We all live in a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine, yellow submarine...   -The Beatles





A part of me has died. I am swamped by the waves of mediocrity. I struggle to revive myself, but the inertia borne of long-standing conformity prohibits me. There shall be retribution. One day...


If to the fleeting hour I say
'Remain, so fair thou art, remain!'
Then bind me with your fatal chain,
For I will perish in that day.
'Tis I for whom the bell shall toll,
Then you are free, your service done,
For me the clock shall fail, to ruin run,
And timeless night descend upon my soul.
    - Goethe, Faust, the bargain with Mephistopheles


Sift through my mind...

Arrow of Scarlet Ruin
    accompany the wilderness tracker Anuis Drake Scarletarrow, Night Caste Exalted, as he travels through the world of Creation and rediscovers his past

Quiet Times with God
    a page for daily bible reflection

Stages of Rebirth...

Author's note: all the artwork on this page is mine, unless otherwise stated. I don't believe in copyrights so go right ahead and use em. Just tell me about it though, and try to be sparing on linking, snapfish might flag me for exceeding bandwidth.
   

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To blogly go where no one has gone before...

a josephine hopeful wanderer
aileen ... my light...
anatalia ana the pooh
andrea the dog pound
anj purveyor
ayen boulevard avenue
ben stormwrite
carmen chainreaction
cha absolutely not
cyril a beautiful mind
dara strangefire
gen every hour...
gyll xhybrid17
halcyon contradiction
ivy life as i live it
joy backspaced
kalag kalag hell is made of...
lady lazarus poetic art
maybelle i'm bored
myla twisted solitude
moks silent screams...
neng ... alleged narcissist
owen the stew chronicles
ramonster 11am...
romel soulsearching
sam chronicles of sam...
sancho sancho benavides
sancho the mad tea party
shiro journeys
sj lugaw madness club
t. tulala-tulele
toi luna
tony outside looking in...
zane fell out of love...



Call me Ishmael... or rather, call me when there's something I can contribute. I like a good book anytime; over a cup of coffee, while I'm in the shower, while I'm chasing the cat to get its tail between the jaws of a laundry clip. I believe in socialism, I believe in capitalism. I believe in exorcism, I don't believe in demons. I am a walking contradiction of sorts, always looking over my shoulder just to make sure there's no dentist around. You would call me friend, I will call you by your name, and only when I need you. I believe in the rationality of man, but only when it's convenient. There are times when i paint, just before I slice the onions to sauté. I spend my time hanging upside down on the sofa, with a good book in hand. I never stop thinking, except while I'm sleeping, and even then, I still do. I hate sleep. It's Time's ultimate thief. But don't remind me of that when I'm sleepy. I was an atheist, now I'm a Christian. I'm an Objective Realist, but I believe in God. I've met Him and took Him to eat at a gourmet burger shop down the corner. It's gone now. I fed Him fries and a large Coke. He fed me with Life. I don't believe in religion. It's slave morality, the moral code of the looters. I believe in relationship; and reality. I will ask you to walk with me, so that you'd notice my pink Chuck Taylor's, and then I'd leave you if you cannot keep up. I'll give you something to help you on your way though, but only if you ask. You'll call. I won't look back. I never look back; except when there's the threat of a dentist. Call me Ishmael... call me tomorrow.


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Friday, April 20, 2007
job straits that come...

we walk through life as is... and ofttimes we fail to notice how society is governed by flimsy sheets of paper until it stares us right in the face and slap us silly by their ever-present self-importance.

for example, money. in order to live a practical, normal, simple human life in our capitalistic society, people must have money - Thoreau forgive me. Sad, but that is the way that it is. we, the enlightened beings of art and science must needs eat too;  and since we'd rather not practice our art, or science, grubbing along fields and pottering amidst refuse, we apply to that ultimate vehicle of everything, that quintessential butler without which we could acquire no service - money.

we let the money fly, food appears in our midst. pass the money along, we gather electricity to power our electric guitars and light our lamps to paint by. this is the modern day aladdin's lamp. we can get more than three wishes, as long as we don't exhaust the bloody genie.

why am i ranting...? because now i have none. in order to get more genies to power my lamp, i will have to obtain a job. and jobs are pretty difficult to come by even to a person of my skills and qualifications if you don't have that other slip of paper - the diploma.

i was at an unprintable company earlier this morning, thinking i'll just breeze through their qualification exams, dazzle them in the interviews, and basically just go back out the door with a stamp on my forehead - "HIRED." but no! i was hindered from even taking the exam by a glaring omission on my application form - date graduated. well, serves me right for attempting to apply for minor head honcho as opposed to ass-licking CSR, but you get my point.

so here i am... writing, instead of working. worrying, instead of enjoying. playing guitar by memory because the power's disconnected...

i'm happy.


Out of the ashes of bennet at 01:36 am

 

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