"If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?"
A question that should not leave any question about the self important role humanity plays in creation.
"If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?"
A question that should not leave any question about the self important role humanity plays in creation.
You take away my hands and think I refuse to tie your shoes
You take away my eyes and think that I can't still see you
You take out my heart and squeeze and think that I won't live
But don't think you're taking everything I choose to give
If helium filled balloons were to represent the good in life, and mud the bad, then my life would be balloons as far as the eye could see.
You wouldn't even notice the mud until you were sinking hopelessly deeper into it.
Sofia: I wish we had million dollars so we could buy the stuff we need.
Me: Me too buddy, me too.
Mad magazine made a very lasting image on me when I was a kid with a comic featuring Olivia Neutron Bomb and John Revolting.
That's really all I remember about it, but that was enough.
I wish that saying "Bloody Mary" into a dimly lit mirror was all that was required to receive a Bloody Mary.
There's a high suicide rate among pillow factory workers.
Turns out many of the jobs are real downers.
I started reading a physics book about gravity but I couldn't finish it.
It was a real downer.
In the rainforests of South America there is an area with an abundance of wild pigs.
Locals call it the Hamazon.
I just rescued a foxy bitch.
Well to be fair, the dog's name was Foxy.
...and honestly, it wasn't really a rescue as much as a phone call and a brief walk.
Mostly I just wanted to say I was with a foxy bitch tonight.
"Of course you say you're innocent,that's what guilty people always say!"
My "neighbor" (who proudly proclaimed to work in a legal office, though in what capacity was never mentioned) literally said this to me after I denied her accusation of driving around and tossing cats out of my car!
You can't argue with logic like that.
If a sex trade workers union were formed I guess you'd call that whoreganized labor.
On is not difficult.
On is easy.
That is until it follows an extended Off.
Then On may prove difficult if not impossible.
At a party one night, a guy met a banker and asked ,"How much money does it take to build a house?"
Later that night he met a real estate agent and asked, "How much land does it take to build a house?"
The both gave him the same response...
"A lot."
A famous Obstetrician once said that their key to success was to use humor to help in making their clients comfortable.
When asked to explain just how that worked, they replied by saying that it was, "all in the delivery".
My wife thinks I put too much emphasis on sex, so I'm going start putting more emphasis on please and see how that goes.
Perhaps it as important as you think it to be or perhaps it is only important because you think it to be.
Food produced organically doesn't occur organically.
You must pull the weeds before you can plow the soil.
What is natural may or may not come naturally, but rarely does it come in life sustaining quantities, without at least some, if not great, effort.
I don't seek anything that has been lost.
Struggling to regain the past is regression.
It is a longing for what may never have actually been.
What I seek is what I have yet to find, or what has yet to find me.
The past is a lie, and cannot be the compass by which we navigate our future.
Let the wreckage remain, in all of its ugliness.
Let it serve as reminder of where we have been, and a warning should we find ourselves wandering back again.
It is time to stop looking for what is lost in places it will never be found, in the comfort of our dysfunction.
It is time to start looking for what may be found in places we have yet to discover for fear of the unfamiliar.
You do not suffer in silence if you don't also forgive in silence.
Failing that much, you are simply storing up the ammunition of the past to be used as weapon of the future, because eventually silence will not be an option.
The object of your frustration will be forced to reckon, by sheer recall, a myriad of smaller problems, rolled into one unresolvable one, when it is most likely that simply addressing one issue, at the time of occurrence, might have sufficed to avoid every following offense.
There's no grass in a hay field and no hay in a grass field, but cows eat them both.
I guess they were destined to meat at some point.
You cast me out to sea
You make me walk the plank
And when I am almost overcome by the waves
You pull me back in
Neither thanks or apology do I extend
And so it goes again
Over
And over
Until it is over
Young ladies having babies
While the dad is acting cagey
She wants a commitment
But she settles for a maybe
Want to know how people really view you?
Listen to them.
Watch how their inclusion and exclusion changes during the course of their dialogue.
Watch how "we" and "I" are used.
We do this, but I do that...when I do this and we do that.
Through their inconsistency, you'll learn just how fucked up things might really be.
Just saying, I sure as fuck have been noticing it lately.
But, there is an "I" in "QUIT" and it's just after "U".
There's no "U" and "I" in "LOVE".
You could say," I'll be okay" without "U".
Between suffering and sacrifice, efforts and energies, the atrributions must be inclusive or exclusive.
It must be one or the other, but it cannot be one and the other.
I'm going to make a plan.
A plan to have one day a week that isn't totally dominated by the aftermath of tragedy, where for the sake of others I smile and say,"It's okay, everything will be just fine."
It has to work, or I don't know what will happen, but nothing good at this pace.
My heart and mind are wearing thin and I'm not sure how much more of myself I have left to give.