The Invisible Hand Exists Collectively
A catalogue of words, mostly mine, some not.
Did you know that with all the money spent on “progress,” research to explore the universe, nature , our bodies, our composition, we are still infinitely ignorant? The more we come to know, the more questions and/or problems arise. The more we strive for progress, the more we have to find out about nature in order to correct the problems we create. This is mindless progress so I call it destruction. How do we fix ourselves?
What to say about the mysterious hooded guitar man? Connected to the electricity of his insides, pulsating and moving through his fingers, feeling for that something to feel, the movement of sound and vibration.
What the heck is happening? Oh, not much. Shit though, look at the mouse over there, what a stinker. He has it good.
The mirror has not yet been shattered. Foggy now that my own breath has been cast upon it. Tainted as it has always been. I live with it and gladly abide. Next level.
Innocence never was
Innocence can always be
Manipulating desire
Unending love
Tied to the poles
Untainted peach stained by the most sorid piece
A soul is born of malicious peace hugging tree wrath
An angle born with devil’s eyes
A devil born with angel’s eyes
Look into this dark black heart and see your white, shining, ecstatic youth
>>>>HI<<<<
The tide pulled me under and I was forced to live with some underwater moss gnomes. Now they have finally let me go. I came out realizing that my webpage needs to be updated badly. But for now all I have done is a picture page with some pictures from England. enjoy.
Never give up on yourself, even when you feel like shit. You’re allowed to feel like shit.
If you have nothing to live for and can’t stand the world around you - you have nothing to lose. Take a risk and piss people off; make the world a better place.
Online diaries are hard to keep. Especially when one takes a long hiatus from working on their website. So, what the fuck am I am up to now? Is saying FUCK too harsh? Well I llike to sometimes, I think it's humorous. Anyways, I've been working a whole lot which is kind of annoying. I want to finish my thesis already. But then what? Ok, well if I get into grad school in England I'm going there. If not, I'm off to Peru for a year. Does anyone want to take care of the cutest siamese cat for a bit?
And to think that what I fear the most would be to find out that I'm not as crazy as I'd hoped...
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By GLENN RUFFENACH Are your adult children bringing their money problems to you? Some "tough love" might be in order. |
(parenthesis indicate comments added afterwards not included in the original dialogue)
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The Origin of "God"
"In the beginning there was nothing, then the nothing became aware that it was nothing and became SOMETHING." Hmm..You are nothing, but with awareness arises something. Sounds kind of neat, aye? Whoa nelly.
What do people want? Happiness? Health? Family? Security? What about the spaces in between? Is it mostly to get the means to live and then wasting away in front of the T.V. to forget about it all?
"I" is not truth, not the I as a reference, but the general I of the self. So there is no I.
It just is. Just like the well-known phrase, "let it be."
Credit for this manifestation of words belongs to all.
Pretension leaks just from the fact that this is being read. But "I" have to do something, and this is what I have to give because I am grateful for what all has given to me.
It takes great effort before it becomes effortless.
The trick is to do everything with great intent and focus.
THE BRAIN IS THE KEY TO ITSELF
One of the hardest actions of a strong person can be to let go. Weak people hold on to what is no longer necessary.
Beer and the stars...mmm couldn't ask for more, yet there is.
What does it mean when I like someone and am attracted to them?
I would like to explore further, to open myself to a uniqueness never experienced before, to learn from their being.
That's about it.
Everyone has their own agenda even when it comes from the heart. STOP LISTENING TO EVERYONE AND LOOK INSIDE. To the source, the light, the force that moves the Universe.
[although revisiting this 10 years so or after I have written this I would add that you should also constantly question yourself as well or else you'll end up delusional and think you're Jesus or that you're in contact with multidimensional aliens]
Today I felt how an orgasm is like a supernova. Inside reactions are taking place. Things are heating up and pressure builds on the inside. When a balance of forces can no longer be sustained, the core contracts and then releases energy in a big burst.
After the initial burst there is then an afterglow. The core is no longer fusing energy.
Unlike a dead star the human regenerates and rebuilds so that one is able to burst and die again. It's reliving a cosmic wonder on a human scale.
Light = Energy = Matter = Atoms = Molecules = Cells = Organs = Humans
therefore, Light = Humans = Energy
... or any way you like it,
rough or gentle?
a little of both?
Be open to talk about things comfortable and uncomfortable
Laugh much about the absurdities of life
Wonder much about the mysteries of life
Explore your sexuality to the fullest
Don't be afraid to 'not agree' with the other
Explore and fulfil your individual passions
Be aware that the 'honeymoon' period may end
Be aware that a 'profoundly deep and everlasting connection' may begin
Is there no relief in life?
Vice emerges in search of relief.
Necessities taken beyond necessity.
Attachment to a vice takes the focus away from oneself naked.
Coming to terms with who I am
What I am ever-changing to be
What is that?
Coming to terms with my own mortality and at the same time with the
eternity of my being, my core
I can no longer hide behind insecurities of my past
but it doesn't mean that they are dead for good
Especially at this moment where I feel slightly vulnerable and uncertain
I am riding in and sailing above the dark tunnel at the same time
Up above
Aliens hover
Making home movies
For the folks back home
He had the night of his life. She fucked him so hard that it was extremely hard for him not to cum right away, but she didn’t mind. That’s exactly what she wanted. She took pleasure in being able to invoke such godly sensations in someone she had just met, it raised her self-esteem and of course, she had self-image issues. She used every one-night stand as a therapy session that was usually short-lived. She never really gave herself the chance to recover from the break-up of her seven-year relationship, the only relationship she’d ever had.
101 worst things that could happen to you
1. You ate a rock, and it was big
2. You accidently burn an X in your head
3. While lighting a cig you catch fire
4. A paper cut
5. You have to sell your liver to support your family
6. You're buried alive
7. You have to eat your best friend
8. you pick your nose too hard and pull out your brain
9. you run head first into a spiked metal wall
10. you eat bad shrooms
11. you are misidentified as target for castration by an angry wife out for revenge
Eighty Hispanics surround twenty white men.
The horns of the mariachis overwhelm, their eyes penetrate.
Two miles ahead lie high priced upper-middle class homes, a starbucks, two blocks down another starbucks.
I feel claustrophobic in my mother’s Sun Valley home.
I am in the heart of an industrial heaven. Grey surrounds my peripheral and the smokey wastes of progress saturate the air.
I want to leave the house, but its like moving in molasses.
In a little place past Piccadilly lies a Red Lion with golden jewelled walls created with elegant reflections, outpouring with streams of Amber.
There still lies the skeleton of once was.
Only gloss puts on a new skin to revitalise the landscape.
Oxford Circus detour:
A degenerate new beginning with no sense of soil breeds high fashion and discontented protestors.
Of all writings I love only that which is written with blood. Write with blood: and you will discover that blood is spirit.
It is not an easy thing to understand unfamiliar blood: I hate the reading idler.
He who knows the reader, does nothing further for the reader. Another century of readers - and spirit itself will stink.
That everyone can learn to read will ruin in the long run not only writing, but thinking too.
Once spirit was God, then it became man, and now it is even becoming mob.