The importance of the individual is immeasurable. Thought it may seem that one's thoughts are a common matter and thought by many others, the importance of self expression remains. Though you know of your perspective and that some share it, not everyone may yet be privy to such ideas or theories. In creating an open exchange you enable interaction and bring about an opportunity or various perspectives to adapt and evolve information.
In short, a forum of thought helps the individuals involved grow. This holds true as long as an open mind is maintained. If we are not willing to accept new information even that which seems in full opposition to our own beliefs we miss out on a chance to hone and sharpen our own minds around our own theories.
So I ask that we all attempt to enable our own self expression and be open to what others have to impart as well. Never become defensive and always try to assume positive intent and we may all grow together.
I hope to get back into the trend of posting so bear with me and thank you all for your patients and interest :)
Friday, January 9, 2015
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Rambling
We are the material of habitual faltering.
Moving headlong into an abyss with no end in search of things that don't exist. Any bit of cognition we gain a grasp upon we hold momentarly before searching for more. Attempting to feed an appetite that knows not what it is to be satisfied. The beast that is man is the representative of the illogical.
The earth is but a tool of man for his molding and consumption. Do we stop to consider the purpose or meaning of the soil and land as it is or do we rush to form it into something that we deem to better suit ourselves. Within we are hollow and push that which resides around us into shapes to fit a hole that bears no shape itself. What foolish endeavors we toil.
Most appauling of all, the outlook and behavoir we exhibit towards those in our same circumstances. Molding and twisting, binding to each other and shredding away at what is already there. If ever our eyes were to be exchanged and see the fate befall ourselves, would we remorse? What Ego, What obsession, What Madness is man.
Chaos sealed into meat and bone.
Moving headlong into an abyss with no end in search of things that don't exist. Any bit of cognition we gain a grasp upon we hold momentarly before searching for more. Attempting to feed an appetite that knows not what it is to be satisfied. The beast that is man is the representative of the illogical.
The earth is but a tool of man for his molding and consumption. Do we stop to consider the purpose or meaning of the soil and land as it is or do we rush to form it into something that we deem to better suit ourselves. Within we are hollow and push that which resides around us into shapes to fit a hole that bears no shape itself. What foolish endeavors we toil.
Most appauling of all, the outlook and behavoir we exhibit towards those in our same circumstances. Molding and twisting, binding to each other and shredding away at what is already there. If ever our eyes were to be exchanged and see the fate befall ourselves, would we remorse? What Ego, What obsession, What Madness is man.
Chaos sealed into meat and bone.
Monday, September 15, 2014
Cannibal
Being a cannibal is a pecular thing.
You find yourself in a world of food constantly tempting and beckoning to you. You look around and see all these.. meals.. just running around and you can't help but wonder how they would taste and what side dishes and wine or liqour might compliment them best.
No one really thinks about it, but people are red meat. This usually means pairing with a red wine when enjoying the best cuts. When partaking of the ribs or barbecueing, one might watch the game and opt for a beer instead. It all depends on situation, preparation and setting.
I digress, back to what makes it so very strange. It is surprising to find that it is much more difficult to hunt down and kill a cow with your bare hands than it is a human. Cattle know to run, people are quite oblivious to such threats. Another perk to the palate.
There are draw backs to the appetite, it becomes difficult to maintain a social life when talking to food. How could something considered platable be good company and even if one were to consider it good company, how do you avoid thinking about consumption? How long could one talk to a tantalizing steak and truly enjoy the conversation?
It's an interesting life choice and unlike being a vegan or the like, it's not something you can just opt out of later. It changes you and you never see the world in the same light. Even just trying it, you never forget your first meal.
You find yourself in a world of food constantly tempting and beckoning to you. You look around and see all these.. meals.. just running around and you can't help but wonder how they would taste and what side dishes and wine or liqour might compliment them best.
No one really thinks about it, but people are red meat. This usually means pairing with a red wine when enjoying the best cuts. When partaking of the ribs or barbecueing, one might watch the game and opt for a beer instead. It all depends on situation, preparation and setting.
I digress, back to what makes it so very strange. It is surprising to find that it is much more difficult to hunt down and kill a cow with your bare hands than it is a human. Cattle know to run, people are quite oblivious to such threats. Another perk to the palate.
There are draw backs to the appetite, it becomes difficult to maintain a social life when talking to food. How could something considered platable be good company and even if one were to consider it good company, how do you avoid thinking about consumption? How long could one talk to a tantalizing steak and truly enjoy the conversation?
It's an interesting life choice and unlike being a vegan or the like, it's not something you can just opt out of later. It changes you and you never see the world in the same light. Even just trying it, you never forget your first meal.
Friday, August 22, 2014
Sleep watcher
I found my self standing and staring down at her sleeping form.
