Different... #RealTalk

You told me to be different, and not to let others dictate me

but how can I be.

I'm a member of the homo-sapiens variety.

classification #American

and I don't see no bar code or manufacturer ID.

telling where I come from, or what it is that I'm gonna be.

all I know is that I'm a class A man from the kingdom of Procrastinate

A city founded on the style of showing up and turning things in late.

A village where the motto is to make people hate you

cause of your problems and addictions.

And for you inability to care enough to make a difference.

A settlement with the belief that the world would be better off if people stopped caring so much

about the things in our lives that really don't mean that much.  

like how people die every year cause the internet said they're gay,

and some kid on ask told them that they're overweight.

  This world of hate and the desire to procreate

shapes us to who we are instead of cleaning the slate

cause what we are is not our dreams & desires

but the burns and scars of life gone wrong

but as evil conspires

as the enemy lights there fires

and there gunfire goes haywire

and hell begins their choir

I'll ask the empire to retire and expire the misfire that caused this to transpire

But back to being different

I'm not

I just do everything just a little bit... slower.

So I built a snowman in June

and I cried when it melted 

Remember me

Neurons and Bygones 

I remember recesses.

   Being freed for the bounds of school for a short while, released from the weight of the books and the math. 

   Yet still locked in a chain link fence that we called fun. 

I remember playing my first video game....... just not the name.

I remember when my sister was born, and how sad it was when I realized she was coming home. 

 Knowing I would no longer be the only child 

I remember the day my dog died. 

I remember the first time riding a bus to school and thinking how cool it was. The amazement of the over sized Twinkies abounded me. 

I remember hating it the next day, and every day after.

I remember all three of my car accidents, and how they happened on the same day.  

I remember getting snow tires. 

I remember sneaking the into the basement on Christmas Eve and watched as my parents wrapped presents. 

I remember the day I stopped believing in Santa Claus

I remember my grandma, and where we were when she died. 

I remember her in the hospital, and how she didn't remember me. 

Atomic Decay

Atomic fission and atomic decay

a half-life problem that making Gama-rays.

The power of the atom under our control,

as long as we understand the Alpha Particle.

An unstoppable generator using fission of atoms

to make power for earth, the hundreds of thousands

of unknowing people.  Just working and playing

while billions of atom are continually decaying

to power the world ever-growing addiction

of power, to power your home television.

This renewable power source of unlimited growth

controlled by the bonding of isotopes

is hated upon by millions of souls

who believe that future is burning earth’s coal.

That’s predicted to run dry in close to 50 years.

This no doubt brings mother nature to tears.

When the power that could end the worlds power strife

is simply limited my Uranium’s Half-Life 

Something I wrote in English for extra credit one year.

rhymed and had sounded awesome so...........

there you go.

enjoy

CHAIRS

Hey.....guys come on,

we can work this out

.......right?

Bitch I'm... FABULOUS!

Random Happenstance

So I was driving home the other day from who knows where, and I saw this...

This is why I love the elderly

What ever happened to classic cars and milkshakes.

Going for a drive with the top down just cause it was Tuesday.

ahhhh... it just bugs me,

but what do I know.

Anyway that's all I got

Just Thought I should share

#Murica

How To Draw in 20 easy steps.

1.    Grab a pencil, pen, paints, or what ever floats your boat.
2.    Picture what you want to draw.
3.    Go get a drink of water.
4.    Pick up drawing utensil.
5.    Go put on some music.
6.    Again get ready.
7.    Get lost in the song.
8.    Snap back to your drawing.
9.    Stare at paper, picture your design.
10.  Go to the bathroom.
11.  Pick up utensil.
12.  Think about tomorrows homework that's due.
13.  Pick up utensil.
14.  Remember you left the fridge open.
15.  pick up utensil.
16.  Text back your friend.
17.  Pick up utensil.
18.  Stare at your blank piece of paper.
19.  Say you'll do it tomorrow.....
20.  Never do.

