Questions

Ask me a question, and I'll give you the answer.
Can you see it?  The simplicity?
Put on your blindfold and spin three times
Pin the question on the answer and you're good to go.

Life is short.  Life is tough.  Life is a competition.
Where does it end?
Can't we just leave it at
                  Life is LIFE.
Everyone living their life the only way they know how.
Confused, tired, poor, dieing, dead.
These are the champions of the unforgiving streets.
Those chumps up in eight by eight squares?
                              Don't even mention them.
                 Your petty six figure salary means
                                                                NOTHING
                                                                to me, and
                                                don't you forget it!

So go on and ask your questions, but be prepared
                 to find your own answer.
Because, after all,it's
               your
                   question,
                        any
                           other
                              answer
                                 just wouldn't fit.
CORRECT?
FALSE!

Are you really going to believe a man
       who can't even believe himself?
Are you really going to listen to a man
       blind in all but the eyes?
Do you even understand the dire consequences
       that could result from your actions?

NO!

Break away from the public conventionalism.
Listen not to the imposing gestapo,
But to the words of your own inner DYNAMO!

Fear NOT the endless flowing sands of time,
but freely release all fears of reaching par
with the public STANDARD

Flee those who would wish you conform with
their "rebellion" against conformity
Waste no time conversing with such
wastes of sperm.

Instead, take it upon thyself to
SEE!

See the emptiness
See the void
See the pains
See the poverty
See the trials
See the severity
See the hopelessness
                                     that plague our so-called "worse-off"
And think

If the 'better-off' were put in such circumstances,
would they fare any better?!

Realize why the millionares are NOTHING
but a couple lucky cats in a
                             WORLD
                                      of dogs

They are by no means our superiors
Placed in the shoes of a poor man,
They would not last a MINUTE!

So go and ask your question,
But I will simply answer it.
For your question's answer lies in
                          two
                          words

ASK YOURSELF

Infinity

Round and round endlessly.  perpetual motion.
never slowing never speeding never stopping always going.
Going going, not gone. Still there, be it in the abyss or in your nose.
*sniff*sniff*  Smell the feast prepared by a thousand chefs.
                                                       Your bill comes to infinity.
One.  Two. Three.  Inifinity?      Nope.         Not there yet.
Just a little further.   
    Never closer, but certainly never                     farther.
     Blasphemy!           Bullshit!    NOTHING LASTS FOREVER!!
Nothing is something you fool.  Nothing is a word.
Synonyms and antonyms all got along just fine.
                     Then came the dictionary
                                                                   and all was lost.
Slaves and the poor fighting our wars.
                                             Who are they fighting for?
              Forget to remember.  Remember to forget.    Does it make sense?
Walk through the fiery inferno.
                                      One        at           a       time.
            Do it.  or  DIE!
With lackadaisical mindsets we walk.  
Left foot right foot left foot right.
BARE.  NAKED.  UNARMORED. UNPROTECTED.
Hate penetrates the skin.
Hate penetrates the heart.
Hate penetrates the lungs.
Hate penetrates the skull.
Hate cannot break my mind.
Willpower.  Mindpower.  My power.
    Paradoxes conquer the oncoming storm of enigmas.
Where does it stop?  It stops where it begins, and it begins where it stops.
Does it stop at all?                                 
                                                           Is it even moving?  
                                                      Vertigo.
                                     Amnesia.
                    Oblivion.
Stupidity excuses ignoramuses from class.
It's ok, you're not smart enough.
Don't buy it.  Boycott the stereotype.  Protest the injustice.
Confusion exists.  Mind capacity remains constant.

Egotistical elitists erect their fountains
                      atop our fine nation's highest mountains.
"Only the smartest may drink."
Just think.  
Intelligence is not a character trait, or a talent.
Intelligence merely plays substitute for other words.
"Drink and gain ultimate knowledge."
Spit it out.

Spit it out
so they may see the truth in their lies.
Spit it out
for all your comrades to cease their fantasies.
Spit it out
for all your enemies to throw down their arms.
Spit it out
if not for truth, than for cleansing of the palette.
DIRTY LIES
SHOWER THYSELF IN TRUTH

Zealots, teachers, professors, sensai, parents.
Forgive them, for they are still sleeping.
Let them slumber.
Dark steeds carrying noble knights confuse all.
Close your eyes and see the truth.
Round the loop just once more.
                 You're halfway there.  infinite laps to go.

The World.

It's a small planet, this so-called Earth.  At least, it has a small amount of land.  It also has an extremely large amount of land-dwelling organisms.  This is quite the conundrum, seeing as that number of organisms increases by the second.  One fascinating race located on Earth goes by the name of homo sapiens sapiens, or perhaps humans for short.  This set of organisms defies nearly all the rules of nature.  A fellow who's feeling rather bold might even go so far as to say we are at war with nature.  Frankly, I'd agree.

