blood snorts good!

yep...we probably have the same philosopy as far as a non-religious moral code goes. i pretty much try and interact with as many people as possible in as positive of a manner as possible. organized religion can suck my left testicle on a sunday. again, the book is Buddhism Plain an Simple by Steve Hagen. The guy who wrote this studied buddhism for 30 years+ and presents buddhist principles and philosophy in a more objective non-religious fashion. it's the juice without the pulp. it basically talks about living in the here and now as that is the only thing that is real or important. not what you've done that you regret and fret over and not what you will be facing in the future and worry over. this sounds simple...but there is a difference in reading it, understanding it and living it. when the bulb clicks on...it's like a huge ass weight lifted off your shoulders and if you truly capture the mind-frame, you can snap to it in times when you start slipping into the worries of the past or the future...things that distract you from the splendor of every passing moment you're breathing and alive. he explains it a hell of a lot better than i do...so don't go off of my description, check it out. some people do find it boring...some people love it...depends on what floats your boat. i got a lot out of it...

i cannot share my cookies. i ate them all. you know in some cultures it is considered sanitary to keep your mucus membranes clean and clear, so spitting and picking is done often and in public.

aww
you came to my kissing booth
AND you quote ralph wiggum.

you sir, are rad

teehee

a mullet monster?
you seriously have to cut yr hair.
mullets are the work of the devil....or something.

sho' nuff...my friend.

ok attn all chicago musicians!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!--i need a drummer does anyone play or know someone that plays- i do not limit myself to a genre- but i like sublime jimi hendrix beatles death by stereo rise against punk emo indie hardcore blues reggae ska i want to just play dammit! i wanna rock!

beaten bruised
black and blue like my mother was
black and white
plain as that always was
plain as beautiful
beautiful as pain
a soul that cant be pulled by a train
a burden that cant be lifted by a crane
a swear ive been crushed
or maybe she is just that-a crush
a rush
of blood to my face
blush
but the taste is jealousy and anger
whoever thought love could endanger
endure and just end
theres more to relationships than conflict my friend
she said
but i guess ive created a monster
taught her things
like speak yourself
keep yourself locked away
never let them know not even on your dying day
whos the slave
and when i say that i mean who holds the chains
more scars on my forearms then a movies got frames
an addiction that i can never tame
i no longer enjoy it cause i no longer feel the pain
that used to replace the sadness
that is now all but fiction
ill do anything to make a spark
without friction
a fight, a fued
a different view
i wouldve changed my mind
just to upset you
and rather than think twice that its wrong
id think three times and count it as one
confused as i am now
its no longer fun
to get that rise
that adrenalin fueled pulse
cause all the anger i have is just false
ive created to feed my ability to create
if i would only use that energy on creating music
i wouldnt be such a waste

i am a logical and understanding person, so when i come across people i dislike, i make it known and everyone is very honest and happy so heres my comment for the day-I AM A VERY JEALOUS GUY, I KNOW WHAT IT IS TO HAVE AN ATTRACTIVE PARTNER AND AS HAPPY AS SHE MAY MAKE ME, HER BEAUTY IS UNSETTLING IN MY MIND AND CREATES NOTHING BUT INSECURITY BEYOND THE ONES I ALREADY POSSESS...im not a nut trying to fuck a squirrel here. i share words with lots of people, i didnt have a father around so i naturally have the tendency to lean toward females as friends and critics, there should be no question of motive here, im just a 20 year old KID play guitar and writing sad songs, and some should be content in knowing that they are far better off than i, my goals are out of reach and require the ambition of a starving lion, and ive been given too many alternatives to what i can do in life, whereas others my age already have careers and such, life is over they just have to live it out, im still waiting for the train to slow down so i can jump on.

Dude, you're life has barely begun! Relax!

Btw, you should read Siddhartha if you haven't already.

ive decided i dont belong on this site, its strange to me cause this community lacks the things i see fit for friendship conversation, maybe i havent tried hard enough maybe no one has. -i guess im lost cause i cant see, when you were here you guided me through a forest of uncertainty and certainly we'd always win over obstacles, snow covered spectacles sun rain warm or cold, i know we'd always champion stories not to be told, now watch it unfold-james delancey

dude, i was away..

I dunno man. I wouldn't worry so much about losing your anger and sadness. It's never been a problem for me, anyway. And i've been alive for 10 years longer than you-- i'm a wise motherfucker

don't leave