Don’t do things by halves. If you love a woman, you love her entirely. You give everything. You don’t spend your time in bars, you don’t make love to other women; you don’t take her for granted. All creatures are given gifts, no matter their station or condition. It may be innocence for a lunatic, or heaven for a thief. But one thing is not given, it must be earned; something that a lazy man can never know. Understanding, grace, elevation of the spirit – call it what you will, it comes only of work, sacrifice, and suffering.
Don’t hesitate if you see a chance to feel something beautiful; rush in headlong and abandon caution. We are wretched fools, and our lives are small blemishes on the vastness of eternity. You have the chance to stay awake all night with that beautiful soul; take it. Grasp this life in your two hands and wring out every drop of timeless radiance.
The gods should envy us our mortality, everything becomes lovelier because we’re doomed. She may never be more beautiful than she is at this moment. You will never be here again.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Pent
Perhaps real beauty can be understood in that it is not just a combination, but a dissolution; that after the threads are woven and tangled, they then untangle, and continue on their separate ways. Music is a chain forged half of silence and half of sound; love is nothing without longing and loss. If life were not to have death at it's end, and death not to have been preceeded by life, neither would be of any consequence.
In these metaphysics alone I find happiness. I see her green sweater and the neckline that it holds together, in proportions that are almost perfect. I see the light in her face, staring into the breeze that carries cool air up from the ocean. Her hair glows and eyes flash like blue fire.
I cannot tame her, but perhaps I can run with her.
In these metaphysics alone I find happiness. I see her green sweater and the neckline that it holds together, in proportions that are almost perfect. I see the light in her face, staring into the breeze that carries cool air up from the ocean. Her hair glows and eyes flash like blue fire.
I cannot tame her, but perhaps I can run with her.
HUMANS!
Is your planet full of lush greenery, with clean water and a self-sustaining ecosystem? Does everything function symbiotically, in an awe-inspiring balance of wondrous proportion?
Then you need HUMANS! In just a short few thousand years, humans can completely and utterly F**K UP YOUR PLANET!
Simply integrate them into your amazing world and watch as they mindlessly gobble up resources, clear-cut rainforests, manufacture usless shit at an alarming rate, spew noxious and/or toxic chemicals into the water and air, deplete your ozone layer, enslave and murder their own kind, and divide the planet into imaginary sections so that they can worship shiny rocks and colorful pieces of paper.
SO! If you're tired of your boring planet, full of peace, tranquility, animals, plants, natural resources, and clean water, dont hesistate to order HUMANS today! Thanks to an excess, Planet Earth has literally BILLIONS of these creatures to spare! COME ON, UNIVERSE! Isnt it time you enjoyed the benefits that only HUMANS can offer?
***WARNING***Humans are not for everyone. Side effects may include climate change, war, rape, drugs, disease, poverty, politicians, the apocalypse, reality TV, torture, prostitution, recreational joggers, Rosie O' Donnell, K-fed, and religious zealotry.
Then you need HUMANS! In just a short few thousand years, humans can completely and utterly F**K UP YOUR PLANET!
Simply integrate them into your amazing world and watch as they mindlessly gobble up resources, clear-cut rainforests, manufacture usless shit at an alarming rate, spew noxious and/or toxic chemicals into the water and air, deplete your ozone layer, enslave and murder their own kind, and divide the planet into imaginary sections so that they can worship shiny rocks and colorful pieces of paper.
SO! If you're tired of your boring planet, full of peace, tranquility, animals, plants, natural resources, and clean water, dont hesistate to order HUMANS today! Thanks to an excess, Planet Earth has literally BILLIONS of these creatures to spare! COME ON, UNIVERSE! Isnt it time you enjoyed the benefits that only HUMANS can offer?
***WARNING***Humans are not for everyone. Side effects may include climate change, war, rape, drugs, disease, poverty, politicians, the apocalypse, reality TV, torture, prostitution, recreational joggers, Rosie O' Donnell, K-fed, and religious zealotry.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Floating
Honey, I'm home. I'm thrilled at how clear and blue she is today. The sheeple splash around in the shallows, screaming and flirting. Writhing masses of humanity, I cant escape them. Yes, I can. Swim out, away from the things of man. The shoreline shrinks, and I'm filled with joy. Stretch these moments, bend space-time around them, loop them back on each other and fashion an eternal snapshot of bliss.
I know someday I'll find you. I'll kiss your lips and carry you out into the palace of winds; a land without borders, a kingdom of conscience.
That's all I've ever wanted, to walk in such a place with you.
I know someday I'll find you. I'll kiss your lips and carry you out into the palace of winds; a land without borders, a kingdom of conscience.
