For We Cannot Tarry Here

I remember a long time ago, I used to to go a Catholic school. Every Friday we went to Mass. And every Friday, always sitting in the same pew, there was Sister Maria. Every day at 11:30, she would dress in her white and blue habit, and shuffle slowly from her tiny apartment to the church. Always in the same outfit, the same shoes worn with the wear and tear that only a life-time of memories can create. She would sit peacefully, serenely. And she was happy. This little, wrinkled, old lady- she had no material possessions, and most likely no family, but she was happy. You could look into her warm, brown eyes, and they would envelop you in their wisdom.

And she was happy.

Yes you do.

As of right now, I think the world can be described in a metaphor.

The pursuit of knowledge, of any kind, especially about those around us, honestly, is fruitless. It's a giant rubber band ball. With each band you remove, you only expose more for you to wonder about, fantasizing about what's under those. So then, one by one, the arduous task stretches on. You remove the shrouds of mystery bit by bit until finally- at last you reach the center. And then you realize. You've destroyed what has held your intrigue for so long. And now you have nothing.

Like they say, ignorance is bliss.

Searching for a simple solution/Waiting for an epic revolution/Can't get out Of this mind, it's an institution/Picking at my skin It's so appalling, it's purely gruesome/The fluid of life is restless/Bring on the blood transfusion/She's a blooming flower/Unaware of my submerged evolution/Quit feeding me your corruption/Your repulsive brain pollution/Gluttonous creatures reign/Delivering us mass distribution/Of the race called stupidity/Ignorance knows no boundaries/I want a riot, a heretic resolution/World domination already exists/I'm a believer until execution/The truth, it still hides/Under oblivious mentality/It's a surprise in disguise/The trend prevails/It will not fail.

The Boneshack

Veteran's Day

Some days I really just wish I wasn't so backwards. Like today. I wish I could morph into a flag-waving, chest beating American-loving crazy person.

Then again, of course I can't. I do support the troops. I will raise money for them, and send them used cellphones. But I don't support why they're there.

No way hosey-ley (jose)

So instead of going to a parade, or doing some festive face paint- I watched the Devil's Backbone. I do love me some Spanish cinema. Or is it Mexican?

Oh well, I love Guillermo del Toro- and Pedro Almodóvar.

But, as you know, the universe works in mysterious ways; and due to the non-patriotic guilt I was suffering, I will quote the movie:

"What is a ghost? A tragedy condemned to repeat itself time and again? An instant of pain, perhaps. Something dead which still seems to be alive. An emotion suspended in time. Like a blurred photograph. Like an insect trapped in amber. "

It is up to you to decide how to process that quote.

Test Drive

Today was a very nice day. Kite flying weather- but Miguel said he didn't know how to, and me and Zach gave up. We also made us some mac 'n' cheese. Very successful day.

Bombastic

I've been so extremely non-materialistic, I think I've reached Nirvana.

Today I saw Zach. It made me happy.

Then it rained. It seems that the sole purpose of rain in Florida is to make me depressed. Every time it rains.... I enter the cycle.

All around you, people may seem happy. Yet, underneath the lacquered exterior of their false smile lies the truth. The way their eyes look at you; you see their soul.
And you know- it's been broken.

...

I think I influence people.

Sometimes I meet someone, and they're completely set in their beliefs on something.

Then we spend time together.

And they loose that iron-grip. So much so, that it kind of seems like they're doing it to please me.

I don't want to influence people, good or bad. What I think shouldn't make you change your mind. You are free to be yourself. That's all I want- everyone should just be themselves.

On a side note, being positive all the time is just as deconstructive as being negative. Sometimes you just need to be realistic. You always need a little dose of both.

Dissapearing.

Today I vanished.

I woke up at 7. Procrastinated. Did some proofs. Cleaned my room. Called Tyler. Then was gone.

For 6 whole hours.

Exciting.

It's nice to get away from it all, and just take in the world.

Ignore the fact that people are starving and dying and that everyone thinks your insane.

It's nice to just find something/someone you love and be happy. No underlying motives, no bitch-assness. Just happiness.

Trickling

I read a book, called Feed. I usually shy away from "young adult literature", but this book was good. And not good, in the normal way, with common cliches, and obvious plots. But in the totally mind-blowing,-"this is so fucked up"-wanna-slap-the-narrator kind of way. I recommend it.

It's a futuristic dystopia, where the world is run by corporations. The earth is dying, and people are increasingly more self-centered and uncultured.

Sound familiar?


Every once in a while; I get the feeling it's the end of the world. Not like panic-attack inducing. More like a realization. It's true. The earth is dying. The world is run by corporations who will stop at nothing to get our money. People care less and less about others, and more and more about themselves. In 20 years, will we even have books? Will people remember the Beatles? If we keep proceeding into the future, at the rate we're going- will we even be human?

I'm Lame.

I read my first post. I actually typed "b4". Shoot me now.

Nonsense

Although I have run out of general enthusiasm, I do have somethings to look forward too.

I like my friends.

But not snakes.

I think I'm mentally unstable.


Maybe not unstable, but we all know I'm paranoid.

I don't like even numbers.

Grape Juice is very sweet. I can feel it in my stomach. Like all bubbling. That's a fun word- bubble. Bu-bbbbbbbb-llllle. Booo-blay.

I don't know.