Friday, June 3, 2011
"It was true, I had always realized it—I hadn’t any “right” to exist at all. I had appeared by chance, I existed like a stone, a plant, a microbe. I could feel nothing to myself but an inconsequential buzzing. I was thinking…that here we are eating and drinking, to preserve our precious existence, and that there’s nothing, nothing, absolutely no reason for existing" Sartre
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
And They Call Me Mary Jane
The herb, the herb, the herb...the growing obsession of this world.
Is it really oh so superb!
Oh wow, ive seen people change! ...for the worse
How can an addiction be good for you.
I wouldnt be so against it, if people actually used it in moderation.
Nonetheless, if you got 6 min, listen...
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Kraft
It is always fascinating to read something that you have previously pondered and to see that many people think as one does. Some things are abstract. A lot of things are abstract....fuck it, everything is abstract. Let me share some of my reading:
"The sickness of being human is the sickness of wanting to be unique. Each of us tries to be the only One. Each one of us wants to regulate the universe so that it circles around us and around us alone. The idea that we are the same as all the rest of humanity and all beings is something which is almost impossible for us to accept."
"The only true way to know ourselves as the inviolate one is to accept the suffering that comes because we are not unique in the way we would like to be; that indeed we are ordinary in so many respects."
So come down to Earth
"How near the truth yet how far we seek. How near the truth indeed! Each one of us, from morning till night, is continuous flow of knowing, an unending symphony of knowing, a rising and falling of knowing. We are never out of knowing; it is always present."
So find for yourself.
"Even if we were given exactly what we think we are missing it would not be enough."
Never enough.
""What is the word "I"? We take it for granted and let it slip off the tongue without hesitation and with great frequency...To experience its strength, it is a good exercise to spend a few hours a day using the word "I" sparingly as possible, or even not at all. One feels as if one is giving up an addiction."
So lose yourself.
Only by finding self can one lose self.
Reality is in front of you. There is no other truth then the now. And what is the "now?" The "now" is now, now...now, NOW. There is no other truth. While other religions point the arrow away from you and toward someone else, Meditation and Zen, points the arrow directly at you. It is an independent act. There is no explanation for being enlightened. Only when knowing and accepting the emptiness/the nothingness of this world will we live a fearless, splendid life.
All anybody wants to do is talk about themselves. Sometimes you dont even notice it. I notice it. It's blaring obvious in you and i see it in myself as well. "I..." and my mental process tells me "there you go again." And so I shut up and listen to you rant and rant about yourself. But worry not, I am listening. I mean, whats wrong with continuously yapping about yourself? What else are we gonna talk about? others? pikachu?
I am just living out my own experiment.
It was just interesting to read.
...the psychology of things.
"The sickness of being human is the sickness of wanting to be unique. Each of us tries to be the only One. Each one of us wants to regulate the universe so that it circles around us and around us alone. The idea that we are the same as all the rest of humanity and all beings is something which is almost impossible for us to accept."
"The only true way to know ourselves as the inviolate one is to accept the suffering that comes because we are not unique in the way we would like to be; that indeed we are ordinary in so many respects."
So come down to Earth
"How near the truth yet how far we seek. How near the truth indeed! Each one of us, from morning till night, is continuous flow of knowing, an unending symphony of knowing, a rising and falling of knowing. We are never out of knowing; it is always present."
So find for yourself.
"Even if we were given exactly what we think we are missing it would not be enough."
Never enough.
""What is the word "I"? We take it for granted and let it slip off the tongue without hesitation and with great frequency...To experience its strength, it is a good exercise to spend a few hours a day using the word "I" sparingly as possible, or even not at all. One feels as if one is giving up an addiction."
So lose yourself.
Only by finding self can one lose self.
Reality is in front of you. There is no other truth then the now. And what is the "now?" The "now" is now, now...now, NOW. There is no other truth. While other religions point the arrow away from you and toward someone else, Meditation and Zen, points the arrow directly at you. It is an independent act. There is no explanation for being enlightened. Only when knowing and accepting the emptiness/the nothingness of this world will we live a fearless, splendid life.