Dream

Dreams

    It's a dimensional issue.  

A condition know only as the inability to focus, on my math teacher working her hocous pocous, of congressional lines, variables, and integers. Not know how she works that magic of hers, making numbers = slopes, and finding the uranium isotopes.  While I'm lost in who knows where, dancing around in nothing but my underwear.  Thinkin about some gumdrops and lollipops, but that don't cut it for a bitchin mathematician... now does it.

I know I'm suppose to be listening, give you the "respect" you deserve.  But sometimes Mondays just aren't the days I  feel like remembering your name.  I close my eyes not to be blind from the world, but to block out the noise.  I put on my headphones not to ignore you, but to feel.  If you don't believe me, i'll prove it on your tests.  Get an A, when they all getting B's cause i give a crap, you just don't C.  I don't follow your standards, i don't care about what you think.  I only care about what lies beyond the doors.  That big wooden door that for too long has locked me in this room while you jammed your math down my throat. 

All men dream, but not equally.  Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity:  but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.

so when I be staring into space, realize i'm not lost, I'm looking for a way out of the prison, and your math Holocaust.

AMONG THE THREE 

Obama administration at a glance.
Holiday options include:
       private portal through the leaves utill that kicks in.
Federal officials delaying enforcement's.
     People will consider the key for american plans.
if they qualify, Enterprise need help finding coverage.
                  AMONG THE THREE
                              Find contact which help the public
                      THE THREE
                         Foundation Council









Technology

Technology will automate fragmentation,
               formed by the remaining steps.
  PROCEED AND PERFORM

take another step,
         one that may end up blade-free

revolutionary advance in the 1970's

Fast, Safe, Comfortable.
       End Result





I know that these make no sense.....  #DontJudge
         I just had fun with it.

List:  Reasons/Excuses why i never came back.

1.    My socks got stolen by aliens
2.    Taco cat fell from the sky.
3.    Had to clean my room.
4.    Golden Gate Bridge was on fire.
5.    Needed to replace the batteries in my smoke detector.
6.    My nose was bleeding nacho cheese.
7.    #Murica
8.    It started raining caramel apples.
9.    My car exploded.
10.  The Twinkies just stop flowing
11.  Some ass just cut me off on the free way, so I road RAGED and now hes dead and I'm now in prison.....................so sorry, I cant make it to your birthday party this year.  Maybe your 78th, or 107th..........if you life that long.

#Moon

The moon is a weird ass thing.  

A big rock rotating around a bigger rock rotation around a ball of hot shit rotation around a bigger ball of hot shit rotation around a soul sucking never escaping death black hole.

I guess the universe just likes to spin, i don't know why but she does.  The moon like almost every other rock in the universe is absolutely worthless.  Nothing happens there but asteroid collisions and some crazy people sticking some fabric square on it and calling it theirs.
No life,

no water, 

no purpose.  

It's all just rocks orbiting around rocks.  That's it, that's your life, your mere existence is rocks going around other rocks.  Welcome to the universe, your loving home and hell.

Back to the moon, truthfully i don't give a shit about the moon.  We know more about the moon then we do about the ocean.  So why don't we study the ocean more... it's a hell of a lot closer and far cheaper to get to.  But for some damn reason we just love that thing.  It's used as a symbol of romance, ingenuity, aliens, love.  We idolize going there, want to be then next,

but at the end of the day its just a rock orbiting around a bigger rock with a bunch of talking apes.

Next Trailer

Secret Life of Walter Mitty  

trailer 2

Space Camp

Space Camp is not as fun as it sounds.  

You sit in a room with TV's and a bunch of kids screaming cause the Marthlapods are after us or some crap.  If i was going to die, i wouldn't go to some damn space camp. 

 Hell i would fly to NASA,

 hide away in some luggage and go there for real. 

 Fly up higher then most people ever even dream. 

