The Places You Found LoveEveryone is biologically programmed to find babies cute. It's an evolutionary imperative, because the rational thing to do when you've got a screaming, shitting dependant taking up your food, is to kill it, and we need something to stop us doing that. It's also why people are generally attracted to big eyes and smooth skin - because they're characteristics of children.And I'm not saying this to detract from the beauty of parenthood, or to make you sad, I'm saying it to point out that this fact doesn't make a baby's laugh any less wonderful. And I don't think the source of anything can make it less so.This is why I can point out that any form of love isn't God or fate or destiny, it's that if two people have a strong emotional attachment, their children are more likely to survive.Atomic bombs are beautiful.So I will say that the me I am now, will and always has been feeling what I feel, but that sentence doesn't even make sense until we consider that time is just another spacial dim
The Reasons We DieWhat I meant to say was that sometimes I just stare at the cigarette in my hands and beg for it to stop messing around and just kill me already.But I figured you don't want to hear that.
The Shifting Nature of RealityYou asked me, "In these dreams, what does it look like?" I told you it looks different every time. Sometimes it's like a million feathers falling, sometimes it's like snow, sometimes it's like little stones, sometimes like ash, sometimes like a fine sand blowing across the hills. It's always silent. It falls around me but it never touches me. It never sticks. I told you sometimes I see dim figures walking in the distance through all the falling white. I told you I wish one would turn around and come to me. I wish one had your face. I wish the pink of your cheeks and blue of your eyes would appear to me unveiled from out of the drift. But the sad small figures don't turn around. They walk on, shoulders low, and disappear. I just watch them. You said, "I'm here now," and touched my hand. "I'm here now."
The Overuse of MetaphoresYou smile like it's an accident that comes without an apology.
The Time Gone ByTick tock. All day. Every day is tick tocking by. There is no clock in your office that ticks or tocks, but you can hear the tick tock in your head. Tick. That's another second of your life gone, you think. Tock. That's one more second waiting for the man to tell you what to do. Tick. I'm a thinker, you think. Tock. Time to be a doer. Tick. You walk into your boss' office. Tock. I quit.The clock stops.
The NuancePlay it one more time please, I need to hear it again. I need to make sure that its the only sound in my head. Play it again for me, I want to hear it once more. I want to make sure the only sound is correct. I don't want to hear that stare again. I don't want to see those words. I'll play the part again, I need to play it again. I need to make sure that every note is right. Give me a second to rehearse that part once more, I haven't been playing it right this entire time. I know it might sound right to you, but it doesn't sound right to me. I can't hear those words anymore. I never want to see that stare again. I have to keep playing. I never want to hear that again.
The Art of Finding FlawsMaybe that's all it means, to grow up; to watch your heroes become human, right before your eyes.
the Millennia LaterDesolation has its own stark beauty. It's in the limbs of dead trees twisting up, pleading at the grey sky. It's in the air, cold with a faint hint of smoke and the barest breeze that stirs up the dust at your feet. The white-grey ash falls like snowflakes, dusting your hair, your coat, your mask. You catch one of the flakes and it crumbles between your gloved fingers. The ground is packed as hard as concrete under your boots as you turn your back on this cold, still world. You look up; the moon is barely visible. You will carry that memory with you as you go back underground. Mankind no longer has use for the stars.
The Loveless SmudgesYou never spoke about it, but I know you knew your father wasn't dead because each week you would receive a check with his signature. He can write, at least. When you were younger, I always watched you, waiting by the letter box or, if you forgot to wait, you careering across the yard at first sight of the postal carrier. You would study the envelopes for the old man's blocky handwriting. If it appeared, you would tear that bastard open. You pored over the checks, especially the John Hancock. You became a student of each loop and whorl; a professor of every dot or cross. If a curve became unexpectedly thick or severe or even, god forbid, broken, you would ruminate for days. What did these imperfections in his automatic mean? Did they indicate longing? A moment's hesitation? Was he angry? Upset? I imagine most children learn to read their fathers' moods from fatherly faces, paternal smiles, scowls, curious grins; you had the strange way ink dries on paper.
