Virtues

Dirty Paws

We need sin! oh, where is the sin?

Oh what a surprise,

The little sheep dog found it

Sin lives where target

And the dollar store meet

In the corner

Always in the corners

Wait until the doorway opens sheep dog

Wait for a moment

Will yourself to explore

Then run to the corner sheep dog

Get yourself a high perch

Climb on the wall

wait...

Then jump on down

In the muck and the bile

Get the sin all over your paws

Stay for a short while

In the disgusting, black ooze

Let it mingle on your paws

Then leave

That was better

good dog!

The Painted Veil

The trees beside the fast freeway,
those fields past the fences,
with a cow here and there
and an electrical grid.

Fields of grass,
no houses or people,
perhaps a boring freeway sign -
an empty cigarette box.

Just dirt and sky.

American,

Native American,

African American.

Is it just a field?

How many walls hide

what is truly in those fields?

The painted veil

is the nicest ruse.

Who walked those fields?

What will happen to those fields?

And then a store...

And a college...

And an airport...

Like the sky; emerald blue.
The clouds; milky white.
Rain falling on my windshield
What goes up must come down.

And oh, how it comes down.

But oh, nature...

The Ultimate Painted Veil!

A field needs rain,

Like a brush needs water.

A field needs lightning,

Like a painter needs a heart.

A field needs roots,

like a draftsman needs composition.

And a field needs a story,

As it is sometimes walked upon.

Can you stay in the sky forever?
Can I come up to see you?
Without my body?

If the veil is not made of surface,
Nor can looking for it see it,
Nor any scientific terms,
Then perhaps it is painted.

so enjoy the beauty around you.

SMEETS

one man's trash

your best friend
is that who
tells you
what you
don't want
to hear

it sounds wrong
it sounds ugly
it is trash

but if you hold on
wait, wait, wait,
give the benifet
of the doubt
and ultimately
the trash gets thrown out
wait again
and pick it back up
out of the trash!

Touch Threshold

Touch is the first sense to emerge in utero

Humans use Touch for plenty of things - petting, shaking hands, patting someone on the back, hugging someone

But when there is too much of the sense of touch people feel pain.

When you fall hard on the ground the sense of touch hurts you

Imagine being able to do the strongest of Senses

Sense of touch could have a pain threshold of 10 tons

Anything below that just feels soft anything above that hurts

So you would basically be able to fall from Great Heights and not be hurt

Why are we so fragile?

It is because we have a certain pain threshold with respect to touch

Too many things to be

Because the absolute nature of my soul is to be
Then I am at the mercy of everything

Where is my veil, my rock, my shelter
That I might find refuge?

At what point does one object crash
into another objects territory?

When does being so open,
actually turn into closed?

When does being so crazy,
actually start making sense?

When does being in so much pain,
actually produce strength?

Slow Burn

i think we need to stop
or at least pause
yes, a long pause

sit forever on our porch
just our thoughts
and our feelings

the world is moving too fast
the end is inevitable
but where is the patients and dignity and peace

Cows, Chickens, and Pigs

And the cows, chickens, and pigs of this world shouted...

"I have to live in this world, do you not think I should know what it's made of?  I have to live in this world, do you not think I should know what it's made of?  I have to live in this world, do you not think I should know what it's made of?  I have to live in this world, do you not think I should know what it's made of?  I have to live in this world, do you not think I should know what it's made of?"

But the overseers said...

"If cows, chickens, and pigs knew the truth then the world would have to change... but we don't want that.
If cows, chickens, and pigs knew the truth that would mean they would have rights... but we don't want them to have rights.
If cows, chickens, and pigs knew the truth then they would have to live somewhere on there own... but we don't want to give up our land.
If cows, chickens, and pigs knew there was another race whose soul purpose was to eat them then there would be a war... but we will lose that war
If cows, chickens, and pigs knew the truth then our laws and culture would have to also serve them... but we don't want them to."

And the truth of the matter was...

Keep the cows, chickens, and pigs of this world stupid.  If they don't know any better then all the power to us.  Besides they may overtake us one day and we don't want that.  They may have some solutions to the many problems of the world and that's dangerous.  No keep the cows, chickens, and pigs of this world stupid.  And never let on that we know the truth.  Keep the game going.

Study time

gonna pull out the notebook and start studying.  some really good stuff in here at first glance.  very comprehensive.

http://psychology.wikia.com/wiki/Fear

What scares us the most?

These are the things that scare most of us the most according to James Geer who surveyed some students and polled a bunch of people and all that.

Suffocation
Failing a test
Injury of a loved one
Death of a loved one
Your own death
Being self conscious
Not being a success
Snakes
Nuclear war
Speaking in front of a group
Looking foolish
Terrorist attacks
Spiders
War
Making mistakes
The future
Being alone
Criminal or gang violence

cited from this video - Why are things creepy? which is really well done though he's a little too hype for me and he's got that formatted public speaking act going on.

I just rest...

my song when i'm driving home from playing basketball with friends (we play till midnight sometimes). certain songs just click in our hearts and minds.

