Remember, remember... the '29th' of November

Dearest "E.V"

You come into this world today; I know, like my 'Phoenix from the ashes', you will change the world for the better.Oh, the unstoppable duo you both shall be... p,s its feels liberating being an auntie.
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As the liberation movements go, I have completed yet another semester (pre-finals), and it doth feels mucho good. I must say as busy as I have been it is always nice to think about all I have accomplished.
-Made dean's list (shazam!)
-Have the dream job, truly... research assistant (I know, sick I am)
- Almost have my school group up and running (SASS)
-Amnesty is also doing well.
-Still a single mommy and yet still rocking it.
- Paid a few things forward (hopefully the continued it)
- and something of a more personal nature.. a man of brains and really wonderfully bright 'flamenco' shirts (when the occasion calls for it... p.s D: you ought to remember I know I at least can find your ass with two hands hee hee )

Let us raise our glasses to the future in hopes those of us who have the ambition and the drive, can and will make the world a more open and diverse place, all the while kicking gloablization in its fucking ignorant 'mo money, mo money, mo money' ass.
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Playing with Haiku's:

all I say is this:
Looking through your eyes I think,
Am I that ugly?

I look to the stars,
Everything is so quiet,
I enjoy the peace.

Who is my hero?
Subcomandante Marcos!
Truly, a leader!

Graham crackers and Five-Alive: The nourishment of kings

*alas* poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio...

I have been procrastinating about my Poli-Sc and Anthro papers and thus cramming to get them done for tomorrow. Hmmm how shall all this fair, I wonder?

D and D would be proud... yes, proud old men. Keep me on the yellow brick (academic) road guys...Hmmm I need just one more to complete the Oz trio of fiction... Dave: your memory is none existant, thus we know you would be my scarecrow. Doug: you never shut up on personal stories hmmm me thinks for some reason you and the lion are an anthropological pair. Now, I just need a tin man... hmmm who doth have no heart... ohhh for fictional purposes, the depressed byronnic hero that John Cusack always plays... yes, that will do nicely.... indeed.

So, although this is short (forgive me so) I must be off to procrastinate in front of this idiot box some more.

Adieu

Fortune Cookie Lucky Numbers

Okay a poem... a poem of luck and chance, I took the first lines of the first 20 songs on my music player (shuffled): without further adieu:

We had fire in our eyes, in the beginning...
I’m gone, you can’t get a hold of me; So long...
The child without a name, grew up to be the hand, to watch you, to shield you, or kill on demand.
You say you found yourself a new sound, this shit’s loaded and I’m ready to go...
When the feeling is ended, there aint no use pretending, don’t you worry...
Insulate boy, this knave of fashion, basking in your glory...
Why don’t you dance, everyone else is...
Wollt ihr das Bett in Flammen sehen
And so once again, my dear Johnny, my dear friend...
I left my home and my family by the ocean, out on my own to seek my fortune...
There are colours on the street; red , white and blue...
We had a life, we had a love, but you don’t know what you got till you lose it...
Would you mind if I hurt you, understand that I need to...
This world will never be, what I expected, and if I don’t belong who would have guessed it...
Come inside and be afraid, of this aggressive mess, I’ve made, here to take a look and you will find...
You held my hand and walked me home, I know...
Awwhhh the night that Paddy Murphy died is a night I’ll never forget...
I’m not the one who’s so far away, when I feel the snake bite enter my veins...
We used to swim the same moonlight waters, oceans away from the wakeful day...
I try to breath, memories overtaking me, I try to face them, but the thought is too much to conceive...

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They talk about going green and recycling and what better way than to take the tunes and make them into something new... ode to recycled art.

If only I could recycle hipsters and make them into something new.... god damn the culture of nothing new.

Globalization and the "Cultural Supermarket"

Hey 'Old Man',

There is nothing here, tradition... praxis is gone, gone to be replaced by a walmart and a starbucks. What do I feel like being today?... In the now, its a surprise that I FEEL anything. Damn you apathy, damn you ignorance, damn you culture of commercialism. We have lost the ability to be human.

I see you running to your religions, your 'ways of life' to seek that which was/is lost, but the fact is, you are not LIVING it, you are just talking about it. Talk is cheap. Rationality and sacrifice: The Art of Doing.

