How many years have I hated you?

How many years have I hated you?
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I found this on Flickr. My goodness, is this not just the funniest dog gone thing you have ever seen? This picture is the reason no two people should ever marry. I bet these 2 are a hoot at parties huh?

Shhhh!

Conversations from within are filled with sin. The lines we cross are many and the ideas that shine are sometimes unworthy of experience. Other times the the ideas inside are worthy of further exploration. It seems natural to walk down dimly lit pathways lined with concrete structures run down from years of neglect. It seems only human to see things otherwise not seen unless sought after vigorously. We battle between the thoughts and the actions. The ones with contentment find no trouble. Those without wear multiple masks that shine bright with smiles and lies yet we all love, eat, and breathe fear.
Once the clash becomes universally recognized, and the color of your shirt matches your socks, you have found contentment. From that place you can never speak of a lack thereof. From there your words lose their value and the best thing is to be very quiet.

5

I hate memories. They suck energy away from time now. What purpose they serve is beyond my capabilities as a human. The only thing the past does for me is to remind me of how crappy things are now. I feel pain each and every day and with that I have the memories of better times. For that process I receive nothing but heartache, nothing but physical and emotional pain scarring me forever in a big giant pool of r and r r d's. You can call it what you want and it matters not to anybody. Call it wisdom, call it mediocrity, call it the life process but whatever you call it is important to know and understand you should never lay your naked body in a tube with light that darkens you. It is silly and stop doing that. You look silly and it is aging you. Wake the f up! Oh yeh, memories suck! Unless of course they are good memories that make you feel all warm and squooshy. In those cases it is ok to remember. For example, When I was 5 I won my first bike race. My bros were very proud of me and we had been working hard on our racing skills for a while up to that point. On the way home my bros were yelling and screaming and cheering. On that day, we all won our races. That is a memory I bring up when the big bird in the sky shits on my head. 98

Mindcracker

The vault cracked twice before allowing the contents to spill on the outside but this time there was nothing left inside. The empty space inside is reflective of who we are; empty spaces colliding electrically. The rest is fluids and built up nothingness with a mouth that sucks air away from meaningful people who will never have the voice to speak. There are 2 many voices speaking and 2 few meaningful spirits. The designs propagated are for but one purpose and it need not float in its shallow pond.