Photo Art

Don't go sneaking around in abandoned factories... you may not like what you find.

Mirelurk

Bunny

Blood

Virtues Stream of Consciousness

Love is being one with someone else

Love is a tender kiss, hug, pat on the shoulder

How do I know love?

How do I give love?

Dogs give unconditional love

Confidence is personal to everybody

Why do I lack confidence?

Where can I find confidence?

Caring makes people feel well

Kindness makes people feel happy

Purity – Angels, trees, water, animals

How do I achieve purity?

How do I keep my thoughts pure?

Body? Mind?

How do I overcome my own defects?

Wonder

How do I add wonder to my life?

Wonder is infectious

Share the wonder

How do I make something wonderful?

Find wonder

Find unity in friendship

Unity is seperate but can have a goal or point

Collective goal

Unity is one for all and all for one

Innocence – the games of a child

Detachment can allow for uniqueness

Perfectly fine to stand alone

Detachment allows for perspective

Joy is like a miracle

Joy tears

Don’t be afraid to think Big

Face your fears

Pursue your goals

Ideals should be pure

Share your ideals

Confidence

The unknown

Knowledge is power

Share your knowledge

Power goes away

Collective knowledge is stronger than individual knowledge

Be open for knowledge of unsuspecting things

Knowing is in the heart – information is in the head

It takes strength to have determination

Determination requires forward thinking

Determination without stubborness

Strength has no labels

Strength need not be physical

Patiently waiting

Patiently not waiting

Patient for all the right reasons

Return to Twin Peaks

So we got showtime just to watch the new Twin Peaks season and then cancelled.  I've been wanting to get the series but everywhere I go it's 60 dollars.  So one day just browsing amazon I happened to see the price for the new season is half the amount.  That's right it's currently 30 dollars for the complete dvd set on amazon.  Go buy it while you can guys.

https://www.amazon.com/Twin-Peaks-Limited-Kyle-MacLachlan/dp/B076M95GY6/ref=ice_ac_b_dpb_twi_dvd_2?s=movies-tv&ie=UTF8&qid=1526797094&sr=1-2&keywords=twin+peaks+season+3

Fake Authors?

I illustrated a graphic novel that my dad wrote.  It was a true collaboration as we respected each others talents and acted accordingly.  The graphic novel took me roughly ten years to finish, one year to find a publisher, and currently on-going years to market it.  I put my heart and soul into it.  I also learned a lot about making books.  Being in average physical condition and my health relatively normal, and often working 12 hour days sometimes, why did it take me ten years and not one year?  Isn't one or two years to finish a book the average duration of the New York Times best selling authors?  And why do they all have 30, 40, or even 50 books out?  Not to mention all the interviews they do and podcasts and youtube videos?

The math doesn't add up!

To name a few authors:

John Michael Greer has published 42 books.  Ok, that's a lot, but not impossible.
Danielle Steel - over 100 books.  Ok, I'm pretty sure that's impossible.
Stephen King - over 100 books.  Impossible.
James Paterson - on his way to 1,000.  Terribly impossible! just check out his bibliography - https://www.fantasticfiction.com/p/james-patterson/
but be prepared to scroll for a while

Do these people not eat, sleep, or go out for supplies like toilet paper?  Not to mention they also have hundreds of interviews to do and conventions to go to and youtube videos to be on.  Again the math doesn't make sense.

I know what it takes to make an authentic and legitimate book with meaning and quality.  I know how much it takes out of a person.  I know I have other things to do in life then work on the book.  So how do they do it?  Speculations broaden much... from these authors not being human, to secret technology that can create a book with a few keyboard commands (like a plot generator but more powerful) called evolutionary computation, and to some distorted magic or evil spiritual power.

The mystery is not only reserved for authors; directors, athletes, and artists are all achieving extraordinary feats with little actual work and seemingly spiting time in the process.

Digital horror locker - 01

I thought it would be cool to showcase my collection of my horror movies and other horror related things.  I have some more ideas for this so there is more to come.

books are awesome!

I came across this bible quote:

“My son, beware of anything beyond these. Of making many books there is no end, and much study is a weariness of the flesh. The end of the matter; all has been heard. Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the whole duty of man.”

Ecclesiastes 12:12-13

I'm sorry but books are awesome!  the more the better.  poetry, novels, non-fiction, comic books, anything.  i read a poul anderson book a long time ago called war of the gods and something happened, i traveled inside the book, while i was just sitting in my room.  the words were so juicy, i felt like panting.  i was encapsulated and inspired!  and to think of all the work that went into it... all the research, imagination, talent, and artistry.

What you aim at aims back at you

The things we do and the things we are subjected to everyday is 

acting on us and molding us.  The force of life will be applied to whatever 

you cling to, whatever you identify with, good or bad, chaotic or orderly.  

Which is to say, if you make yourself into a monster, a monster 

will make itself out of you.

Who killed George? Part 3.

My friends at Crack Your Nuts have asked me to join them in a writing challenge where we write an article, short story, essay, or whatever we can think of everyday.  Challenge accepted.


