This is a work in progress, I'll edit it later
Please prepare your sorrow
A man has fallen from grace
He stopped watching his figure and the shag on his face
And so through a side of our mouths let us pray for his health
Pray for his sanity, his career and himself
Let's pray he stops doing the drugs and acting aloof
Let's pray he stops rapping, wearing glasses and being uncouth
Let's mourn the loss of the greatest guy to ever perform
There was no one better, you can't deny that
Along with Heath Ledger and of course Bernie Mac
And all of the names now robbed from their bodies
By desperate speakers seeking attention
Clinging to our heart strings to suck our affection
He is the sacrifice that feeds our addiction
We need him to prolong our empty distraction
Please, prepare your sorrow
A man has fallen from grace
Time to make tasteless jokes until the story is drained
For we are the crowd, with our many opinions
Our God is TV and we're such loyal minions
We worship the idols presented before us
A bunch of gorgeous, perfect performers
But when they do something that seems kind of normal
We dismiss their oddness with the shrugs of our shoulder
It's obvious to us, they turned to drugs and disorder
But not us! We decry as we stalk them like vultures
We're all doped up on popular culture
24.2.09
16.2.09
Fuck the Police
http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2008/7/31/102059/440/447/559938
This article is half a year old, but it still deserves mention. Along with Oscar Grant, and so many others, the brutality of the police is hitting its last straw. Cops should be fined for taking their weapons out when the suspect doesn't have a deadly weapon, themselves. It's just that simple, they obviously can't be trusted to use fire-arms, whether lethal or not. Apparently we need laws to protect us from the men and women charged to serve and protect us.
This article is half a year old, but it still deserves mention. Along with Oscar Grant, and so many others, the brutality of the police is hitting its last straw. Cops should be fined for taking their weapons out when the suspect doesn't have a deadly weapon, themselves. It's just that simple, they obviously can't be trusted to use fire-arms, whether lethal or not. Apparently we need laws to protect us from the men and women charged to serve and protect us.
13.2.09
6 Philosophers with good advice on Happiness
I've heard people that consider philosophy to be a useless pursuit, but I think this stems from a misunderstanding of what philosophy is about. It's broken down to mean the love of knowledge, but I think in practice it's proved to be the pursuit of happiness. Not necessarily happiness itself, but a much more altruistic endeavor, the pursuit of how to be happy.
Understanding this theory, film-maker Alain de Bottom put together a very short 6 part series (each piece is 24 minutes long) that describes the ideas of renouned philosophers in a very modern, easily understandable way, and in doing so pursues a very simple concept; how does one find happiness? From Socrates to Nietzsche, each piece is full of easily accesible techniques and concepts to improve confidence, self-esteem, clarity and enjoyment.
Check it out: http://topdocumentaryfilms.com/philosophy-guide-to-happiness/
Understanding this theory, film-maker Alain de Bottom put together a very short 6 part series (each piece is 24 minutes long) that describes the ideas of renouned philosophers in a very modern, easily understandable way, and in doing so pursues a very simple concept; how does one find happiness? From Socrates to Nietzsche, each piece is full of easily accesible techniques and concepts to improve confidence, self-esteem, clarity and enjoyment.
Check it out: http://topdocumentaryfilms.com/philosophy-guide-to-happiness/
Truth that Bleeds
Seeing as how my computers have a tendency to get stolen, break, or get a virus (without me backing up my hard drive) I've taken to posting my poetry on the internet. I used to use the Myspace blog, but I've had my last straw with that stupid website and don't ever plan to use it again. I don't want to shift everything at once, but periodically I'll be taking poetry from there and submitting here.
This one is called "Truth that Bleeds"
Is there truth that still bleeds?
One heart that still beats?
One piece of art left unrated by the hollow iconographers
One sight not desecrated by a million blind photographers
Or a God not yet paraded by a million lined up followers
A drop of life left unsurrendered to the critics, tax and tacky vendors
And those pretty little prispers with their hateful little whispers
Where is there work not newly rendered by the modernist pretenders
To be glossed and painted over, hiding raw and naked lovers
Like the last leaf from December encased in glass to be remembered
Or a homemade family dinner that you can now have hand delivered
Where is there a cut without a band-aid or a laugh without a mandate
Where is there a man with all he needs as he watches himself breathe
Where is there truth that bleeds?
We see Jesus in our onion rings but barely remember our own dreams
The world begs for us to share it but we only listen to the parrots
We see magazine racks and candy bar shacks and coat hanger girls and modified squirrels
Children's tears from distant worlds are mixed in with our sweaters and shoes
We can't feed our babies our own milk, we cough out our air's residue
We keep bombs stored in our mountains and toxins in our fountains
And take pills to go to bed at night and pills to greet the morning light
Pray every day for a savior and then watch our actors play the heroes
All the while are collided by the prayers of those in need
But we only listen to our greed
Where is there truth that bleeds?
Where is art so real it looks like that dried piece of bacon left over from the night before
Or that photograph on the refridgerator at your mom's house from when you were four
Where is life so real you can feel its textures, instead of grazing over it like a another imperfection?
