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.