That's all I've ever wanted, to walk in such a place with you.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Strange Truths
Mainstream psychology is starting to accept the idea that women are attracted to "Bad Boys". It will probably be another ten years before anyone with a degree puts two and two together and says "Hey, maybe women feel attraction for Bad Boys for natural, evolutionary reasons, and that's why Bad Boys are considered "sexy".. ."
Hell, maybe I should say it... Oh, I already did. Whatever.
Point is, there's something to the idea that woman don't feel that powerful gut level attraction for "nice" guys who chase after them and kiss up to them.Women do, on the other hand, feel that magical emotion called attraction for bad boys.Of course, I don't believe that you MUST be a jerk, or abuse women in order to make them feel attracted to you.
There's a much better way...
Below are 2 scenarios to try when chatting with an attractive woman; try them and notice the difference.
1) Smile all the time.
2) Be very nice, cordial, and friendly. Use no sarcasm, and don't tease.
3) Act as if you really "like" the woman you're talking to... and as if you're "interested" in her.
4) Give her lots of compliments.
5) Optional: Politely say "You probably have a boyfriend, right? Can I take you out sometime?"
Now, try something different with the next woman you talk to...
1) Don't smile very often.
2) Pretend that you've known her for 20 years, and that you're TOO comfortable around her. Tease her for something that no one teases her about... like the way she dresses, etc.
3) Pretend that she's interested in YOU, and has been pursuing YOU, and that you're resisting her. Make jokes about it and say things like "I just don't think things are going to work out between us".
4) Pay her no compliments of any kind. If she gives you any, say "That's a cheesy pick up line.
Can't you think of something more original?"
5) Optional: Say "Hey, do you have a phone number? Good. Write it down here..." ...and watch her obey.
You should notice a huge difference between the first woman you talked to, and this one. When you're being a nice wuss, you'll see the look on her face that says "Oh, no. Another guy who "likes" me. How can I get rid of him politely?"During the second conversation, you'll see her opening her mouth with the "half smile, half oh-no-you-didn't-just-say-that look". You'll feel a tension in the air. You'll notice she'll look at you as if she can't believe what she's hearing.If you're particularly sharp and funny, you might just hear her say "I like you... we have to hang
out sometime" within the first few minutes of the conversation. You will never hear that when you're playing the "Nice Wuss".
Hell, maybe I should say it... Oh, I already did. Whatever.
Point is, there's something to the idea that woman don't feel that powerful gut level attraction for "nice" guys who chase after them and kiss up to them.Women do, on the other hand, feel that magical emotion called attraction for bad boys.Of course, I don't believe that you MUST be a jerk, or abuse women in order to make them feel attracted to you.
There's a much better way...
Below are 2 scenarios to try when chatting with an attractive woman; try them and notice the difference.
1) Smile all the time.
2) Be very nice, cordial, and friendly. Use no sarcasm, and don't tease.
3) Act as if you really "like" the woman you're talking to... and as if you're "interested" in her.
4) Give her lots of compliments.
5) Optional: Politely say "You probably have a boyfriend, right? Can I take you out sometime?"
Now, try something different with the next woman you talk to...
1) Don't smile very often.
2) Pretend that you've known her for 20 years, and that you're TOO comfortable around her. Tease her for something that no one teases her about... like the way she dresses, etc.
3) Pretend that she's interested in YOU, and has been pursuing YOU, and that you're resisting her. Make jokes about it and say things like "I just don't think things are going to work out between us".
4) Pay her no compliments of any kind. If she gives you any, say "That's a cheesy pick up line.
Can't you think of something more original?"
5) Optional: Say "Hey, do you have a phone number? Good. Write it down here..." ...and watch her obey.
You should notice a huge difference between the first woman you talked to, and this one. When you're being a nice wuss, you'll see the look on her face that says "Oh, no. Another guy who "likes" me. How can I get rid of him politely?"During the second conversation, you'll see her opening her mouth with the "half smile, half oh-no-you-didn't-just-say-that look". You'll feel a tension in the air. You'll notice she'll look at you as if she can't believe what she's hearing.If you're particularly sharp and funny, you might just hear her say "I like you... we have to hang
out sometime" within the first few minutes of the conversation. You will never hear that when you're playing the "Nice Wuss".
Brillig
I was hanging some shelves when the cyber-rhinoceros burst through the wall, tusks exploding with brilliant fire. "Cookies!" It screamed.
And I woke up.
And I woke up.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Tempest
Saltwater chokes me. I've swallowed pints of the stuff, and I'm done. I'm sweating...my own measly contribution to the briny soup I struggle in. Growing weaker with each stroke, I try to power past the roaring surf, the foam that laughs at me. I see dolphins effortlessly cutting accross the breakline. I sense their joy, feel their intelligence and wish that I could fly among them. Stroke. The surf assaults me, slapping my board away, flinging me like a ragdoll. Snap goes my leash. Shit. Gaze up at the rising wave-crest, a gaping maw ready to devour me. The sea doesn't want me. Some days it welcomes me like a lover..gently.. and on others it rages and punishes. Rattled, lungs bursting, I explode to the surface and am buried again. I realize that I love breathing and miss it terribly.