Where is life with light you can't describe, something you know nothing of, that you can't judge
Pureness with no name that won't be tamed by stupid words made up to capture the poetry for after
Something that will never be the same, the last of its kind like two old mens' laughter
Like the first smile of true lovers or the last wave good bye because nothing lasts forever
Like the last of its breed, the lonely, roaming warrior of an old, ancient creed
Where is there truth that bleeds?
This one is called "Truth that Bleeds"
Is there truth that still bleeds?
One heart that still beats?
One piece of art left unrated by the hollow iconographers
One sight not desecrated by a million blind photographers
Or a God not yet paraded by a million lined up followers
A drop of life left unsurrendered to the critics, tax and tacky vendors
And those pretty little prispers with their hateful little whispers
Where is there work not newly rendered by the modernist pretenders
To be glossed and painted over, hiding raw and naked lovers
Like the last leaf from December encased in glass to be remembered
Or a homemade family dinner that you can now have hand delivered
Where is there a cut without a band-aid or a laugh without a mandate
Where is there a man with all he needs as he watches himself breathe
Where is there truth that bleeds?
We see Jesus in our onion rings but barely remember our own dreams
The world begs for us to share it but we only listen to the parrots
We see magazine racks and candy bar shacks and coat hanger girls and modified squirrels
Children's tears from distant worlds are mixed in with our sweaters and shoes
We can't feed our babies our own milk, we cough out our air's residue
We keep bombs stored in our mountains and toxins in our fountains
And take pills to go to bed at night and pills to greet the morning light
Pray every day for a savior and then watch our actors play the heroes
All the while are collided by the prayers of those in need
But we only listen to our greed
Where is there truth that bleeds?
Where is art so real it looks like that dried piece of bacon left over from the night before
Or that photograph on the refridgerator at your mom's house from when you were four
Where is life so real you can feel its textures, instead of grazing over it like a another imperfection?
Where is life with light you can't describe, something you know nothing of, that you can't judge
Pureness with no name that won't be tamed by stupid words made up to capture the poetry for after
Something that will never be the same, the last of its kind like two old mens' laughter
Like the first smile of true lovers or the last wave good bye because nothing lasts forever
Like the last of its breed, the lonely, roaming warrior of an old, ancient creed
Where is there truth that bleeds?
11.2.09
Double-helix is just a Figment of some guy's acid trip
According to this article: http://www.serendipity.li/dmt/crick_lsd.htm the famous double-helix design used to depict the structure of DNA was nothing more than an LSD induced hallucination. Because entheogens have no value in human society other than forming fringe hippy cults, this obviously means the Double-Helix design is obsolete, and we should find a new image to demonstrate DNA. While we're at it, we should ban Alice in Wonderland, and anything made by Aldous Huxley.
To be clear, I don't think entheogens are the key to enlightenment, but they sure help the process by cutting away any unnecessary thought-patterns that inhibit the act of self-witnessing. Obviously habitual usage of anything, including entheogens, is detrimental, but I've found they were exactly the medicine my mind needed during profound moments of confusion in my life.
To be clear, I don't think entheogens are the key to enlightenment, but they sure help the process by cutting away any unnecessary thought-patterns that inhibit the act of self-witnessing. Obviously habitual usage of anything, including entheogens, is detrimental, but I've found they were exactly the medicine my mind needed during profound moments of confusion in my life.
WTF is the Olympics doing?
Kelloggs was one thing, they're a private company and can do what they want with their spokespeople. Granted 90% of the people over 12 that eat pop-tarts and cheeze-its are stoners, but that's beside the point. Now I read that the 2012 olympic committee is banning Phelps from participating. What was once a respectable competition is quickly turning itself itself into a shameful masquerade by choosing to stand with petty, partisan ideology. I think Phelps serves as a symbol, forcing the the system to confront its anachronistic perspective on what is acceptable and what is intolerable. He will no doubt go down in history as one of the greatest athletes of this generation, and his controversy only catalyzes his fame.
It's obvious the olympic committee is attempting to curb the influence this may have had on our youth, that pot isn't outwright evil but may reside in shades more gray. Well, to clean the pond, first the shit must rise to the surface. Let their obsolete judgments on the plant reveal their unfounded absolutism over recreational substances as an impediment on the progress of mankind. I think their rash, immature behavior over this issue will only cause a deeper stigma against them, and perhaps even lighten the burden on pot.
I personally don't see weed as a positive endeavor for habitual usage. However, I think it's a marvelous gateway toward hallucinogenic exploration, which I highly recommend.
It's obvious the olympic committee is attempting to curb the influence this may have had on our youth, that pot isn't outwright evil but may reside in shades more gray. Well, to clean the pond, first the shit must rise to the surface. Let their obsolete judgments on the plant reveal their unfounded absolutism over recreational substances as an impediment on the progress of mankind. I think their rash, immature behavior over this issue will only cause a deeper stigma against them, and perhaps even lighten the burden on pot.
I personally don't see weed as a positive endeavor for habitual usage. However, I think it's a marvelous gateway toward hallucinogenic exploration, which I highly recommend.
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