A burst of creativity.
Ah yes!
Yellows and reds and purples and silvers!
Splattering about.
Splashing like rain drops,
Thickening the hue.
But who?
Ah yes!
Me, you, and everyone we know
And everyone we don’t know
And everything that is, was, and ever will be.
Blending, bleeding, bloshing, blooshing!
Harmoniously crashing like waves on the harbor.
A burst of creativity!
A burst of color!
Ah yes!
Bursting, blooming, blasting, booming!
Exciting every corner of the mind!
Ah yes!
It is vivid!
Lost in thought;
But what is thoughtfulness
If not a cage that your mind keeps you in,
Focusing on every little imperfection.
Creating anxiety, nervousness, unrest,
Because you know that you can do better.
You can be better.
But you always tend to forget that on the outside,
You’re only human.
You are allowed to make mistakes,
Just like everybody else.
In fact, it’s encouraged.
Make mistakes!
But when you do, learn from them.
Because if you can’t see the sun
Trying to shine through the stormy clouds
Then you’ll always be a martian
In your own head.
A being that doesn’t belong.
Womp womp womp womp womp womp
Dischichichi vwooooooooooor schi dchi chichi
Wompohhhhh Dischichichi Vwoooor womp
Bwim
Bwim
Bwim
Womp womp womp womp womp womp
Christmas (It’s Cold Inside)
Deck the halls with family photos
Fa la la la la la la la la
Dad’s not busy drinking Soco
Fa la la la la la la la la
Pays attention, Buying presents
Fa la la la la la la la la
All instead of getting wasted
Fa la la la la la la la la
Mom’s not crying cause Dad gets high
Fa la la la la la la la la
Working three jobs just to get by
Fa la la la la la la la la
They both love me, and each other
Fa la la la la la la la la
And I still talk to my brothers
Fa la la la la la la la la
I am great friends with a man named John. He is a Christian, but on his own terms. I like to think that I’m respectful of all beliefs and faiths, but I think I respect Jon’s a little bit more because he, like me, has faith that is defined by himself, and not by an institution. Granted, we are at different levels of faith, I believe that he and I are able to see eye to eye about a lot of issues.
The one issue we do not seem to agree upon is the debate of Evolution vs. Creationism. While his argument that we cannot prove Evolution is true, there is far more scientific data that can be used to deduce that humans have evolved overtime from primates, then there is to believe the creation story.
I don’t try to convince him that Creationism is incorrect, and he doesn’t try to convince me that Evolution is incorrect. There is a common respect for both ideas, but we have our sides chosen. And that common respect allows us to both believe that schools should present both arguments.
However, recently, he expressed that schools should not teach Evolution as scientific. I’m forced to ask the question of what it should be taught as if not scientific. It is an argument that has been presented based on scientific research and data, where as Creationism is a purely religious and faith-based argument. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that, but I cannot see how schools would be able to present both arguments without giving the historical background for both.
I truly believe that students should be presented both arguments, and allow them to choose what they want to believe since at this point in time, we cannot prove either argument. Not because I want kids to believe in God over science, or vice versa, but because students should have those resources available to them to understand better what life is and what it means.
Also, Ancient Aliens should be taught in schools. But only because I would have wanted to learn about that when I was in school.
A letter to the UWM Wifi/ProwlNet
Fuck you.
Fuck you in your stupid asshole.
I try and I try to be patient
But when I’m working on something
And you all of a sudden decide to be a prick
And stop working
I want to kick you in the nuts.
/Rant
I suppose I have a tendency to over-adore things.
Everything from films, to tv shows, to albums, to girls.
I’m a hopeless romantic, emphatically bolding the “hopeless”.
The girl I’ve loved for so long now
Stopped loving me years ago.
And she’s dated around.
She’s told me about it.
I’ve heard about the good, the bad, the sex, the fights,
And everything in between.
I didn’t used to be comfortable with it
But I suppose by now I’m desensitized to it.
I still love her, but I’m comfortable with her sexuality and dating history.
This last break up was good for her.
She told me.
But now I fear she’ll soon be dating someone else.
And I know it won’t be me, and while that’s fine
I don’t know why I allow myself to always come in second place in her heart.
I don’t know why I allow myself to always come in second place
In my own.
“Motherbuttshit”
This is my curse word of choice
I coined the term
As a mixture of motherfucker…and buttshit
I suppose buttshit isn’t really a curse word
But “mothershit” doesn’t roll off the tongue as well
And there’s something inherently funny about the word “butt”
When you’re trying to swear.
Its use is more for when you’re frustrated
Or maybe if you get a little cut or burn.
It’s less for when you want to swear AT someone.
It’s not like a name you could call someone
Although if someone called me a “motherbuttshit”
I’d be pretty offended.
Curse To A Cursing Satirist
May your fingernails peel away from your fingers.
May you develop sores on your hands
That bleed and peel and bleed.
May leprosy itself be so disgusted with you
That it would rather be erraticated
Than be associated with you.
May your spawn be deaf, dumb, and blind
And your lover be a closet homosexual.
May your parents mutilate their genitalia
So as to never produce another like you.
And may your pets shit constantly,
In every room of your house.
