I was in the chatroom this evening, and was asked by somebody what my blog was about. The problem is, I really didn't know what to tell the person. Which either means I can't stay on one subject or I don't ever really have an ongoing point. I don't know if that is necessarily a bad thing, just got to wondering if that means that my brain doesn't make any sense. I know it doesn't to me anyway. Sometimes I wonder the things that are in my brain. As some of my recent posts, and the ongoing story of kidnapping and cannibalism I am writing don't attest to my deminta. You tell me what that says about me.

In that light I might have something very strange in which to say.

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He found the light somewhat disturbing. It was as if the light ate at his soul, trying to diminish the darkness that was within. The darkness that he so embraced. The darkness that the devil himself never dreamed of. The arogance of the light sickened him very much. It's audacity to be the rightous light was more than enough for him to want to extinguish all life on Earth. What hollow, horrific thoughts that plagued his mind are what brought this hatred for the light forward. It was the constent presence of the glorious light that egged on the darkness within. In a constent, eternal battle to defeat the light which tried to bring balance to the cosmos. He wouldn't have that. There was to be no balance, only the great and illustrious dark. No man, woman, or child would escape the darkness that he would shroud upon these horrid little sucurring creatures that inhabitated this planet. There would be no escape. There would be no mercy. All must surrender to the dark. And those that don't will surrender to Hades.


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Things like that, as they come spewing out of my mind are what make me wonder the validaity of my sanity. I guess maybe not my sanity, but at least the condition of my soul maybe.

There are a great many things that makes us such different people with different views on life, death, and the things to come. I guess that we all can't be just your normal everyday Joe Blow. But what I can say about it, is that no matter how different people are compared to me, there would be no inspiration for my thoughts and in turn my writings.

I guess that I would like to say that the only reason that I keep on pressing onward in my writings is that there are people out there that keep reading what it is I write, and so therefore are providing me with the fuel I need to keep on going. So I guess what I am saying is thank you for reading, whether you find what I write very disturbing or very inspirational. Because there is one thing that I can promise you, if you read these posts and make comments -- I will never stifle your opinion. If there is one thing that I want, it is your opinion. And no matter how many concervative, bible-beating, close-minded idiots that try to stifle my opinions on their posts (mostly due to fear of the validiaty of the statement, as it opposes their forced beliefs on others) I will not do that to you my friends. For there is no harm in not agreeing with someone's statement. The harm is not respecting it. So if I find no relavancy to related subject (of which I posted on someone's blog and come to find out they erased my comment) than to hell with you. If there is one thing man still has not learned in all the years of our history and evolution to what we are now, it is tolerance. I fear that day may never come. At least until those that can open their minds, live to see the dawn.

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

I can't really even say anything in this blog. I mean honestly if I don't even have first hand knowledge, then what the hell am I going to talk about. I guess I am going to have to post my perceptions and second-hand knowledge of the subject. No it is not about Sid: Lord of the Flame. My son has just been watching Ice Age non-stop and that was the part of the movie that was on when I decided to start this post.

The subject is -- The Passion of the Christ. I read a person's blog as I was bored for someone else to be bored enough to come into the chatroom. This person attributed "relevancy" to above said movie. Now as I was saying earlier, I don't have any first-hand knowledge of said movie, since I didn't watch it.

For me religious, or bible-based movies have always held some doubt in my mind as to whether or not the intentions of the producer of such movies are as "pure" as they claim. Especially in this case, as Mr. Gibson swears that he brought this movie to the general public to increase their appreciation for what Christ did for mankind. But I find that hard to believe. Why, you ask? Did your local church get a donation from the great Mr. Gibson for his "pure" intentions of bringing Christ to the general public without any intentions of making a profit for himself?

I'm not saying that because of Mr. Gibson's greedy intentions and hypcriosy that the movie did not have any real meaning behind it (or at least his perception of meaning), since I have not watched the movie myself. All I have heard is what I hear from word of mouth. But to lay some validity to that, there is something that has always surprised me, no matter what someone told me about the movie, that they had personally watched -- you either disgusted by it, or your moved by it. That is a profound extreme. I wonder why that is? I will say that I myself find the excrusiating details of the death of Christ least interesting than the great things that he did while he was alive. But that should be the case with any soul. What you do while you are alive are greater than the manner of your death. And what I have heard about this movie is that it is 2 1/2 hours of Christ's torture.

Again I say that I have not seen this movie and that I claim no validity to what I have heard as second-hand knowledge. I am simply typing what I have heard and what I have come to understand through people's views, reviews, and other media.

Let me know how close or how far off from the mark I am. For we all yearn to . . .

. . . Live 2 See The Dawn

You ever have something that just speaks to you continously? Like it's something that you have been missing all your life, but the source of this "speaks" is totally trivial. So much so that you think that you should consider the validity of what is said just because of the source?

Why is that? Is the source of what something is said make the validity of the statement any less valid? Or is it, just that as humans, we have an inhert distrust of certain things?

I got something so stuck in my head that if I am not listening to it, it is still echoing in my brain. I guess it is because it really relates to what I'm feeling and thinking at this present time. But that doesn't mean that I don't take it as what it is, but yet what it isn't. There are some things in life that may not make sense, or seem reasonable, but when you put your visual and precieved perceptions behind you, you can really take it for what it is.

