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Thursday, 29 May 2008

  • State of Being

    Recently, I have found that my thoughts linger of a lack of identity. I wonder exactly what I am and what my overall structure is.

    I find that I am necessarily a mind, for if I were not at least this, I could not think, and would then not exist.(Through Descartes) I find it intriguing that if I was given the ability to think that only by that authority I should be alive-by no other means can this be proven given the Cartesian method. In fact, to prove the necessity of structures outside the confines of my mind creates a certain dilemma.

    If we are only to trust what our minds can perceive, and question the insight of our senses, whose presence lies in the outer confines of our being, with skepticism, then we can not know of the existence outside of ourselves. Our God must exist, as we are given thoughts of his absence, which shows that we do perceive him(For again, nothing comes from nothing, thus we have thoughts pertaining to the existence of the Divine entity). Claiming that God is the truth in this way, necessitates that all of creation is in fact reality. [The infinite existence of God necessitates that he creates, so that he may expand the very bounds of existence.] This provides, either nothing exists, for the mind can not trust the senses, or that everything that I perceive through the senses are in fact real, for they are formed through the creation that provided myself. Thus, the body and mind are both of distinct makeups, in order that the dilemma be removed.

    ________________________TO BE CONTINUED AT A LATER TIME___________________________

Tuesday, 17 July 2007

  • Currently Listening
    Redemption
    By Gackt
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    Kill All Humans Pt. 1

    Well here it is, the re-grand opening???

    Anyway to start off, I hate Humans. So I say to them, I shall kill all Humans.
    There is a specialty, I must destroy all old Humans. They will devour the rest of the retirement money given from taxes to the Social Security Association and leave all future workers with the bear minimum of nothing. This means that workers from afar in the United States will have no saved money to the entire lasting, pathetic, weary age of their lives, before they die miserably. ( Some Humans do actually defecate on themselves when they die, the nerves in the bowels are loosened resulting in the emptying of the bladder and rectum, quite unappealing if you ask me.)

    Beyond this, I do not like gray people, yes I said gray. Why? How could I hate the gray people, they possibly took Enoch and Elijah away and placed them in other corners of the globe later down their lives, or they are responsible for a craze of media attention, reports, governmental cover-ups, new technological emergences, and the mystery that all men love to have in life, which makes the world a more interesting matter than the toast on the table in their morning breakfasts. Perhaps, the reason I do not wish to have them is that all of these reasons cause more than enough attention away from the matters of our lives.

    Me. Yes, I am that important. Without me, the world would quake, the trees would quite possibly ache, and I would be pissed off with the rampaging rage of the extinct White Rhinoceri slain at the foot of the Flavian Ampitheatre. (Typical Humans, they kill off animals for their own selfish blood lust and gains. Then they wonder why a freak like Marilyn Manson comes along with his "supposed guidance in the Columbine incident." Killing is Human Nature friends, just look back to our "days of enlightenment" so deemed by all Western culture from their lives on, the Greco-Roman golden ages.)

    Which leads me to this:Yes, it is time for their demise, again, animal killing sprees. No let us call it what the Humans do, Hunting, Poaching, Domesticated use, etc. We have tamed dogs by manipulating their genetics in such a way as to limit their natural growth. A domestic dog never reaches it's adult stage, or adult mental stage, so as to never return to a wolf like creature, the Klondike begs to differ scientists. ^__^ Oh, I would love to take a scientist out in the Northern Alaskan winter with "tamed dogs" and see what goes astray. That poor man would be hounded to pieces by his own domestic dogs who revert back to their feral forms because of hazardous, frightening climates. Oh, the hacking and the smacking of lips as they bite down on their own master! Well, that's the premise of the Jack London books for you.

    More on this and other topics of Human abuse in Pt. 2

Sunday, 03 September 2006

  • Currently Listening
    Foiled
    By Blue October
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    Not a very creative Title

    Well I'm on here again for some reason. Myspace doesn't allow java. I've been working on a short story since I'm obviously not memorable to people, even on a labor day weekend like this one.
    It goes something like this for a start:

    During the heat of battle my veins begin to pump liquid lead with battery acid. Though there is great stinging, I find consolment in slaughtering my next victim. With my blade and my strength alone, I hack off each limb and lap up any blood coming my way. This isn't enough, I need more. I charge at my next victim, shivering cold with fear, only to smash through his head and into his brains. This becomes apparent as his bodily juices flow from his sockets between his bulbs and flesh. I sap up the remaining blood before it grows cold and paste-like after hours of death. My next is as unfortunate, as he is met with his untimely end. I stab a hole straight into his heart, pouring blood onto the ground forming an ever present marsh and land filled with the disgusting filth of a thousand corpses. I am finished, this is the work I have done.

    Beyond the pleasant meadows of the morning, lie the wake of destruction of today. The blood I let free covers the surrounding land like a typhoon of now falling rain. Countless souls fill the pockholes of my movements along the ground, partially swallowed by the muddy earth. Maggots are growing in number as they feed on the rotting, disturbed flesh piled mountain high, though they are slightly sinking. The stinch grows as the bodies begin to decompose back to the earth from wince they came, leaving the pleasant meadow of death, now my favorite destination.

    Well not as depicting as I could have made it but its clean enough I'd say. Well tell me what you thin and I'm off forthe nether world  now.

Saturday, 08 July 2006

  • Currently Listening
    One X
    By Three Days Grace
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    o man! o man! im posting holy shoot! anyway i just want to say on here as well as my myspace that kari is crazy and that we should kill all of the penguins before they rule the world >< because in reality that is one scary thought...me not ruling the world ha! another thing if youre interested in this offer i have my new formula 401 it gets every girl sleezy and hit up 'til kingdom come ^^ thats how potent it is so enjoy...the aroma and flavor of it arent to bad either lol Im just kidding ^^...other than that i saw pirates of the carribean the other day...what can i say ive seen better...other than that im out and well life is this boring so ill leave you to that

Thursday, 30 March 2006

  • Torment

    Why did you leave...
    These many years,the questions lies,
    through the seasons of my life.
    Desperate yearnings, cruel taskmasters,
    my only companions for so long,
    thoughts tormenting, cursing my failures
    torturing me with what should have been.

    Some days, I have the barest glimpse of you,
    if I risk looking down those darkened corridors
    of my memories.
    Memories set in a barren stillness,
    the wasteland of horror, pillager of a time,
    joyful beyond comprehension.
    Love nevermore allowed to blossom.
    Never to rest, without comfort, my soul ripped
    from the fabric of my being, adrift, pierced
    by the burning, devoring hellfire of unquenched
    passions.
    My anguished screams go unheeded, locked away,
    deep in the twilight of my being.

    Now, left with only the cruel mistress
    of winter, embracing her to myself.
    Feeling the desolation ever growing, consuming
    that exhausted shadow of my life.
    Soon I shall lay beneath the dirt, unburdened.

    Yet in the end, knowing but one thing,
    I would not have undone nor could have
    loved another.

    stillness


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