jailbreak

Trees Stand, the landscape wallows in their grasp

how can one eat the fruits of the earth? 

what hidden gardens does it have for us?

Distraction….

melodies flood from the brass; catching the wind, 

and tumbling over the vast nothing

my mind has flavor, sweetend by the note

conciousness, writhing back to existance

how can one eat the fruits of the earth? 

consuming and basking in the rich expance

nothing is ours to take

it is truth, one is born to give but driven to take

it is balance, ying and yang, that sparks disire

shade is given, water is taken, symbiot

and listen, for the restless nature of the wind will do nothing but feed your lust

does sound batter your mind? 

guided attacks on your tranquil being

words flow stifly with frustration

connectiong ones brain with a spinning mass

emotion, frustration, language, expression

wind away, and look through into the distance

It came, like a flood

Since then I’ve forgotten their names 

just another picture up in flames 

where can where go? 

is there anywhere, markless 

without boot heels, pavement

Can we now thread the sea

Will you then wash it from your hands? 

oh god what have we done 

has our hatred left us unspun?

we cannot see the shaking earth

or the cracks beneath our feet 

without the sun, we are one 

another world, we’ll be born 

silence is noise to some 

can it be broken by men without mouths

consume it, welling tears 

confronting one’s fears 

is the easiest of all when, it’s 

the last thing you’ll ever do

What good are they?

I’ve asked for help, but

They left me behind

It almost haunts me

A distant rhythm

Searching for something

I never expected to be, me

It found, some pleasure

Some bliss, something you lost, then

Found again, maybe a shape

Something flowing, off

My finger, droplets

Lost on the river

Swirling mass, brown blue

Crystalline molecules, dancing

Together like lovers, moving

To some hidden beat, only they

Can hear, so what can you know, of this

This hallow routine,

 Phantasmagoric ritual, seems

So fantastic, unbelievable

What’s next, another discovery?

Some smaller nothing, we cannot see

I’m wary of the future,

A thousand universes in my palm

We are the same infinite complexity

Never expected, human unimportance

Now the light is in my eyes

Shining true, blue, invisible

On the sidewalk they die,

Blacked by glasses, entertained

I look at the children and cry

Has our ignorance abandoned them

To die? Have we all be left behind,

There is something in the food

There is something in the water

Wait for poison, wait no longer

Wait for death, for it takes time

To be killed from the inside. 

What does it sound like

when it whips past your ears 

whistling like lips over a glass bottle 

like hate, you cant see it,

only the hell it brings

dance with it, embrace its impermenance 

for a gift one day is a strike the next

I’m so fucking tired, 

these melodramatic assholes really wear me out

whats to stop a man from throwing fists? 

and how much can someone do before being a slave 

ill hold my fucking breath when the bombs drop 

and watch your fucking corpses burn

its there, you cant see it. 

its flowing through the fucking streets of some nameless country 

were so far away, removed from the pain and anguish of most human life

its terrible to know of its existance, and never make an attempt. 

where would one run? where would we hide

because when the bombs start dropping, they wont care about your lawn orniments 

so you better watch your fucking back, because theres knives flying

and a blonde haired girl will toss them for eternity

so i guess i’m lost, trying to find my way in this 

everybody is lost, and everybody is lonely 

but this cold bed is less forgiving 

Kentucky, the woods, nowhere

oh right, reality

theres no such thing as silence

its absence melts through my skull

if you look to hard, you wont see anything 

but look into the distance

and hope to see the edges of understanding

I’ve had enough, now here it sit

Another day full of shit

getting lit, feeling low

so what happens when I dont know where to go

do I pivot on my boot heels and flee?

no such thing as home, where am I supposed to be?

now I hear sirens coming after me, 

I’m broken, left for dead

dying, regret and dread 

close your eyes, pull, pray for lead

Popped collar party, foolishness, beruit. 

harassed by authority, forced into fear 

my tounge spits, damn I wish I was thinkin straight

no bars, thank god

where else would we run? theres nowhere to hide

threats from the men in blue

power trip, suckers

the flames lick my fingers, kissing them, drawing out the poison

stress deserts the committed, and swallows the weak

where can one find eternity? is it in the flow of a womans hair, 

or laying at the bottom of my pit of despair

i prepare to dive forth into the abyss

exploring reaches of my emotions that have no limit

will i ever find such serenity again? 

