It's over, the days of old
The specks of sawdust on my clothes
The dirt and grime within my eyes.
It's over, the things of old
The stupidity that garnished itself on me
The naivety that wrapped itself around my legs.
It's over, the crimes of old
The sin that strangles and destroys
The loss that attracts more of its own into itself like void.
It's over, it's gone, it's past.
It's past, it's past.
The sun will shine again another day.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Sunday, May 20, 2007
There's a great illusion in the developed world
Those on top fear of being dragged down
while those below fear of being destroyed.
I am led to think that those below have the greater right to fear, however intuition tells me that both have their own equal reasons to fear. The ones on top, having enjoyed luxury to the point of being psychologically dependent on it, fear of losing their luxuries as much as how Freud's baby would fear the absence of the mother's nipple. The ones below fear for their every day existence. Of course they have the greater right to fear. The ones on top only fear the loss of luxuries whereas the ones below fear the loss of life. The degree of loss by those below as compared to the degree of loss by those above is much larger. However, their reasons to fear are equal: both fear loss of their current position.
The only way to counter these fears, is to allow those below to be pulled up by those on top. When that happens, the Marxist progression would be complete. Not saying that I believe in Marxism. I personally believe that a Marxist society is not possible in this day and age, not even through global communism, for the simple reason that people's mindsets are not fluid enough to allow a classless society.
In today's society, those on top are continually pushing down those on the same level, and those below have great difficulties going up. This is because the top dogs aren't caring about the underdogs, they do not view them on an equal level, and they are too self-serving. All they think about is "I must be better than X, X must be worse than me. I must be the best as compared to everyone else." In other words, the competitive spirit kills all. Comparison is the killing of self as well as others. I would suggest appreciation. Appreciation is the building of self and others. If everyone appreciates each other, humanity can only grow for the better.
Once the whole of humanity appreciates each other and live in accordance to God's values, there will be no fear. Everyone will love each other, and perfect love casts out all fear.
The great illusion in the develop world is a fear to lose something that isn't even important, that is material wealth and social position, and the audacious courage to not fear losing the things that are important, that is spiritual wealth and divine position.
while those below fear of being destroyed.
I am led to think that those below have the greater right to fear, however intuition tells me that both have their own equal reasons to fear. The ones on top, having enjoyed luxury to the point of being psychologically dependent on it, fear of losing their luxuries as much as how Freud's baby would fear the absence of the mother's nipple. The ones below fear for their every day existence. Of course they have the greater right to fear. The ones on top only fear the loss of luxuries whereas the ones below fear the loss of life. The degree of loss by those below as compared to the degree of loss by those above is much larger. However, their reasons to fear are equal: both fear loss of their current position.
The only way to counter these fears, is to allow those below to be pulled up by those on top. When that happens, the Marxist progression would be complete. Not saying that I believe in Marxism. I personally believe that a Marxist society is not possible in this day and age, not even through global communism, for the simple reason that people's mindsets are not fluid enough to allow a classless society.
In today's society, those on top are continually pushing down those on the same level, and those below have great difficulties going up. This is because the top dogs aren't caring about the underdogs, they do not view them on an equal level, and they are too self-serving. All they think about is "I must be better than X, X must be worse than me. I must be the best as compared to everyone else." In other words, the competitive spirit kills all. Comparison is the killing of self as well as others. I would suggest appreciation. Appreciation is the building of self and others. If everyone appreciates each other, humanity can only grow for the better.
Once the whole of humanity appreciates each other and live in accordance to God's values, there will be no fear. Everyone will love each other, and perfect love casts out all fear.
The great illusion in the develop world is a fear to lose something that isn't even important, that is material wealth and social position, and the audacious courage to not fear losing the things that are important, that is spiritual wealth and divine position.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Night time sadness.
You don't seem to care anymore.
Neither do I.
I do not wish to face silent persecution
Upon saying 'I love you'.
I do not wish to be alone and dry
Upon saying 'I love you'.
I do not wish to lose myself to a surrogate
Upon saying 'I love you'.
I don't seem to care anymore.
Neither do you.
...
Therefore I suggest that we 'spot'-ulate
And grow bananas on our heads
So that we may dance upon a white background
Singing like fools on a stage.
...
But still,
Night time sadness envelops me again.
But it will fail,
For I see light too bright at the end of the tunnel.
Yes it will fail,
For I see too bright the light at the end of this tunnel.