I did not know how long I had been standing there nor when I had gotten out of bed. She was a deep sleeper so it could have been any given amount of time really. It was now 5 in the morning so I shrugged it away.
The next day while I was down stairs putting together lunch, I heard her scream and ran upstairs to see what was wrong. She seemed nervous but said she assured me it had been a rodent that startled her so I let her know I would make sure the problem was taken care of. She didn't seem very relieved as she left the room. I noticed a picture hanging part way out of a folder by where she had been standing.
There were tons of photos with time stamps of me standing at the bed side staring at her with a blank expression with timestamps that encompassed hours starting at two in the morning. Terrified I ran down stairs and told her to pack her things and that we were leaving. She didn't want to go with me, she didn't know that there was something other than a sleep watcher to worry about.
To this day she sleeps in a seperate room with the door locked. Yesterday I think I heard multiple snapping sounds coming from her room while I was up late... I'm almost releaved that I am not the focal point. I know I should probably be protective, but she is very thurough before she locks up for the night, so whatever is going on is not something any normal being knows.
I found a folder of photos today and I fear what they imply. They are of me, standing in her room from 2pm to 5pm, loading a shotgun.
I left her today for her own good, though I'm sure if anything happens to her they will find a folder full of pictures and I will without a doubt be found to blame.
I did not know how long I had been standing there nor when I had gotten out of bed. She was a deep sleeper so it could have been any given amount of time really. It was now 5 in the morning so I shrugged it away.
The next day while I was down stairs putting together lunch, I heard her scream and ran upstairs to see what was wrong. She seemed nervous but said she assured me it had been a rodent that startled her so I let her know I would make sure the problem was taken care of. She didn't seem very relieved as she left the room. I noticed a picture hanging part way out of a folder by where she had been standing.
There were tons of photos with time stamps of me standing at the bed side staring at her with a blank expression with timestamps that encompassed hours starting at two in the morning. Terrified I ran down stairs and told her to pack her things and that we were leaving. She didn't want to go with me, she didn't know that there was something other than a sleep watcher to worry about.
To this day she sleeps in a seperate room with the door locked. Yesterday I think I heard multiple snapping sounds coming from her room while I was up late... I'm almost releaved that I am not the focal point. I know I should probably be protective, but she is very thurough before she locks up for the night, so whatever is going on is not something any normal being knows.
I found a folder of photos today and I fear what they imply. They are of me, standing in her room from 2pm to 5pm, loading a shotgun.
I left her today for her own good, though I'm sure if anything happens to her they will find a folder full of pictures and I will without a doubt be found to blame.
Monday, August 18, 2014
Recluse
Old tendencies are pulling at my logic. I am feeling the need to become more reclusive, to hide myself away and cut off contact with everything.
The funny thing is that this urge is brought on by the frustration of feeling a lack of connectivity with others. As if in insulted defense I push everything away as an excuse to why I feel so secluded even with others around. I know it is unhealthy to hold up inside my own head yet I can't help but have the desire none-the-less.
To correct my behavior I have acknowledge how I feel and that it is not a positive pattern of behavoir that I wish to support. The hard part is choosing a path less traveled instead of going down the well traveled path of my usual habit. This is often why people don't often seem to do anything with the advice of others. A friend of mine has made me aware of my lack of results which creates a need to actually listen to someone for once and actually show some results.
The funny thing is that this urge is brought on by the frustration of feeling a lack of connectivity with others. As if in insulted defense I push everything away as an excuse to why I feel so secluded even with others around. I know it is unhealthy to hold up inside my own head yet I can't help but have the desire none-the-less.
To correct my behavior I have acknowledge how I feel and that it is not a positive pattern of behavoir that I wish to support. The hard part is choosing a path less traveled instead of going down the well traveled path of my usual habit. This is often why people don't often seem to do anything with the advice of others. A friend of mine has made me aware of my lack of results which creates a need to actually listen to someone for once and actually show some results.
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Torment
I grit my teeth as the walls shifted around me. My blood boiled and my fury overflowed. It felt as if the world were shaking as I let out roar from deep within.
I rushed out of the room bashing the door open with my fists on the way out. It splintered and my skin broke; blood dripped from them as I ran to the living room clawing the walls and tossing everything about needlessly. It did nothing to sooth the inferno raging inside me, I needed to destroy something more than mere items. I needed to hurt something; hurt something so bad that there would be no coming back from the damage inflicted. To destory something to it's very core; to make it feel my ire in full.
Then there was a knock at the door.
I imagine this is how those infected in 28days later might think if they were to think at all. Any human emotion left unchecked would truly be something to fear. It might be even worse if such thoughts were to occur while one was in the grip of unrelenting glee. To gain happiness from the pain is something I find disturbing.
