The best conversations create bridges between impossible thoughts... piecing together distinctly separate worlds and unravelling a beautiful dose of reality.

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sweat soaked sadness

A sadistic mystic,
Resisting the crypt of existing.
Overwhelmed realms of my mind,
Imagining magical signs.
Unravelling misery’s mysteries.
And dreaming them
Undefined.
My knotted thoughts
Can be caught,
Exhausted , lost and forgot.
I’ve mixed tricks to fix bliss
But lost grip.
Too many words eclipsed
And dismissed.

 Petulant intelligence is irrelevant.
Only evidence of reckless emphasis.

Most of my thoughts and consequently, my words... are metaphors. It’s a language of pictures, an old tune on a jukebox, the smell of a rainstorm, the taste of a memory,  the touch of your favourite lover. 

Starving.

A desolate angel quivers beside me, starving. Swallowed whole by her desire to see the truth. Addicted to the possibility of tangible love, but fated instead to suffer through an ethereal sense of enchantment. The world’s tyranny eats her dreams. Corruption of thought pollutes her compassion. Empathy bleeds through her, unsaid... and unnoticed. The advantages of apathy are overwhelming, and for her... impossible.

Wrapped in masks and shadows, I can’t see her face... but I can feel her scars. Ghosts of her past are here too, breathing new nightmares... chasing her tears further into oblivion. She can’t hide forever, but she wants to. Building self impressions can take years, but devouring them... only seconds.

 Broken mirrors reflect a broken soul, aching to be put back together. But where are all the pieces? How would she know if they fit? What if the final impression... wasn’t enough to satisfy her insatiable appetite for sincerity? Who was she? Under all the pre-text, all the disillusions and fantasies... was her reality malleable, and left to interpretation? Or does reality belong to everyone?

 What if everything tastes the same as nothing?

I can forget the intangible and chase after sober dreams sometimes... but even those mere fragments of reality can always be somehow spun back into illusive fairytales.

Today I am throwing my emotional stepping stones at people's faces and using their broken dreams to blackout the monotony of the world. 

How's that for some fucking philosophical bullshit.

I LOVE Our worlds obsession with catasrophes, at least when it comes to the idea of a zombie apocolypse, or invasion of aliens (those subjects are a creative gold mine for entertainment). But this "global warming" ALARMISM, which always seems to crawl it's way back out of the misinformed minds of the general public, needs to finally flutter and die off with the rest of the political fear-mongering conspiracies.  

So, let me sum this up.  

1) Yes, Earth is warming up, as a natural cycle of our planet, and you better hope to hell it doesn't stop anytime soon. Not if, but WHEN it does (and starts to cool instead) you can be guarunteed another Ice Age is heading our way.  

2) Yes, the “greenhouse effect” is also real, but it is NOT a man made phenomenon created by our C02 emissions (which make up less than 1/10th of 1% of our atmosphere). This affect is also a naturally occuring event, caused by water vapour, and used to regulate temperature between night and day. Without this "deadly" practice, the average temperature of our lovely, warm 15°C planet... would instead be a bitter, and cold -18°C. 

So... as I said years ago, dont fear death by global warming, or the equally ridiculous 2012 mayan catastophe. After all, it's WAY more likely to be zombies or aliens, and it's also just WAY more interesting.

ps. For the Americans, thats an average world temp drop from 59 ºF to 0 ºF .

I LOVE POKEMON. 

Social networking, more than anything else, is becoming a perfect vehicle for two specific purposes. 

1) To degrade others. To bitch, moan and complain about every stream of conscious thought or opinion, no matter how truly ignorant or hateful they may be. .

2) To degrade yourself. To publicly post hundreds of uncreative, half-naked photos of you in your dirty bathroom and delight in the hoards of perverts who drop compliments in hopes of getting a piece of ass.