Talking to Myself: A Manifesto for the EgocentricI’ve been told I talk to myself when I think no one is listening.ME: That’s all writing is.ME: Inner monologues.ME: Discussions with the self.ME: I’ve written several novels worth of words to tell myself how selfish I am, or that I’ve fallen in love with the wrong person again, or that dying was never a viable option in the first place. I write to tell readers the same thing.ME: My words are meant to teach others what I couldn’t teach myself. To save others just like writing has saved me thousands of times.People say that art and beauty only come to life when there’s an audience.ADAM GWON (sung): For beautiful to happen, the beautiful has got to be seen.ME: That’s Adam Gwon. He shows up here, sometimes. He is often wrong.ADAM GWON: Hey! No I’m n—ME: For example, I disagree with this line from a song he wrote, called “Beautiful”. Art exists and fulfills a need before it is even seen or read or hear
Can Christians Like Dragons?In other words, can a Christian morally have a love for dragons? The logic behind the question is that dragons by Biblical standards seem to be evil creatures. Therefore it should be incompatible to follow Jesus Christ and love dragons at the same time, right? This is what I've been accused of many times, being a firm holder to Truth yet having a soft spot for dragons. I would like to answer in detail these accusations, thus the reason for this article.BIBLICAL EVIDENCELet us look at dragons from every angle, starting with what The Sacred Scriptures say. In The Holy Bible the Hebrew word used for dragon(s) is 'tanniyn' and shows up 29 times in The Old Testament. But, do note that dragons are not always referred to under that word in Scripture, so the count is higher. I've divided these verses up into groups, mainly general and specific cases.**Dragons in general--in The Bible we see that dragons are often used by God as curses. Examples are the Babylonian Empire (Isaiah 1
BlissIt is often said that ignorance is bliss. Perhaps this is true. There are innumerable facts that I know which are hardly conducive to happiness. I know, for example, that a runaway black hole could pass through our solar system, killing our entire world merely because it happened to be moving in this particular direction. I admit, it would be nice if I didn't know this, or any of the other, similar facts. I would probably be happier if I didn't know that having a plane crash into my house is more likely than winning the lottery.But then, there are other questions that mankind has been striving to answer ever since they first developed the capability. Why are we here. Is there a God. Are we alone in the universe. I cannot help but feel that these questions should be answered, that ignorance here does not lead to bliss but to a deep-seated frustration that gently gnaws at the back of everyone's minds.There are things that we do know, but we wish we didn't. There are things we don't kno
Morals from Doctor WhoFreedomVaporisation without representation is against the constitution!Bad laws were made to be broken.HumanityHomo sapiens. What an inventive, invincible species. It's only a few million years since they crawled up out of the mud and learned to walk. Puny, defenceless bipeds. They've survived flood, famine and plague. They've survived cosmic wars and holocausts. And now, here they are, out among the stars, waiting to begin a new life. Ready to outsit eternity. They're indomitable.Which is the quickest way out of here?[Each of the women at the fountain point in different directions.]Yes. Well. That's democracy for you.I love humans. Always seeing patterns in things that aren't there.Your species has the most amazing capacity for self-deception, matched only by its ingenuity when trying to destroy itself.Oh, you know nothing of any human, and that will be your downfallThere's no such thing as an ordinary human.End of the universe and here you are. Indomitable,
Self Harm MonologueYou call me a 'freak'.A 'weirdo'.A 'pathetic emo loser'.Well guess what?I don't care.What makes you think I care?Who are you to question me- to judge.You don't have that right.That privilege.You strut up to me-Fag in hand,and always-always,in the same nagging, persistent tone,with the same words that make me want to claw out my eyes in disbelief, you ask me.." Do you cut yourself?"And it goes on.And ON.Pfft- like I haven't heard you....I relent."Yes" is always my reply.Your tedious response, as always- is the same."That's sick!"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah- Im sick.Pfft, look at me.So my skin may be a war ground- a treacherous field of scars and fresh wounds...But so what?This isn't for you.This is for me.My battle.My struggle with myself.You can't feel the pain I feel.The torment.Some of you...Think you help.Here's the thing.The letters, the phone calls, the counselling sessions with the toffee nosed bastards,They help nothing.The effect not a god
The Freakin' Perfect DeviantThe Freaking Perfect DeviantI had a lonely childhood so I'm obviously a perfect artist.My art is full of inner pain from being a total outcast, ain't it obvious?I'm the one and only sad one out of all you boring happy deviants, so respect my art like it was GOD because I'm just worth it that much.So your mom was beaten into a coma? I was left out of DODGEBALL in the 6th grade!No child should ever endure that; so suck it up, you pansy!I don't comment on anything unless my characters and stuff is in it.Screw other artists' hard work; it's their fanart that I drool for.My stories are the one and only and the addicts long for more of it.Worship me, thy villagers, as my DevWatch catches cobwebs.Don't expect a word for I'm busy; busy drawing more for y'all.Only MY character can have this feature or sing this song, never mind the song is already copyrighted.If your wannabe OC's got the same song, then I will sue you for theft.Only MY character can have that thing, nobody f
A True Christian . . . .A True Christian does not calls Christianity a religion, but a relationship with God through Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior. (John 15:14-15, Hebrews 13:5, John 10:27-28, Proverbs 17:17, Job 5:19, Psalm 37:39)A True Christian does not do good deeds so that he/she can get to heaven (for through Jesus Christ, he has a place in heaven), but so that you can take care of you fellow man and to love one another. (Romans 3:9-31, John 15:17, Luke 10:25-37, Ephesians 2:8-10)A True Christian does not condemn others for their sins for God did not sent his son to the world to condemn it, but to save it through him. (John 3:17, Luke 6:37, 1 Peter 2:22)A True Christian sings, dances, and praises God not so that he/she can impress other people or God, but because he/she loves God and his son. (Matthew 22:37-39)A True Christian speaks for those who can't speak for themselves. (Proverbs 31:8-9)A True Christian does not hate people, but sins. For those
How to Be a Likeable Female Character1. Have a sense of humor.2. Learn to do some things for yourself; don't just sit around and expect someone else to handle all the work.3. Have a listening ear and a sympathetic heart.4. Dream about true love, but at the same time know how to care for yourself.5. If you do find love, love him for who he is, not for what you want him to be.6. Never be controlling or manipulative.7. Never let anyone push you around.8. Cry when necessary, but don't get carried away.9. Always stand by those whom you truly care about.10. Don't be so serious that you forget to have fun, but don't have so much fun that you forget to be serious.
The Six Lessons of LokiI. The Norns are bitches. You can either entertain them or yourself. Deal with it.II. If you plan to do something stupid, make sure you can save your own ass.III. He who plays with fire risks getting burnt. Even I am no exception to this.IV. Never lie, but only tell the truth if you have to.V. Snake venom is painful.VI. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but Mjollnir is sure to kill me.
The End That No One NoticedThe Universe blinks and humanity, in all its cruel glory, comes into existence.It blinks again, and we are gone.