By no means am I calling myself a tree-hugger, o-zone sympathizer, or anything of the sort.  I'm just as big a fan of wasting resources as I am a fan of making rainbows with a hose (it's like your own personal rainbow, right in your backyard!  Leprechauns sold seperately, of course).  But I digress, we humans as a race need to stop, drop, and roll on down to reality.  The planet is dieing.  Captain Planet and I had a long talk about this while lounging around in the Magma Tub.  He says people don't listen to the planeteers these days!  Can you believe it?!  So now I call out to you, the people that probably don't exist since noone reads this, to help the planet.  No, you don't have to kill yourself.  You don't have to stop using electricity.  You need to moderate.  Moderate how much stuff you buy (packaging).  Moderate how much food you eat.  Moderate how many times you go out of the house (or at least try to car pool).  With small steps like these, you'll get more and more used to a life with less....well....stuff in it.

That's America's problem.  We're all hell-bent on getting as much damn stuff as humanly possible.  More cars, more clothes, more food, more everything.  Don't believe me?  America accounts for 25% of the world's resource use.  However, we only make up 5% of the population.  That means each person in the U.S. is using up five times more than his share.  Think five times isn't a lot?  Consider what life would be like if you did everything only one fifth as much.  Your house is reduced to one room, with the air conditioning/heating only being able to change the temperature up to five degrees up or down.  You are only allowed ten minutes a day on the internet, and you go to bed when the sun goes down to conserve electricity.  You can only eat half a slice of pizza.  Your house's snacks are all but forgotten.  Your life is a living hell?  Well what I just described would still be about ten times better than people living in third world nations.  How do you think they feel, knowing that they have nothing to do with the issues of diminishing resources and global warming?  Do you think they take pride in the fact that they are unable to do anything to help, because they're not doing anything wrong to begin with?

Just some things to think about the next time you ask your mother to drive you all over New Jersey, or before you buy that pair of brand-name jeans.  How much do you think someone got paid to make those, anyway?  You think they make the same $7.15 an hour we get for working a register?  They're lucky to get $7 in a week, and they're actually working a job that requires skill.  Think about it.

Gin-cery List.

I would make the picture smaller, but it deserves to be large.  Just gaze on in awe of its massivity.


Past two days have been ok at best.  Wait, one good thing did happen to me.  My mother, bless her soul, brought me home a book of Allen Ginsberg's poetry.  You gotta love Ginsberg.  Now, I know you won't love all his work, that'd be impossible.  Most of it doesn't even make sense due to his writing it while undergoing euphoria.  But his unstoppable flow is undeniable.  Not flow from word to word, but from mind to paper, and paper to mind.  The stream's current never stills or slows, always steady.  Not every little observation is gonna blow your mind, but that's to be expected from a man who never let's a single thought go to waste.  "First thought = best thought"  That's the Ginsberg way.

If you've never read anything like that, let me attempt to give you a sample.

Crickets chirp with vigor.  Continuing on in a night of emptiness.
Who hears? Who's here?  You hear?
One, two, ten thousand men in a mad race to their death.
Try and stop them before they reach the finish,
you'll end up racing right along side.
Reality wins again.
Slip away.  Consciousness gone.
New songs, old guitars.  Start revolutions with a wave of your hand.
Nuclear bombs explode in angry cacophonies.
Toy soldiers line up and die for little boys with big toys.
Endless misery wreaks havoc.
Bang! Widows and ex-mothers are created from a meaningless dispute
for the evils of the world.
                                            Extinct.  Endangered.  Wildlife and mild life combine
and connect.  Explosions erupt on the horizon.  Try to find them and fail.
Go back to the sandbox.  Grab the shovel and dig.
Dive right in and just be a kid.  Relax. Enjoy.
                                                    Ostrich feathers scatter across the ground surrounding you in a sea of ignorance.  Death is not far behind.
Suddenly blind.  Forgot your handicap tag. Take the scenic route.  All the time in the world, but none of the time on the clock.

Now you can find tons of hidden meanings in there.  I have no doubt.  The thing is, I didn't put them in on purpose.  That's the beauty of Ginsberg.


So anywaaay......yesterday I had a soccer game and then I worked till 12-ish.  Probably more like 11:30.  Hell if I know.  I've been thinkin a lot lately about the name Fiona.  Not that I know anyone named Fiona, but it's just the sexiest name I know.  If you name your little girl Fiona, and both the parents are moderately good looking, she's gonna grow up to be beautiful.  I don't know why, but she will.  That name is just......yea.  Don't believe me?? Fine, since I don't have any proof.  Just say it out loud.  Now say it again, but slower.  See what I mean?