And it will fail,
For I see the light at the end of this tunnel.
Neither do I.
I do not wish to face silent persecution
Upon saying 'I love you'.
I do not wish to be alone and dry
Upon saying 'I love you'.
I do not wish to lose myself to a surrogate
Upon saying 'I love you'.
I don't seem to care anymore.
Neither do you.
...
Therefore I suggest that we 'spot'-ulate
And grow bananas on our heads
So that we may dance upon a white background
Singing like fools on a stage.
...
But still,
Night time sadness envelops me again.
But it will fail,
For I see light too bright at the end of the tunnel.
Yes it will fail,
For I see too bright the light at the end of this tunnel.
And it will fail,
For I see the light at the end of this tunnel.
I'm doing this to get free downloads.
This website is really good for downloading free games. Visit!
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Lol.
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Lol.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Ubiquitous Silence
Silence in its mistiness
in a fog that emanates
out, up, into the nowheres
of everywhere,
Singing its dreadful song of
nothing in everything,
of emptiness in whirling solidity,
of solutions in an endless tube of ether.
Empty solutions.
Convoluted solutions.
Problems.
Silence.
in a fog that emanates
out, up, into the nowheres
of everywhere,
Singing its dreadful song of
nothing in everything,
of emptiness in whirling solidity,
of solutions in an endless tube of ether.
Empty solutions.
Convoluted solutions.
Problems.
Silence.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
I'm just an ordinary man living an ordinary life.
No joke. I wished that I had the details to highlight how special my day is, making this post an irony in itself, but no I don't. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that today wasn't a particularly special day. It's just like any other day, other than the fact that it's unique. It's true, you can't find another day like today. You can't expect yourself to be in the same two shoes that you put on this morning.
But today is a rather slack day.
There will be hard times and trials ahead, and then I'll look back on today, and instead of cursing the weather, I'll be lavishing in the embedded memory of rest, of freedom, of family. But when times like that come, I will remember that the present remains as the only thing that I can cherish and change. And I will meet the burden and conquer it.
Yes I still have homework yet to be completed, but of course, life doesn't wither and die because of uncompleted homework. All we have to do is to test our resolve, let God strengthen our spirits, and push on. Because once our homework is done, life is suddenly a form of enlightened existence.
I still cringe at the past, at memories, at regrets. But the only thing that is in my power to do is is to make that sure those days did count for something; to thoughtfully consider them, and to make sure that the error of those days do not carry forward to the living of today and tomorrow, and the yet to be.
I feel hungry.
I bet it's time for dinner.
But today is a rather slack day.
There will be hard times and trials ahead, and then I'll look back on today, and instead of cursing the weather, I'll be lavishing in the embedded memory of rest, of freedom, of family. But when times like that come, I will remember that the present remains as the only thing that I can cherish and change. And I will meet the burden and conquer it.
Yes I still have homework yet to be completed, but of course, life doesn't wither and die because of uncompleted homework. All we have to do is to test our resolve, let God strengthen our spirits, and push on. Because once our homework is done, life is suddenly a form of enlightened existence.
I still cringe at the past, at memories, at regrets. But the only thing that is in my power to do is is to make that sure those days did count for something; to thoughtfully consider them, and to make sure that the error of those days do not carry forward to the living of today and tomorrow, and the yet to be.
I feel hungry.
I bet it's time for dinner.
Friday, May 04, 2007
100 posts
Today, we celebrate our 100th post with an explosive spectacle of pyrotechnics as seen in V for Vendetta. If you haven't watched it yet, then quick go.
Happy 100th post, Reuben!
Happy 100th post, Reuben!
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
I'm a SNOB
The era of Sensitive New Age Guys (SNAG's) is dead and long gone (after falling down the cliff of 'AID's' and other male-to-male created disease).
I'm a SNOB now, a Sensitive New Order Boy.
SNOBs generally behave in strange ways, ways too strange to detail, but as a general rule, they dao you while causing you to wait for them (through subtle emotional manipulation) as if they were the centre of the universe. If you see a SNOB in public, do not hesitate to put your revolver and silver bullet to good use; people these days must be taught, the hard way, that the world does not revolver... sorry, revolve around them.
