding a single coin left. She forces herself to make a decision, her brain fuzzy and her feet not sure what direction is up, down, left, or right-and-thre
Politics was good 1000 years ago. Today politicians have no ability to solve any problems because they aren't students of behaviour. They're not students of agriculture, oceanography; they know nothing about the factors that operate the world so they say things that people like to hear and that gets them elected. Now scientists, on the other hand, are not concerned with public approval. What they do: even if everyone on earth believed the earth was flat, they would say, "you're wrong, this is the evidence we have to support the fact the earth is round" but they don't say the earth is a little round and a little flat. That's politicians. -Jacques Fresco
To take the world as one finds it, the bad with the good, making the best of the present moment—to laugh at Fortune alike whether she be generous or unkind—to spend freely when one has money, and to hope gaily when one has none—to fleet the time carelessly, living for love and art—this is the temper and spirit of the modern Bohemian in his outward and visible aspect. It is a light and graceful philosophy, but it is the Gospel of the Moment, this exoteric phase of the Bohemian religion; and if, in some noble natures, it rises to a bold simplicity and naturalness, it may also lend its butterfly precepts to some very pretty vices and lovable faults, for in Bohemia one may find almost every sin save that of Hypocrisy. ...
His faults are more commonly those of self-indulgenc
What, then, is it that makes this mystical empire of Bohemia unique, and what is the charm of its mental fairyland? It is this: there are no roads in all Bohemia! One must choose and find one’s own path, be one’s own self, live one’s own life.
-Gelett Burgess
Beauty. An artform in itself. Idiosyncrasy. Being oneself. Raw emotion. Raw form. A flower in life, and in death. A pregnant woman, aglow with life. A child's innocence, naivety, nothing gets in his way because there are no rules. No rules. Passion. No make-up. No clothing. Nothing to hide or accentuate. Just honesty. Truth. Love, devotion, passion. An overwhelming misery. Nothing to hide. Tears of sadness, tears of joy. No photoshop. No saturation ups or downs, no hue changes. Just life. The good, and the bad. Funerals for the family pet. When your first family member dies. When you being to understand death. Only then can you understand life. Life. Nothing to hide or show off. A blatant in your face. In the flesh. Here I am Truth. Emotion. Life. It's an artform. It's beauty. And we all hide from it. We don't understand. We can't be honest with ourselves, or others. We have to hid the negative and exaggerate the positive. Or, if you're so different, so special and unique, you hide the positive and accentuate the negative. But you're never truthful. Honest. Beautiful.
I found this ironic... not only because he apparently doesn't know the definition of the word, nor does he know how to spell it, but he is "damning" people for that very thing...
k0t3y41
damn weabou
vvillegas98
umm excuse me?!
k0t3y41
Oh some one who uses words of a language they dont know and dont know how to spell in the wrong circumstances
corruptstar1
Wrong, Weeaboo is kid who is obsessed with Japanese Culture, anime, music, food, learns to speak japanese. basicly go to Gaia and you'll see millions of them
Capricorn Horoscopes
(Dec 22 - Jan 19)
Saturday, Jan 2nd, 2010: You normally don't mind waiting for personal satisfaction, but today you could be frustrated because you don't have what you want. Even if your basic needs are being met, you might feel as if there's something missing, yet you don't know exactly what it is. Your irritation could get the best of you until you realize that there's no hurry and that you've been given the gift of a couple more weeks to sort it all out.
Even if I don't have a couple weeks, I only turn 18 once, and fucking EVERYONE is backing out on me...
To all the males, and females, that I have been role-playing with:
I am terribly sorry for being so slow to the replies, and even a few being read but not being replied to. Sadly, this is not just saying I sucked. With school and my current computer's status (a little sticky), getting online is becoming tough and overly time consuming. However, when I finally shift to responsible time management, I will reply to every single one... Yep... all... 20+... Unfortunately, this shift is not very predictable, so it may be a while (or very soon, most likely the first). Role-playing takes a particular mindset for me and with stress and other things butting in to my RP time, the quality of what I write lessens, which is not fair to the other party -also known as you- so while it isn't fair to just seemingly drop our -in some cases- absolutely fantastic stories, I also don't find it fair to not give the same quality that a select few of you may (or may not) have come to expect. Umm... yeah... I'm sure this message kinda shows how my writing is not all there... ^-^* I just felt it was important for everyone to know, and this is more time efficient than messaging every single one of you. Once again, I am terribly sorry and apologize now for any and all future inconveniences
Dessy be bored. And her tummy hurts from the crackers and bread... too much Club crackers.... So yeah. I be at Brit's house right now and ow... I just gave myself a really epic wedgie... owie... my crotch... *shifts uncomfortably* Anyway, so... yeah... *rearranges clothes* Ah... so much better. ^-^ I'm going to be doing a major upheaval of my Fake representation at some point or another. Big stuff. Big stuff on the way. I don't know why I'm telling this... Fuck my tummy hurts... >.< So yeah. ^_^ Moo-fish!