Nothing that is said in life is inconsequencial. You just have to look past what you precieve as unimportant and look a bit deeper into it. I'm not saying that the guy that calls you a jerkass for taking the last jar of peanut butter at the grocery store, right before he could, is cosmic. Just look a little deeper into things and see them for what the really are.

Not a sign. No I am not going to prescribe to that. I don't think that things happen as a greater intelligence is trying to tell you something that you just don't understand at the moment. What I am saying is just don't take everything at face value. The lyrics to a song maybe more than just lyrics to a song to you. The sad ending to a movie may move you more than someone else. There are things that perception changes from one person to another. That is what makes us all so different. Unfortunatly so many find meaning in the words of such a narrow-minded, bible-beating, hypocrite like Jerry Fallwell. But then I don't. That doesn't make me wrong and you right. Or me right and you wrong. We just precieve things differently.

Take nothing at face value. Believe what it is that speaks to you and let no one tell you otherwise. And someday with that belief in yourself and your dreams, you will . . .

. . . Live 2 See The Dawn

There is something that occured to me just now. There are a lot of interpertations on religion and the Bible here on blogstream. Every once and a while I have the time to search blogstream for other posters, so that I can have something new to read. Well that is what I have been doing right now. I can't always find the people that write interesting things by waiting for them to come to me and comment on my posts. So I found BlackNapalm today, and the hilarious joke about W going to hell and seeing Clinton there.

But what I was talking about was that in the process of looking for other bloggers, I found that religion and politics are two of the major things that dominate blogstream. Not that I'm against that. That is what makes it so interesting here on blogstream. The different things that you can read.

Sometimes I think that I am one of those people, that readers may pass by as they read the most recent post and think what the hell is wrong with this guy. But I have done that myself too. There are times that, especially on religous blogs, that I have read the newest post and have not been able to read on. For me the thing about religion, is that I don't mind hearing about it, it is when the thoughts or views are presented in such a way that, the reader is feeling accused because they dont prescribe to what is presented. And yes I know that may be held true to what I write, I dunno. I more try to present things as they are and let the reader decide how they prescribe to it.



Like that there. Is there something offesive about it, other than it is a comic book geeks (such as myself) fantasy. Ha! There you go. I guess it is not wise to start with whiskey and coke this early in the day, because this is what you get.

But then again, those high on their "rightousness" are just the opposite of me (which in no way includes Miss Zimmie). Isn't it just go damn great that there are such a diversity of people and views on things. Would we all just be boring if we all prescibed to the same views or beliefs. It is what makes us great and what is our downfall. You could almost relate this to a quote I remember from a man that is the least way a role model, but the words are true . . .

"To alcohol, the cause of and solution to all of life's problems." -- Homer Simpson

How true. What a vicious cycle.

May U Live 2 See The Dawn

Here it is not even 8 o'clock in the morning, one a Saturday morning and I'm not sleeping in my warm bed. I slept well after I went to bed last night (I'm sure it was the nookie that helped), but I was awakened at 5:45 this morning but a unfriendly nightmare that my brain decided to come up with. I guess that was pennace for watching South Park before I went to bed (after the nookie). Or eating too much cottage cheese before I went to bed. Either way it was a bloody hell of a nightmare. It's not a wonder that science still hasn't been able to pin-point something like that, you know to help us dispell nightmares and have good dreams. Damn, saying dispell, always makes me want to play Final Fantasy. Some people don't realize the importance of the dispell (FF8) or despell (FF7) in Final Fantasy. No one wants your opponent to have Protect or Triple. That is what dispell is for.

Sorry my brian went off on a tangent. That happens alot, especially in the morning, when I'm just now drinking my first Mt Dew, haven't even showered or had my first dip of copenhagen. I am not at all a morning person. I'm a night owl.

Anyway I would tell you about my dream, but it is kind of freaky. Not like chestburster (what movie?) freaky, I can handle those kind of nightmares. Not like getting chased by a cannibial in a mask with a gas-powered chainsaw. I'm talking this is scary shit. The kind of thing that would make your skin crawl, waking up realizing that the world is a horrible horrible place, because you know that for some, that nightmare has been a reality. The kind of stuff that people never want to talk about. And when you are on the other side of it, you think well I tell somebody so that that MF can get locked up for what he did. But after this morning, I can understand (for like the 30 seconds that part of the dream lasted) why some people don't want something like that to get out.

I don't where in my head that this nightmare came from. I mean I have dreamed of some fucked up shit, but this by far takes the cake. Makes me wonder what it was. I tried that for some time. You know documented what I watched, ate, drank, or what I read before I went to bed. In an effort to maybe figure out what makes you dream what you do when you do. I never really found a common factor other than my nightcap, and was hardly ever the same. Sometimes I have a beer, sometimes I had a mixed drink, then sometimes I didn't drink anything at all before I went to bed. Ohh well I'm no sciencetist.

Well I'm going to take my shower. Talk to you all later. Take care.

May U Live 2 See The Dawn