SNOBs usually seem as if they do not care about their looks. In truth, they spend much time in front of the mirror, combing their hair, messing it up, and re-combing it, resulting in what you would call a half-draped currypuff hairstyle. If you're a random expat, and thus languidly wondering what this means, pick up a random gossip newspaper (with chinese poseurs in the pictures) and take a look at that chinese guy. Yes anyone will do, you silly white man. Look at his hairstyle. If you're going "OMG SNOB hairstyle! By Jove's wimpledams! Every other chinese guy has it!" then you're probably on the right track.
The internal state of mind of a SNOB is far more interesting than its behaviour and how it wears its hair. In fact, after much careful analysis, I have come to the uncontestable conclusion that a SNOB's state of mind is ... prepare for this, it's shockingly complex I tell you, ABSOLUTELY
blank.
No joke. Do not be fooled by the SNOB's ability to conform to society's norms; this ability requires no intelligence at all (I say this after experiencing to a carefully measured extent, through the highly intoxicating method of 'Caring Too Much For Appearances', the state of subzero intelligence, and please do not worry about my sanity; I have already considered much safer alternatives like getting high on Ecstasy, but being the daring pioneer that I always was, I decided to go all the way and risk it), and the utterly, disgustingly fat, and morbidly undressed truth is this: the SNOB is too logically impaired, thus is, by logical extension (something a SNOB is unable to comprehend), incapable to think.
...
I am sick and tired of hate sites being merely simple and unsophisticated hate sites. Hate sites must learn to be as developed and pragmatic as mine. I advocate this. If you hate them, kill them.
KILL THOSE FREAKIN' SNOBS!
p.s. the above written post is for entertainment's sake only, please do not start taking out your 3 handguns, 2 rifles, and 27 shotguns (especially if you are American, no offense but I am a staunchly prejudiced racist who is largely ignorant of the words that carelessly spew out of my mouth like an unmeasured portion of the Niagara falls) in pragmatic consideration of my truly falsely-crafted passionate advocation.
p.p.s. just joking.
p.p.p.s. kill the snobs. all of them. (and land in jail for all I care.)
Goodnight.
I'm a SNOB now, a Sensitive New Order Boy.
SNOBs generally behave in strange ways, ways too strange to detail, but as a general rule, they dao you while causing you to wait for them (through subtle emotional manipulation) as if they were the centre of the universe. If you see a SNOB in public, do not hesitate to put your revolver and silver bullet to good use; people these days must be taught, the hard way, that the world does not revolver... sorry, revolve around them.
SNOBs usually seem as if they do not care about their looks. In truth, they spend much time in front of the mirror, combing their hair, messing it up, and re-combing it, resulting in what you would call a half-draped currypuff hairstyle. If you're a random expat, and thus languidly wondering what this means, pick up a random gossip newspaper (with chinese poseurs in the pictures) and take a look at that chinese guy. Yes anyone will do, you silly white man. Look at his hairstyle. If you're going "OMG SNOB hairstyle! By Jove's wimpledams! Every other chinese guy has it!" then you're probably on the right track.
The internal state of mind of a SNOB is far more interesting than its behaviour and how it wears its hair. In fact, after much careful analysis, I have come to the uncontestable conclusion that a SNOB's state of mind is ... prepare for this, it's shockingly complex I tell you, ABSOLUTELY
blank.
No joke. Do not be fooled by the SNOB's ability to conform to society's norms; this ability requires no intelligence at all (I say this after experiencing to a carefully measured extent, through the highly intoxicating method of 'Caring Too Much For Appearances', the state of subzero intelligence, and please do not worry about my sanity; I have already considered much safer alternatives like getting high on Ecstasy, but being the daring pioneer that I always was, I decided to go all the way and risk it), and the utterly, disgustingly fat, and morbidly undressed truth is this: the SNOB is too logically impaired, thus is, by logical extension (something a SNOB is unable to comprehend), incapable to think.
...
I am sick and tired of hate sites being merely simple and unsophisticated hate sites. Hate sites must learn to be as developed and pragmatic as mine. I advocate this. If you hate them, kill them.
KILL THOSE FREAKIN' SNOBS!
p.s. the above written post is for entertainment's sake only, please do not start taking out your 3 handguns, 2 rifles, and 27 shotguns (especially if you are American, no offense but I am a staunchly prejudiced racist who is largely ignorant of the words that carelessly spew out of my mouth like an unmeasured portion of the Niagara falls) in pragmatic consideration of my truly falsely-crafted passionate advocation.
p.p.s. just joking.
p.p.p.s. kill the snobs. all of them. (and land in jail for all I care.)
Goodnight.
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