I rushed out of the room bashing the door open with my fists on the way out. It splintered and my skin broke; blood dripped from them as I ran to the living room clawing the walls and tossing everything about needlessly. It did nothing to sooth the inferno raging inside me, I needed to destroy something more than mere items. I needed to hurt something; hurt something so bad that there would be no coming back from the damage inflicted. To destory something to it's very core; to make it feel my ire in full.
Then there was a knock at the door.
I imagine this is how those infected in 28days later might think if they were to think at all. Any human emotion left unchecked would truly be something to fear. It might be even worse if such thoughts were to occur while one was in the grip of unrelenting glee. To gain happiness from the pain is something I find disturbing.
Monday, August 4, 2014
The next ritual?
I hope you are all well, I am looking to perform another one of Saya's rituals and am up for suggestion. Keep in mind that a video can only be provided for a ritual that is heavily visual based. Once i get an acceptable suggest I will set a date and general time if there is not a definate time requirement.
The higher risk of the ritual the longer it will take me to be able to perform it as I refuse to use my own home in which my children sleep for the purpose of performing such things.
I will most likely not perform rituals that require self mutilation or inflict harm upon others as I have little interest in being malicious. Other than that, let me have it.
The higher risk of the ritual the longer it will take me to be able to perform it as I refuse to use my own home in which my children sleep for the purpose of performing such things.
I will most likely not perform rituals that require self mutilation or inflict harm upon others as I have little interest in being malicious. Other than that, let me have it.
Body, Mind and Soul
A man walked down a street having a conversation with his two others.
1. "Why must we walk so far this is very tiring?!"
2. "We have places to be, you'll get your rest in due time"
3. "One paths leads to another, we must stay strong for the paths ahead"
1. "I am so hungry though, I must have food and drink, meat and potatoes with gravy..."
2. "We can eat once we have our tomes in hand, there is much to research and only so much light."
3. "There will always be time for if nothing else; we have time."
1. "What of a woman then I must have one by nights end."
2. "Should we really spend our time seeking to defile ourselves when there is so much knowledge to gain."
3. "Connecting with others can bring about surprising realizations and growth."
1. "You neglect me so well I have reached my end, the suffering is too much!"
2. "Foolish lump do not give out now, so much is at hand and within our grasp!"
3. "Perhaps in the next world we will better manage ourselves and be more fullfilled..."
The man fell to the ground and never got up again. To view the world from one perspective is to neglect others, within each of us is a variety of necessities that lead us to a satisfying end. Neglect not one for the other and manage ones existance to the fullest.
1. "Why must we walk so far this is very tiring?!"
2. "We have places to be, you'll get your rest in due time"
3. "One paths leads to another, we must stay strong for the paths ahead"
1. "I am so hungry though, I must have food and drink, meat and potatoes with gravy..."
2. "We can eat once we have our tomes in hand, there is much to research and only so much light."
3. "There will always be time for if nothing else; we have time."
1. "What of a woman then I must have one by nights end."
2. "Should we really spend our time seeking to defile ourselves when there is so much knowledge to gain."
3. "Connecting with others can bring about surprising realizations and growth."
1. "You neglect me so well I have reached my end, the suffering is too much!"
2. "Foolish lump do not give out now, so much is at hand and within our grasp!"
3. "Perhaps in the next world we will better manage ourselves and be more fullfilled..."
The man fell to the ground and never got up again. To view the world from one perspective is to neglect others, within each of us is a variety of necessities that lead us to a satisfying end. Neglect not one for the other and manage ones existance to the fullest.
Craftian
The dead do not weep for the living as the living weep for the dead.
I found my self in a strange land, awoken from slumber by the rising sun. It was a lush, green place riddled with trees and mountanous hills in the distance. It seemed like a pleasant enough place though I could not truly discern a purpose in it. I could hear water trickling nearby and moved to investigate. The sources was a clear blue stream spawning from a mountain and leading into a body of water that stretched on into the distance as far as I could see. The water was cool and gentle aside from the ripples created upon my intrusion.
I was quite surprised at how quickly the sun had crossed the land as it began to settle back into the earth. I turned away from it to see the moon rising in it's place and the stars looking down upon the land. I was new to this lands and knew not what to expect form day nor night. When I began to hear the low groaning from the darkened woods my curiousity turned to fright. A purpose now solidified within my being; Survival. I was not yet sure what was out there, but I was certain it was not in my best interest to find out.
I took flight in the direction opposite of which the noise had emanated. To my dismay a groans began to arrive from each direction that I took flight, till one of the things that created the sound was close enough to be visually defined. My God, it was as much monster as it had been man! What once had been living particle was not a rotting symphony of mechination from which no living thing might utilize for normal motion. Ichor dripped from it's maw and it gnashed as it's greyed orbs drank in my existance. I lost all composure and fled into the woods clawing at trees till I found myself hunkered down in between limbs.