 Hit the outer stratosphere and feel free, 

knowing that now there is nothing between you and the stars but a fudging long walk. 

 And if the NASA found me before the launch oh well. 

 At least i can say i tried, that's more then most people in this world can say.  

Even me....... 

Especially me.......

The believe that tomorrow is a new day,

 and everything is going to be better only works if we strive for it. 

 It is the founding belief that just because today sucks doesn't dictate the outcome of the marrow.  

Yet we crawl back in that whole, 

light a lighter so we can see and just hope and pray that the next day will be better, 

of what tomorrow will bring. 

 I just have to wait, i just have to wait.  

Then tomorrow comes.... and the hole is a lot safer then the world, 

and we cover it back up..... tomorrow we say. 

 It will all be better tomorrow.  

I just have to wait, i just have to wait.

But to answer your question, i would go to Vancouver, Canada;  That place is the da Boom Dig a De

Dear Death.

To whom it may concern,

        I regret to inform you death that I hereby relieve you of duty.  Please take this time to locate the nearest emergency exit, and get the hell out of my life.  You services are no longer needed, i will not obey your laws cause technically what you do is kidnapping or as you call it spontaneous adoption.  I was never planning on going easy in the first place so consider this a blessing, which you probably don't get many of those anyways.

#YOLO 

Bob Ross

Fear

I'm going to keep it short and simple

SPIDERS!!!!

nothing more needs to be said

Brick YOLO

I be walking down my street, looking at marble plastered on stucco, with rock and grout making the many wooden boxes be pretty enough to be called a home.  The stories and stories of windows be making me wonder, how is it dat we be living in a home which really is just a hollow wooden box all our lives and we never give it a second thought.

Recently a remodel of our home has put me in the kitchen for 3 weeks while my room is striped, covered, plastered and painted.  The many Mexican workers walk in and out of the door for hours and hours carrying scraps and wood got me thinking.  The 2 by 4 he's carrying was the floorboard behind my bed, been there for 10 years as shown by the scratchings and markings made by the horrible abuse of a 8-17 year old boy.

Next came the carpet and pads, doors and borders.  Left nothing but the dust on the ceiling fan i see my stripped dry room which is nothing more then a splinter waiting to happen.  This box that i lived in for 10 years was held together by nails thin a string and glue used by 1st graders to make macaroni art.  How i saw past it for as long as i did, you just don't think about it.  You just live it and enjoy the fragile art of what we call a home.

Love

LOVE

    Love is a complex thing, simply because there is no one definition.  The emotion of love is used to describe the feeling you have towards your favorite flavor of soda, and the passion you have to a lover.

Who the hell invented the english language, because they should be slapped for being utter and total morons.  You have the same word have two very different meanings only making the defining of the word only more impossible.

Lets head to the science portion, LOVE is the only emotion in the human brain that does not realize a chemical when experienced.  Happiness has dopamine, melatonin creates drowsy, seotonine makes you sad... but love, there is no chemical associated.  For love is not an emotion, but an instinct.  The need for companion ship is witnessed at the neural level making it even more of a complicated thing to understand.

Love can not be defined, well..... it can't be defined in its current context.  True love will never have a direct definition due to its changing nature, but non consensual love is simply the extreme enjoyment of something.  I love Mountain Dew, Android, Jolly-Rancers (not singing farmers), and i love my family.

I will never understand love, but nor will anyone else.  It is impossible to understand something that you make up because there is always something inspiring you that you can not see, only others can interpret.  Which is only an opinion, which can never be proven correct.

"Love is natures way of tricking you into reproducing"

Also:  When you're studying atoms, its really just atoms trying to understand atoms. OHH mind blown!

My passion with Crayola

      as kids we draw without even thinking about it.  You place a dot on the paper and ask your teacher was it is.