All anybody wants to do is talk about themselves. Sometimes you dont even notice it. I notice it. It's blaring obvious in you and i see it in myself as well. "I..." and my mental process tells me "there you go again." And so I shut up and listen to you rant and rant about yourself. But worry not, I am listening. I mean, whats wrong with continuously yapping about yourself? What else are we gonna talk about? others? pikachu?
I am just living out my own experiment.
It was just interesting to read.
...the psychology of things.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
IM A FUCKING UNICORN
"My material is art"
Nah, seriously. If you hate on these niggas, eat a dick! and get a view on your own mental.
Stop thinking in terms of good and bad. Fucking ride a pony or go pick some flowers and go rape a bitch.
Nah, seriously. If you hate on these niggas, eat a dick! and get a view on your own mental.
Stop thinking in terms of good and bad. Fucking ride a pony or go pick some flowers and go rape a bitch.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
I Dont Have A Name For This
(Prelude to 1: sometimes people say stupid shit and I'd say, maybe, 59% of the time its pretty funny...it'll at least pull out a chuckle. This was an emphatic lol. You may not get why I write random crap but ill let you know why: I write random material bc that was a significant part of that given day. And maybe in a few months, I can look back and have something to read and ponder again because I am a loser like that. You feel me?)
1) "When I was in high school i'd get a 'hard on' in class and couldn't get rid of it for shit, now i cant even get a 'hard on' even if i tried...I'm worthless." JP
(Prelude to 2: there is none)
2) Some things never change.
Friday, February 25, 2011
wowthatstrippy!
this is not one of those scary pop up shits videos.
just do it. i was trippy for about 7 seconds. follow the instructions.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Intuition
has flow and from the moment i downloaded his first mixtape of unauthorized indie/alternative collaborations, I smelled potential. Here's a verse off of a new single, When Im Small.
I'm feeling to alive to be dead yet too dead to be alive.
Let that drip drop red and put the medicine inside.
Bet I'm better than these metal peddlers but pride
got me bent up like I'll never get a little bit of shine.
But I'm fending off the time, finger on the button
something heavy on the side, lingering on nothing.
What I put inside my mind, often bitter and disgusting,
So reminiscent of liquor my liver didn't function. Now,
I'm digging up from the dirt.
Separating self from where the grunts go to work.
Save your self hatred and your love of getting hurt
for your final destination stumbling drunk up in a hearse.
Look, it's purgatory for the people
who believed the glory when they heard the "Story of the Eagle."
Fool, you can't reinvent truth.
I'd rather die the worst me than live to be the best you.
Let that drip drop red and put the medicine inside.
Bet I'm better than these metal peddlers but pride
got me bent up like I'll never get a little bit of shine.
But I'm fending off the time, finger on the button
something heavy on the side, lingering on nothing.
What I put inside my mind, often bitter and disgusting,
So reminiscent of liquor my liver didn't function. Now,
I'm digging up from the dirt.
Separating self from where the grunts go to work.
Save your self hatred and your love of getting hurt
for your final destination stumbling drunk up in a hearse.
Look, it's purgatory for the people
who believed the glory when they heard the "Story of the Eagle."
Fool, you can't reinvent truth.
I'd rather die the worst me than live to be the best you.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Andy
Najar.
MLS Rookie of the Year.
Born in Honduras.
UCSB vs DC United
I asked him if he's decided to play for U.S or Honduras.
He said: "Todavia no he decidido."
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Dark Light
The room is dark.The candle flickers,
and the candle's flickering flame gleams against a white wall.
It illuminates,
and in supplying shadows livens the room.
And when in bed,
Lost in mysterious field of my own,
I harvest the season's crop.
A self-employed cherry-picker,
I gather good fruit,
As well as the bad.
Summon what it may be,
In my wakeful sleep,
May my illusory become my reality.
I remain a frugivorous being,
still in a dark room where the candle flickers.
Close your eyes, enjoy the feast.
Close your eyes, There's no more flicker. H!
Monday, February 14, 2011
Off To The Races
When you do something, you should burn yourself completely, like a good bonfire, leaving no trace of yourself.
It Started.
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