I did not sleep for the rest of the night and hung on edge as one became many. The wave of ambling rotten vessels and a wafting of carrion odor cause me to lose my lunch and nearly my grip upon my natural safe haven. My strength had nearly given out as the sun began to rise and the corps of flesh moaned in horror as the rising light set them a flame. I nearly burned alive once the tree caught fire and had to dive off into a nearby tuft of grass and soil.
I laid there for a moment before my minds gears took hold once more and I rolled onto my feet. If I did not make good use of the day, I would surely be taken with the night. Those numerous unfortunate successors show this lesson upon their vessels and I knew I could no longer pity them for they held no mercy for me.
I found my self in a strange land, awoken from slumber by the rising sun. It was a lush, green place riddled with trees and mountanous hills in the distance. It seemed like a pleasant enough place though I could not truly discern a purpose in it. I could hear water trickling nearby and moved to investigate. The sources was a clear blue stream spawning from a mountain and leading into a body of water that stretched on into the distance as far as I could see. The water was cool and gentle aside from the ripples created upon my intrusion.
I was quite surprised at how quickly the sun had crossed the land as it began to settle back into the earth. I turned away from it to see the moon rising in it's place and the stars looking down upon the land. I was new to this lands and knew not what to expect form day nor night. When I began to hear the low groaning from the darkened woods my curiousity turned to fright. A purpose now solidified within my being; Survival. I was not yet sure what was out there, but I was certain it was not in my best interest to find out.
I took flight in the direction opposite of which the noise had emanated. To my dismay a groans began to arrive from each direction that I took flight, till one of the things that created the sound was close enough to be visually defined. My God, it was as much monster as it had been man! What once had been living particle was not a rotting symphony of mechination from which no living thing might utilize for normal motion. Ichor dripped from it's maw and it gnashed as it's greyed orbs drank in my existance. I lost all composure and fled into the woods clawing at trees till I found myself hunkered down in between limbs.
I did not sleep for the rest of the night and hung on edge as one became many. The wave of ambling rotten vessels and a wafting of carrion odor cause me to lose my lunch and nearly my grip upon my natural safe haven. My strength had nearly given out as the sun began to rise and the corps of flesh moaned in horror as the rising light set them a flame. I nearly burned alive once the tree caught fire and had to dive off into a nearby tuft of grass and soil.
I laid there for a moment before my minds gears took hold once more and I rolled onto my feet. If I did not make good use of the day, I would surely be taken with the night. Those numerous unfortunate successors show this lesson upon their vessels and I knew I could no longer pity them for they held no mercy for me.
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Zest
We have become a society that fears.
We have been told to fear our neighbors, told to fear nature, told to fear our transportation, told to fear the water we drink and the air that we breath, told to fear the light and told to fear the dark. Fear, what is fear? It is not unreasonable to get scared at times, but to be afraid all the time or to hold fear of something in your heart is a heavy burden.
I submit that we should all except the fact that things happen, people get hurt and die everyday every moment. If it is going to happen it will happen and fearing it will not stop it, as often we see in a horror film. Only by accepting our neighbors, nature, transportation, water, air, light, dark, etc. can we truly ever have said we lived. If I were to jump out of a plane tommorrow (to sky dive) and my parashoot does not deploy at least as I hit the ground I will know I have had lived.
Why should anyone sit around in their own head hidden away fromt he world existing in fear when living is such a simple thing. We just have to get up, go outside and go where our spirit carries us. We cannot stop the count down by hiding away from it, so why not enjoy the time we have.
So put fear aside and go out and live. The worst that can happen is you have a good time before the end.
We have been told to fear our neighbors, told to fear nature, told to fear our transportation, told to fear the water we drink and the air that we breath, told to fear the light and told to fear the dark. Fear, what is fear? It is not unreasonable to get scared at times, but to be afraid all the time or to hold fear of something in your heart is a heavy burden.
I submit that we should all except the fact that things happen, people get hurt and die everyday every moment. If it is going to happen it will happen and fearing it will not stop it, as often we see in a horror film. Only by accepting our neighbors, nature, transportation, water, air, light, dark, etc. can we truly ever have said we lived. If I were to jump out of a plane tommorrow (to sky dive) and my parashoot does not deploy at least as I hit the ground I will know I have had lived.
Why should anyone sit around in their own head hidden away fromt he world existing in fear when living is such a simple thing. We just have to get up, go outside and go where our spirit carries us. We cannot stop the count down by hiding away from it, so why not enjoy the time we have.
So put fear aside and go out and live. The worst that can happen is you have a good time before the end.
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