more silent and wholesome than one could imagine

its warmth, like flames, will kiss me into death

poop

A strange weekend. Travelling with people I barely know, drinking whisky with the ones I did. We crammed into a van, and drove in a seeminly endless straight line. Upon arrival our stomachs were swolen with amber liquid. we made our way to the cabin and started our night. What we did was predictable, and doesnt really matter. It could be summed up to two fifths and a handle. 

anyway, I’m back at the Nanahala Outdoor Center, surprisingly somewhere I had been before, with my high school. When I was there before, completly sober and absorbed into my highschool self, vastly different than who I am now. Being at this random hole in the wall, in two completly different personas, was one hell of a trip. 

we climbed up a mountain and put our hands in the dirt, making the ground flat for someone else’s boots

Today I went to Burger King, expecting an all american experience; hoping that I would witness it in its raw form, as a consumer based fascist industry. 

Anyway, so here I am in this restaurant, I walk up to the counter and tell David to grab me a small milkshake. Hes ordering so I walk over to a poster on the wall displaying the nutritional facts for all of the menu items. This fucking sheet was coverd with the biggest numbers, like totally out of the ballpark of what you would expect. like 3000 some odd grams of fat, and my shake alone had 290 calories and 38 grams of sugar. I ignored the fact that I was consuming something that was equal to 2 some odd soft drinks.

I’m going to stop rambing about that, I’m just taking a class on food. 

I sat down at a table in front of the TV, and on the tv was most shocking videos nude edition, with naked people running all over the place. So I’m drinking my milkshake and watching nudists on tv, In North Carolina, surrounded by families and all sorts of people. It was strange, I dont know if ill ever go back

walking with purpose, thrashy yelling and guitar blasting into my ears. I walk down to work when I wake up, then go to class after. my day is filled with walking up and down gigantic hills to all my classes, smoking cigarettes, and metal. Along with other assorted college activites….

this is my first post in a while, so I’m not sure where to start. most college students are probably wondering what classes they’re going to take, maybe stressing about it like I am. Homework, beers, whiskey, essays, all the good shit that I do. 

right now I’m wondering what is going on in my life worth putting into the spinning mass of media. My conclusion is nothing. there is nothing but daily goodness in my life, some stress, wondering where im going and when. what else is there to worry about? 

Every day is a thousand questions. they determine where you are going to be, when, why, and who with. social interactions between people and places make up a day. I ask myself, what is the point of this trivial daily existence? when we leave our beds we know that chances are we will return to them the next night. so much time is still spent in debate, wondering what to do next. creating good memories for the boring and sad times to come. almost like preparing for the breakdown of emotion. building walls and trenches, trying to protect yourself from and unseen enemy. I guess the point of making these choices is to enjoy life. doing fun things that you know you can remember, and avoiding bad experiences. I’m going to do this now, make that choice. Fuck life as torture, because if life was really supposed to be a bitch, we would all be dead already. 

man this life is crazy, every day is a complete surprise. I love the way that every day has unlimited possibilities of what could happen. I have been thinking about how I could die any minute, or anyone could die for that matter. life is translucent, we spend all of our time working towards a goal, and setting new ones when we achieve one. I guess one could say that the final goal is death, and from there on who knows. how can one live life and take advantage of every possible opportunity, making sure that if they were to die at any second, they would be satisfied. satisfaction is key in life, especially on ones deathbed. regret is what sends people into hell, or what ever you want to call it. I’m sure there are many different places people can end up. Buddhists believe there are six realms of existence. each one corresponding to people’s major traits in life. like greed ect. This way of thinking really rings true for me, because there is no clear separation between good and bad. How do other people feel about this????

Irradiation—Irradiation damages or destroys living cells (i.e., pathogens) that might be present in food products. Depending on the type of food and radiation dosage, irradiation can be used to sterilize packaged food for storage at room temperature, eliminate or reduce pathogens, delay spoilage, control insect infestations, delay ripening, and inhibit sprouting.

http://www.ers.usda.gov/briefing/foodsafety/glossary.htm

gamma rays? really?!? mother fuckers

they have been using this shit since the early 1900s

So many new ideas, the world has been cracked open. its contents flowing into my open mind. I can see further than ever and the world is beautiful. I wonder what it means to be real, and what place a human has on this small planet. how many times can one ask the same question? Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results. how do you discribe something? SO MUCH THING!?!?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lysergic_acid_diethylamide

I’m a raincloud this year