Is this when I die? ..I wonder if passing through the gates of death is like crossing quietly over a pasture fence. On the other side, you simply keep walking, without the need to look back. No shock, no lights, no sounds of thunder or great voices, just the simple lifting of a plank in the fence and the peaceful walk into fields of gold.
But not yet. Not yet!
Float. Float on your back, stop struggling. The sea relents, allows me to backstroke in to shore..I gasp on the sand for what seems like hours. My board and my fear are the only things I've lost.
Ocean-1, Chris-0
Escape
If you want to see a mermaid, this is what you do: Dive down to where the water is no longer blue, where the sky is only a memory, and float there, in the silence. Stay there, and decide that you'll die for them. Only then will they come out, greet you, and judge the love you have for them. If it's sincere, if it's pure, they'll be with you, and take you away forever.
I escape.
All my cares shatter as my body breaks the water. I dive till I feel the pressure grip me. Hearing nothing but the slow thrum of my pulse, I spread my arms and hang there in the stillness. Enveloped by the sea. Caressing me like the arms of a lover, begging me to sink deeper into it's velvety blackness. This is a different world. Up, I see spears of sunlight boring into the void, reminding me where I come from, where I must return. No! I need this. Need to stay here. I see them, hear their voices.
I am dying.
Agony rips me back to reality. Heartbeat thundering like Vulcan's forge, I tear my eyes from this unholy beauty and scale the vertical water-path back to my world.
I float on the timeless sea, and the sun warms my cheeks. Smiling a bitter smile, I know that one day I will be back to stay.
I escape.
All my cares shatter as my body breaks the water. I dive till I feel the pressure grip me. Hearing nothing but the slow thrum of my pulse, I spread my arms and hang there in the stillness. Enveloped by the sea. Caressing me like the arms of a lover, begging me to sink deeper into it's velvety blackness. This is a different world. Up, I see spears of sunlight boring into the void, reminding me where I come from, where I must return. No! I need this. Need to stay here. I see them, hear their voices.
I am dying.
Agony rips me back to reality. Heartbeat thundering like Vulcan's forge, I tear my eyes from this unholy beauty and scale the vertical water-path back to my world.
I float on the timeless sea, and the sun warms my cheeks. Smiling a bitter smile, I know that one day I will be back to stay.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Alive
I whisper.
Her perfect lips shine like the sea in moonlight. She smiles and I lean in closer...Grey Goose. Is this happening because of the alcohol? I wonder where I would be without this mythical social lubricant. I wonder where she got those perfect teeth...I wonder how my breath smells. Back to business.
Bam! I taste her lips. Time stops. There is nothing, and everything. I kiss her while the stars wheel overhead and there is nothing but the wind, and bliss. I feel the lightning trying to sweep me down, but I fight it. I immerse myself in this cross-fire of beautiful images and I beat this feeling, like molten steel, into beams of light. Radiance.
I focus my eyes and throw the current across the gap. Her eyes widen and we look at each other, breathing.
For an instant, the delicate tangles of her hair fill the emptiness of my hands. And then she is gone.
Her perfect lips shine like the sea in moonlight. She smiles and I lean in closer...Grey Goose. Is this happening because of the alcohol? I wonder where I would be without this mythical social lubricant. I wonder where she got those perfect teeth...I wonder how my breath smells. Back to business.
Bam! I taste her lips. Time stops. There is nothing, and everything. I kiss her while the stars wheel overhead and there is nothing but the wind, and bliss. I feel the lightning trying to sweep me down, but I fight it. I immerse myself in this cross-fire of beautiful images and I beat this feeling, like molten steel, into beams of light. Radiance.
I focus my eyes and throw the current across the gap. Her eyes widen and we look at each other, breathing.
For an instant, the delicate tangles of her hair fill the emptiness of my hands. And then she is gone.
It
To be truly happy, give everything you have...you must work to exhaustion, live to exhaustion, and love to exhaustion.
If I want to go to Paris, I go to Paris. I dont hang around like an ass with a half-dozen bags who's gone to take in the sights at Disneyland. People like that continually expose their souls to mortal danger by imagining they are free of it..when indeed, the only danger to the spirit is to live too long without it.
The world is made of fire.
If I want to go to Paris, I go to Paris. I dont hang around like an ass with a half-dozen bags who's gone to take in the sights at Disneyland. People like that continually expose their souls to mortal danger by imagining they are free of it..when indeed, the only danger to the spirit is to live too long without it.
The world is made of fire.
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