"i don't know....is it a dot"  she would say.

but you know better, for imagination is more important than knowledge and for some reason that idea is lost to the dark nether reaches of the dumpster of our brains.  Thrown out, lost, and ruined.

"oh but teacher, you looking at what it would be... not what it could be.  Its a telephone pole from a plane, a turtle that has been frightened, you accident with the cup of pudding you had for lunch, or the world as seen from jupiter" you strongly reply.

"i'm sorry, but that is simply a dot..."

this idea that being correct is everything, that getting an answer wrong is the worst possible thing and your world will come to an end if you forget the pythagorean theorem.  Well i have news for you, math and literature have no purpose in life except to make money.  Creativity is what make you you, what has made humans great.  The soul purpose we have computers and skyscrapers is because humans are driven to create... yet we program ourselves to lose the want express ourselves.

Art does not have a manual, or a script, or lessons to achieve it because it is unattainable.  You can never stop adding, never stop making what is believed to be finished, complete.  Cause there is no finish line, no higher level of achievement that you get to by completing.  Go for it, throw some colors, add some ink and make it you for there are no mistakes in art, only happy accidents.

"Art is an expression of who you are, dang then i'm one horrible person"

I Am Here

I Am Here.
      You ask me to prove i'm not a robot, but how is posting a line or two any sufficient proof that i am not "a robot", robotical, an automated machine painstakingly quoting phrases from its endless supply of words from its encrypted dictionary which it was programmed to say, but of what it has no say.

NO!

I'm not robitical, i dont have a processor for a brain or RAM for memory, but that dosent mean im not a robot.  You see, you don't have to have metal arms and a claw to be classified as robot.
  Google definition defines robot as a machine capable of carrying out a complex task automatically.

Well I see a lot of robots in my life by that description... People who don't think for themselves, ones who find going with the crowd easier than being who your are to "fit in".  Humans that don't seem human, homosapians who act more like monkeys then they do people.  They give up on the day before they even hit the snooze button, and you just hate yourself for just being the same species as them.

   Just...... why even wake up if you aren't going to be there.  In your zombie state cause you're breaking bad episode made you stay up till 2 AM and now you're too tired and un caring to even want to think about your test tomorrow.

So you ask me to prove i'm human, that i'm "here"...  well, i can't.  Its simply a way of life, to live the day to the fullest and be you.

"If you don't have time to read,
            then you don't have time to write,
     and if you can't write, then you can't think
                 and if you can't think
        others will do your thinking for you."

So here it begins, the first post of what I hope to be an awesome blog.  To start off i simply wish to bring up one of my favorite movies which is “V for Vendetta”.  A story of the overthrow of an overpowered and corrupt government.  The reason I bring it up is because of the basis of this Accomplishment.  Guy Fawkes, the leader of the entire ordeal wears a mask.  This mask in which he lives due to the horrible scars as the result of a horrendous fire that burned every inch of his body.  The mask he uses to hide himself, to afraid to show the world of the monster that lies beneath, but he comes to find a new power with this mask.  No longer afraid of the release of his identity he has no fear to speak his mind.  No longer afraid to say what needs to be said, but no one dares say.  Through this new found “power” he begins the uprising issuing a challenge to the world after breaking into the nation emergency broadcasting network.  His challenge, that in one year on the fateful day of the 5th of November, they join together and ensure justice on the people whose job it was to keep it, but failed to do so.  The power of the mask is shared with the world by the surprise arrival of a Guy Fawkes disguise to every man, women, and child in the country.  From who they came from is a mystery but with the ability of anonymity, chaos breaks out in the streets.  People no longer feared the world, they no longer feared each other and there ideas and thought were displayed without censorship for the first time ever in there lives.

The idea of these writers aliases allows for speaker freedom, express your feeling, emotion, and ideas with out the fear of being judged or despised.  This freedom has always been ours, but our fear has kept us from truly using it to its full potential.  My only wish is to utilize it, and i challenge you to do the same.