Writing Challenge Day 42 - post 6.
From a random plot generator I got this:

A woman in her early forties, who can be quite spontaneous.A man in his late thirties, who can be quite overbearing.The story begins by a river.A relationship breaks up.It's a story about terror.Your character attempts to keep a low profile

___________________________________

Part 3.

Sunday flipped his notebook open, clicked his pen, and began probing for information, "I'm Detective Sunday, I would like to ask you a few questions, Heather."  Sunday was calm and sincere.

"Yes, please ask anything you want, Detective."

"Around what time did you find the victim?

"I would say it was 11:30 or so.  I was eating lunch at the picnic table over there, when I heard a terrible scream... I went over to see what was going on.  That's when I saw the body."

"Did you see anybody else when you approached the body?"

"No, nobody."

"Was the scream male or female?"

"It was male.  I assume it was coming from the man lying there... the victim.  I mean... it sounded so painful."

"How about that strange smell?  Was it present before you heard the scream?"

"No, as soon as I saw the body, the smell was there."

"So you didn't see anything out of the ordinary... nothing suspicious?"

"No, Detective.  I'm sorry I'm not that helpful."

"It's OK, Heather."

Additionally, Sunday wrote down her contact information and concluded the interview.  Sunday flipped his note book closed and frowned.  No leads means a lot of waiting.  However, the victims past might provide some clues.  

"Detective, wait..."  Heather ran back up to Sunday, "There is something else.  I forgot to mention it."

"Go on."

"Just before I heard the scream I felt really weird.  And then there was this strange heat all around me.  It must have only been a couple seconds, but it was pretty powerful.  I hope I don't sound nuts, but I'm very spiritual... and that surge of heat felt unnatural."

"Thank you, Heather, It's very helpful.  I'll be in touch."

Sunday looked worried - strange heat, gross smells, what the hell was going on?

Who killed George? Part 2.

My friends at Crack Your Nuts have asked me to join them in a writing challenge where we write an article, short story, essay, or whatever we can think of everyday.  Challenge accepted.


Writing Challenge Day 11 - post 5.
From a random plot generator I got this:

A woman in her early forties, who can be quite spontaneous.A man in his late thirties, who can be quite overbearing.The story begins by a river.A relationship breaks up.It's a story about terror.Your character attempts to keep a low profile

___________________________________

Part 2.

Detective Sunday, of the Orlando Police Department, arrived at the front entrance to the park, which was closed off to police only.  Nobody was getting in without proper clearance.  Sunday parked his car, caught the eye of a police man, flashed his badge, and tried to get more of the story from him.  "What do we got?"
"One body, mangled beyond belief.  Three witnesses so far, but they didn't actually see how the person died - they were playing by the river and found the body."
"How wide of an area do we have?"
"We put up tape for a good hundred yards from the body, but I suspect we'll find evidence through out the whole park."
"OK, thank you... What the hell is that smell?"
"We don't know, it's awful isn't it?"

Sunday entered the crime scene and was more than taken a back.  He has never seen a more gruesome dead body in all his years of police work.  The victim's limbs were ripped from the body, the head was decapitated, and the organs were strewn about the area.  It can't be ruled out that this was an animal attack.  A wild boar could certainly do this.  An alligator perhaps.  Either way the autopsy will show up any animal traces.

The first thing that he wanted to investigate was the strange smell that permeated the area.  It was extremely unpleasant.  Could it be coming from the body?  How could the smell of a corpse be sensed all the way to the parking lot and the entrance of the park?  It was a sour, vulgar smell.  

Another detective, named Jackson, a veteran officer, was looking at the body.  Sunday walked over to him, "What do you think of that smell?"

"It's definitely unique.  Not coming from the body."

"Could be useful to analyze it."

"Go for it.  Be quick though, it might be gone soon.  Jenifer has a kit with her I believe."

Detective Sunday walked over to the forensic officer, Jenifer Morgan, and grabbed the kit off her.  Police stations have scent kits that can collect smells, primarily used for K-9's to help find missing persons, drugs, or objects.  Except Sunday wanted to analyze the smell.  Perhaps there was a clue in it's properties that could lead the investigation somewhere.

Sunday took out a pad from the kit and swabbed a tree, the ground, the body, and a nearby bench, then put the pad in a tube and sealed it.  He didn't want to stay any longer than he had to.  He would go through the forensic reports later.  The whole scene was nauseating.  Dead bodies are for the forensic team and larvae.  Instead, he wanted to focus on the eye-witnesses.  

Sunday walked back to Jackson, "Who is the first responder?"
Jackson pointed over to a police man far behind them, near the tape, "That would be Barry Friedman."

Sunday walked over to him.
"I was told there's a couple potential eye witnesses?"
"Yeah, though two of them have left the scene, but were thoroughly questioned.  The other, a one Heather Donney, is standing over there, behind the tape."
"What do you have on her?"
"Not much.  She found the body.  No real important points."
"Hey, you never know, right?"

Sunday walked up to Heather and put his critical thinking cap on.