Tuesday, March 31, 2009



an old picture

thanks jordo

thanks jordo,

blogging is awsome.


keep my mole outta the limelight.

ME

outta here

Are we wasting time on sports, on tv, on games. is life meant to be fun. is fun a waste? 


















fuck fun, kill it

Who's in charge

i put this to you: whos in charge?

Why are they in charge? is power relative? is it quantifiable?

can we oust them.

Do these huge "made up" societal beliefs really hold true across....hmmmm

ahahah a president
  one who presides

as more and more people believe in an idea, does that make it true.
who can speak truth, is truth relative?
if we can believe in "power" in "truth" in "caring" then what are we...are we made up too? 


Thursday, March 26, 2009

oakland is broken

really though; what's happening to this place.


poor town.


left to drown.


(frown).


Four cops dead and still they frown around this town.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

afterthought

im .



i just wanna work for man.

Scorn the day of rest

I worked today.

It was awesome. Everyone had to be there.

My Boss paid me to sit there and listen to him. 


And i couldn't have had a better day. Really though; it was good.



Im just putting of the inevitable.....we are all going to die on this huge chunk of "floating" rock.

...Or are we?


Its going to happen some day, really though it is, so why not dive in and get to know our destiny. 


HAHAHAHa fuck that....i got a full evening of shit ready to go on my Tivo, just waitin for the roomates...reeses pieces...damn comfy couch(s). 


What the hell did we do to ourselves?

How can no one else be alarmed about this. Is my heightened awareness of my ever shortening time left on this rock a fluke. Am i the...freak? Is it weird that im worried about people who will be alive long after im fucking dead...is that weird. More than just the people left here without any planning, what about the rock. This great big plentiful rock, it gives us everything; waiting silently. 


I cant stop now; i cant.

were going to kill everything around us at this rate.  Including our unborn fucking babies. 


We have a greater cause than entertainment. But we dont have to leave said "entertainment" entirely in the dust. (Later)


We have to plan. Which includes disscussing some very difficult topics. I am already a statistic, i just want to help out the odds for the entire human race. Really though, the way the media and some of our most "popular" scientists put it we only have a few more generations before we screwed...as a race. 


This is probably a sensationalist view, but one that cant be ignored. 

I am ground down by my job everyday, but i love it. 

I could continue to do what i do...see how long the enjoyment lasts. Stay put, secure....have kids...raise them to belive....what this shit; global warming, genocide, economy, poor, rich....NO. Not in my fucking right mind can i do that shit. I would have to numb myself down everyday with "entertainment" till it hurts so much i cant remember what i was trying to forget. Then bed. Repeat. 

I could raise them perfect; exercise, volunteer, service....but they would only be a cog with a good attitude. Still cant change much.


This has to be a socially accepted, by someone...just one more person than me whose willing to stand up. We can predict so much yet we do little to get organized. Politicians have lost some very serious willpower and naiveté. 

This post isnt about beeing greeen, its about planning the end of human destruction on earth. By moving it elsewhere.
Dont forget the limitlessnesss of what this rock is "Floating" in. 
Its time folks. Change is really here. We are leaving, moving, growing. 
We need more space and we have it at our fingertips, if u had ET fingers like 6 miles long. But really if you did, you could reach into our new home.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Chapter 1, Act I, Scene 1213 and a half

"Here... I'll dictate." he says. "Here we go..."

"That's enough for now."

"no no no... here we go... this is going to be painful"

"alright... that's better. Looks good."



"Where to beging on such a nice day you know? Sometimes breathing feels like stealing. "



"ummm... yep."



"What do you think should we start where we left off last night? I don't know. It could be kind of intense. I don't know should I just give background about myself? Probably not. I'm just having a conversation with myself anyways. We'll see what happens."

I'm a fast fucking typist dude. Did you notice that?

"Pretty good...pretty good."