EDIT: And now, apparently, I be spending the night at Brit's. Happy happy joy *yawn*
I dun wanna be a chicken
I dun wanna be a duck
So I shake my butt *wiggle wiggle wiggle*
I dunno. I'm bored. Kinda tired. Maybe a slight depressed... no... more... useless. Insufficient. Inadequate... yeah... that one's the best one to describe. Rawr. =P God I hope this thing doesn't default to showing everyone on my friends... seriously... Like, my main presentation does that... and it pisses me off because I am constantly fuckin' tweaking that thing. and it's just... RAWR... No one gives a fuck that I got rid of an icon or rewording some stuff... I should be allowed to turn off those stupid notices... *switches positions* Ugh... this is so much worse... I can't see... >.<*switches again* My cat looks like she's crying from one eye. It's rather saddening actually... Ugh... this is a little better... but not much... I need a post... And a comfy ground... Dammit why'd we move my bed! Grr... still throbbing... >.< Go away... whatever you are... It's 1.22. I'm pulling an all nighter... And I won't be sleeping tomorrow night either... *thumbs up* so Wednesday's going to blow some pretty heavy balls. I'm going to be so cranky and tired and have like, three energy drinks out of no where... Yes... I need to get some of that stuff... Mmm... Venom... it comes in the sexiest bottle ever... not even joking... Soo... many... ellipses... *dies in the period trio*
I dunno. My ex is being a jerk... but that's nothing new. I let someone steal my virginity (interpret that how you wish. It's the best way I can describe it) and now I'm kind of... thinking... maybe that wasn't such a good idea. I've been really sick recently. Like seriously. Pain sick. It's messed. And now I have glasses, and they give me a headache since my eyes aren't used to seeing that much detail. And I'm just kinda messed up right now... ^-^*
The wrong sex...
A long-time friend of mine is recently going through another phase of "No GUY will ever like me no GUY ever has liked me I'm going to be ALONE forever" She's bitchy and prude. She DOESN'T like the male gender. And so she whines to us that she's going to be lonely forever. Not realizing she has so many friends. But they're girls. She and I got in a fight last night because she was whining. We couldn't name three GUYS in the past 3 years that have liked her, but I can definitely name three PEOPLE in the past YEAR that have LOVED her. And she broke their hearts. Females don't seem to matter. And it really kinda hurts. Because she's writing all these blogs and what not of how no GUY is ever going to like her. When I myself have stuck with her, for 6 years. I'VE been there throughout all of her heartaches. I bitched at MY boyfriend when he wouldn't be nice to her. I'VE kept MY feelings about HER secret because I'VE been afraid that she wouldn't trust me anymore. And so her going on and on and on about how GUYS don't like her and how not a single GUY has ever complimented her and how all these GUYS just don't realize her. It really really really really really kinda pisses me off... so yeah... she needs to start noticing the people around her. And noticing how nice her friends are. And how long we've stuck with her through her drama, and fears. And how we've let her bitch to us about how no GUY is ever going to love her so she's going to be ALONE forever.
Does anyone get my point? Because she sure as hell doesn't...
Internet Dating?
I don't believe that internet relationships are healthy. You can have friendships. But most people need that ability to touch, and to hold, and kiss and snuggle and what-not. Usually, on the internet, people live fairly far away... and can't have that ability, except on the computer. That's why long-distance relationships fail (speaking from experience here) because, while one of them may be okay with not seeing the other at school every day, the other may go insane. Just because humans need to know that that person is always there, not just when they log-in.
So, even though I have a ton of friends on the net, I don't think I'd ever want to get in a serious relationship, simply because people are too fragile. And too easily hurt.
But that's just all my personal opinion. ^_^
*mrow*
I'm bored. And it's 4.37 in the morning. =P I love my sleep schedule. Wait a minute... I wans gonna write something important... DAMMIT! Well, I forgot what it was. So I'm going to ramble on and on and on and on. :D I love my fuck buddy and mistress. *huggles and cuddles* It's weird though. Because, I became fuck buddies with him... AFTER we dated. =P You'd think we'd never speak again because it ended kinda... ickily... ^-^* But then we said, we're horny, all the time, and don't wanna have to teach someone else how to push our buttons. So let's just bang like bunnies. ^_^ And then my mistress. My on again off again friend. We are THE definition of a Colorado friend. Except... most Colorado friends aren't as "cuddly" as we are... I lust her... :) I write poetry. Poetry's fun and damn easy to do. I don't write stories. Not even short ones. My short attention span doesn't allow me too. But I write poems. I'm currently working on a novel that is just a series of poems. So it's gonna be like a conceptual album... in poem form. It should be cool. I draw a lot too. I suck at it. Those piccy's on my house. I drew em. And edited em. And colored them. And fucked em. Never mind that last part. No I didn't. <.< Honest... that's weird... fucking my artwork... ew... >.< I've decided I'm an immature fuck. Seriously. I can't even say penis unless I'm telling a story or quoting someone. I don't call it a thingy either. It's a thoang... what the fucking hell? It's fun to say though. Say it with me. th-oing. th-oing. *giggle* I should write a thoang song. >^-^< It will be about thoangs and prudism. *giggle*thoang