“A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever ? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. A soul mate’s purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, and make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life.”

This is my 100th post.

"In the past men walking through kingdoms paid homage to the deity constructs of that kingdom as a sign of respect; every kingdom had deities which were theirs and none were held above the others.
Christianity changed all of that; their bastardizations of the deity constructs they borrowed held the man-mandated dictate that they be held above all the rest; that those kingdoms man passed though were not to be respected nor their deeply-held beliefs honored. This placed the pretend followers of the new cult Paul/Saul, the Terrorist of Tarsus, created in a position of mock-authority over other nations -- an element of the dastardly cultist construct which continues around the world today." --The Skeptic Tank.

J.M.B.

i once read

that once someone files a piece of paperwork away,
there's about a 90 percent chance that that person will never look
at that thing, ever again.
i know that in my own life to be totally untrue.
i've looked through everything.
more than 10... 15 times...
every time i move.
sometimes when i hole myself in.
i even dig in other people's things.
often times i like to totally rearrange my life.
even my filings.
things i've pushed off to the wayside.
reinvestigate who i used to be.
where i came from... where i'm going.

there's like this perpetual question or lingering thought...
are we one thing, ever?
we are never one thing.
there's seemingly no beginning to influences.
you're never yourself.
and to me, that's absolutely comforting.
i love not knowing exactly who i am or where i'm going.
i hope that never changes.

so, yeah, i've hung onto some things from long long days past.
old love letters.
first works of art i've ever made.
trophies.
music boxes.
books.
photographs.
to me, my childhood is pretty damn embarrassing to look back on.
i cringe.
up until art school i was highly unsure of my place in the world.
i was always... quirky, depressed, annoyed, weird, strange...
unsociable.
lots of things have shaped me
into this person with gumption.
balls of steel.
yet still totally unsure and with a set of diverse plans in my pocket
that would totally confuse anyone.
i've lost.
i've loved.
i've been split in half.
but for some reason
i'm not breaking anymore-- for anything.
and you can't make me.
and even that's a lie and a truth in itself.

Disposable Lives

by Randy Edwards.
My friend has a blurb book for sale.
He makes fantastic images and i totally want a copy of this.

Disposable Lives, by Randy Edwards

what i love about bloggin'.

i want to find or put images on here that make sense as a grouping.
visually.
i want you to understand why i put things together.
not by explanation but by a subconscious level of understanding.
you will learn a lot about me.
but also, you will see a lot of bullshit.
but it all makes sense in the end.
because everything is truthful.
one way or another.
(repetition of phrases)

you need not remind me that i don't belong here.
that the holes i put in the walls aren't wanted.
must i remind you that this is not a rent house
and that most people have art on their walls...
especially artists. me.
you musn't tell me it wasn't your idea for me to be here.
i already know this.
you act like this is what i want.
oh, it's far from that.
but it wouldn't kill you to give me a reason
to want to be here.
to feel like i belong.
but then i remind myself that i don't give a damn
one way or another.

Aythen....

apparently he really loves lining things up.
even by kind of thing...

i'm so proud...

don't mind his double black eye..
his mom likes to keep him in-line.

Dopamine... B&W

 

 

 

Move, Bitch! Get out tha way!

lollll

Chris Maldonado and his friends... with a rat... on a rollercoaster??

Holler... some quotes.

"The only man I know who behaves sensibly is my tailor; he takes my measurements anew each time he sees me. The rest go on with their old measurements and expect me to fit them."

Jace: The way govts around the world are addressing Wikileaks reminds me of Napster. Ideas last longer than companies. Our postmodern condition requires that info become accesible (as the printing press freed Europe from Catholic oppression). When this doesn't occur, conflict arises.

"In a free society, we are supposed to know the truth. In a society where truth is treason, we are in big trouble." - Ron Paul