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400 days ago
I cannot be awake for nothing looks to me as it did before, Or else I am awake for the first time, and all before has been a mean sleep. Walt Whitman First a bit about the universe .. Our realm, the physical universe..The 'stage front' our lives are played out on.. Subject to the laws of physics, including space, time, and causation are real... They are not an illusion of our limited perception. They do exist. What eastern philosophy is trying to hammer home is that, the physical universe is only a part of the universe as a whole.. The rest of the universe, for lack of a better illustration, is the 'back stage' portion of the universe.. This 'back stage' portion of the universe is where the physical universe was conceptualized.. The 'back stage' part of the universe is the womb of the physical universe. Where as the physical universe is made tangible by the creation of atoms.. The 'back stage' portion of the universe is ...
402 days ago
If social popularity is truly reflected through the media. If capitalism holds it's weight as a measure of the needs and desires of the populous. You might agree that there are more than a few people out there looking for their soul mate... Mate, significant other, or better half, as loosely defined within the concept: An avenue of individual enrichment attainable through the connection of oneness experienced through such a relationship.. Personally,.... heart ache, heart attack, trophy, compromise, triumph, sugar daddy, sugar mama, and lip of insanity are descriptions that also come to mind. However, I won't be addressing those at this time.. I am not feeling particularly cynical today, and besides, I really did want this blog to indicate something of a thought containing at least semblance of social value.. As it is fitting that the title of any piece of writing be included in the actual body of the material, I suppose this as good time as any to mention it.. ...
413 days ago
Early in the evening, straight through the black of night Slow churned hours of Halloween, gripped my soul in fright Nibbling on white knuckles, rolled up into a fist Waiting for the risen ones, appearing in the mist Dragging their dead feet across the dew drops on my lawn I know I'll find no peace of mind until November's morn Tapping on my windows, beating thunder on my door Searching in the moon glow entrance at the basement floor "Hey it's Halloween! Why don't you come on out and play? Join the celebration for those of us who passed away Three hundred sixty five full days of hunger and of thirst You know, you should feel special, your the one we thought of first" Searing pain, splintered wood thrust dead hands through my door Quick thawed frozen fear poured down my pant leg to the floor Six inch broken blackened nails sunk deep into my flesh As they quarrel dividing portions I backed up to save the rest Crutching to the ...
413 days ago
Well his name is Storm but a title that gets somebody to open the blog folder is half the battle won.. My buddy Storm...He's a champion black labrador...Breeds tri...Black, chocolate, yellow... Makes him special in the world of dogs.. He don't act special...He just acts like a dog.. He's a good teacher about how to approach life...Got a personality like,...Gandhi... This dog loves everybody and puts up with everybody... He's a lover not a fighter... His desire makes him crazy at times though... He wants to break out and make love to the world..Twice a day.. I can't let him though.....It's dangerous out there.. Even here in the sticks... I've lost one dog and three cats over the years to things that go bump in the night.. Sometimes I break down and let him go.. When it gets real bad for him.. After about a month of cabin fever he starts acting,...weird.. Stuff like trying to make it with the cats... My other dog's name is Buster..He's ...
419 days ago
October... Well, this year is blowing out in a hurry.. It's always around this time I start thinking about next year.. Kind of a pre new year resolution thing.. Let see, it's too late to fix this or that this year cuz, time is running out.. Next year is going to be 'better'....Yeah, that's the one... Next year is going to be better... I've got to be finished wading through the sludge by then...Next year is going to be roses.. Every year October swings around and I am repeating those same lines.. LooseCanon, why can't you get it though your thick skull, It's already better... Spoiled rotten....... October...Her favorite time of year...I never much cared for it before we met.. It's something about the 'time' of the season that always discouraged me... The magnitude of the relentless awful truth that is the circle of life... Love changed all that..Love made October ok with me.. That was many years ago, and still it is her reflection ...