If there is one thing that does not invoke a sense of fear nor irrational danger is the ability to know what you need, not what you want.Take the plunge and consume less.

'I love you' is so cliche, hmmmm... so, will you be my John Cusack?

I shall forever be damned to haunt these hills as the hermit of eternity. I am pained by this darkness, and the echos of silence. These lyrics, fuck this song... speaks volumes about my distorted reality, my myth.

I exist for no one. No one to sleep in on Sunday afternoons with, nothing but the sound of the rain overhead. No one to tell me stories in the fire, sipping wine and lost in the leather bounds of grand adventures. Star gazing, mapping out dreams of future promises.

This Byronic hero does not exist, just as I do not. I merely breathe, but I do not exist. I hear him, somewhere, I hear him, feel him, there is a familiar taste, among strangers ... alas he too runs to hide from me as well.

If eyes are the windows to ones soul, please enlighten me and tell me what you see, what do you see in one who does not have a soul?

Ancora Imparo

I am listening, truly listening, to the silence;
What does it say with its vibrant colours and baritone voice?
It beckons me to its silky depths of oblivion.
Do I have the strength to hang on this time?
The winds of the past are strong, always threatening to lead me astray.
Come with me, through the ancient corridors of my mind, I am scared of its shadows.
I juxtapose your innocence, your light.
Help me stay afloat...
I shall always be an outsider:
Listen, truly listen

DisturbedBlueDragon 2008
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This collective consciousness is sickening, I shall break away. I realize ones family/friends is supposed to be the epitome of importance and love, this has never nor will ever be the case... why you ask: I despise irrational thoughts and actions. Growing up/living in a world where those who you accept into your bubble act only in what is best for them is very tiring things indeed.

No one pays attention nor listens, they just wait for their turn to speak. I listen, I give advice, I take everyones shit, this is my (please forgive the pun) 'cross' to bare. It seems to be my destiny to allow the masses to be reckless with my heart and time, to use as they see fit. Yes, I get it, you all feel so shitty about your life and your decisions, that now you must 'pay it forward' upon those who care. Thank you.

The ony saving grace is that of that which rises from the ashes my 'Phoenix'. Please grow up knowing that life truly is what you make it and the world needs someone who is thankful and puts forth the ideals that are not corrupted nor for personal acceptance and pleasure.

Lets go save this forsaken world because I despise apathy and ignorance.

Today's public rant has been brought to you by a great philosophy:

The fundamental difference between nice people and good people is this - nice people dream, and talk about changing the world, but they lack the courage to make the sacrifices required to do it - good people are willing to make the sacrifices, and do change the world.
R. Dart (Poli-Sc prof)

Thoust be nothing more than decaying organic matter

Hi, I am Jack's secret stalker who wishes for a good fuck...

How does it feel to be the middle child of civilization? Contributing nothing but taught to want everything. To think, all shall become millionaires (billionaires), happily married with/without 2.3 children (whichever your preference), and all the things required to live on "Wisteria Lane", and yet not working or at least doing the least amount of work for it.

Just think of those poor unfortunate souls who assume they ARE their possessions, they ARE their condo living, ikea furniture, 2-3 cars, buying up the planet Starbucks. How does it feel? I bet you are happy aren't you? Yes, think you are special, think you are unique, think you 'deserve to be' happy... why?

Have you ever just lived for the sake of living? Let go of the conventional ways and let the chips fall. What are you? Whom will you become? If you were to die now, would you be happy with your life? what do you wish you had done?

Learn to fuck.. do not fuck because you have to, do not fuck because you want to. There is nothing in that, thus nothing to you.. you are nothing. Fuck because it is an art, fuck to make this art real, fuck to hear the music, fuck to make music. Fucking is as primitive as it comes, go back to the biological roots and sore beyond, fuck to the beginning, and live in that time... and then ask questions

You ask why do I do all of this: why do you put yourself in debt for school? Because I like pain... no I love pain, I bathe in its glory. I love the social sciences and there is only so much you can learn in the real world and only so much you can learn academically, and I wish to learn from both ends of the stick.... and from this enlighten the world.