Mood Lighting

Just as I am, without one p***, 
 but that thy blood was s*** for me, 
 and that thou bidst me come to thee, 
 O Lamb of God, I c***, I c***. 

Just as I am, and waiting not 
 to rid my soul of one d*** b***, 
 to thee whose blood can cleanse each s***, 
 O Lamb of God, I c***, I c***. 

Just as I am, though tossed about 
 with many a conflict, many a doubt, 
 fightings and f*** within, without, 
 O Lamb of God, I c***, I c***. 

Perception never tells the whole truth.
Your brain lies to you.
Do you trust me?

Prioritizing

When people take pictures of beautiful things..... it's real nice. 

The planet I live on is an amazing place. With so much beauty all around us, why are we so intent on focusing on negatives? I would love nothing more than to dedicate my life to learning about the earth. I just might do it.

I only steal from the best

Dudes,
I think everyone can point to a handful of things that influence their lives and make them tick. Have a little bite of mine.

1. Cryptozoology

I have no idea where my fascination with cryptozoology came from. It just happened. There are hundreds of legends of monsters who lurk in forests, mountains, and seas, and reading these stories makes me happy in my heart. I can't prove that any of these creatures exist, but you can't prove they don't.

2. Rock n Roll

My brand of music may be on the grittier side, but it's still rock and roll to me. Hmm...I think I've heard that somewhere before. Music has the power to take me places I've never been and show me things I've never seen. Music teaches us that it's ok to be free and to live our own way. If your music doesn't tell you that then you're listening to the wrong stuff.

3. Vans shoes

Vans was founded in 1966, and it's the only shoe company that has mattered since. It's funny how in the past five years or so maintream America has figured this out. For the first 40 years of its existence Vans was worn almost exclusively by burnout skaters and "punk rock" kids. Now every kind of person of every age can be seen wearing them. Good for vans; bad for my individuality. Luckily I don't give a shit about individuality anymore.

4. Beer

These are the two best beers on the planet right now. Wow I need to wrap this post up so I can go get some. Ok...focus. Seriously people, do yourself a favor and stop drinking Miller Lite and Michelob Ultra. If you're a Miller Lite drinker that tells me you work in a cubicle, play golf on Saturday afternoons, and probably have a goatee. The highlight of your week is when your wife lets you go down to your "man cave" and watch porn on the 80 inch flat screen you bought to make your life seem less pathetic. Don't you owe it to yourself to at least drink decent beer? The extra few pounds you'll gain from drinking it will be worth it. By the sound of things your wife stopped having sex with you years ago anyway.

5. Mexican Food

I'm not sure life would be worth living without Mexican food. Everything that is right with the world is in those two pictures. My mother raised me on this stuff, and that is why I love her. She might have done a few other nice things here or there, but nothing compares to her making me homemade flour tortillas with carne guisada, rice, beans, guacamole....oh man...I'm hungry. Why do I do this to myself?

Post over. Taco and beer time.

Pantheist

Palm tree and Pine tree, I'm at home.
Earth is a good mother.
She was made for my kind of sickness and I'll take everything she's got.

The creature crawls on his belly and has no friends.
He's a busy breeder.
But he's only half the animal his father was.

How about four corners of the earth?
It's a good story.
Guarded by angels and held up with pillars for your pleasure. 

Up on those hills it burns and burns bright.
What a tragic allegory.
Extinction fuels the faith in man and the Spirit.

He got me young. The venom drips.
What a useless fucker. 
Dig me a shallow grave so I can live on as hemlock.

The swamp is so unforgiving and makes me beg. 
He's a regretful creator.
Next time there won't be a next time.

Flamingos in the front yard

Dudes,
Do you ever wish you could just remove your brain from your body and not think about anything for a few hours? Well I do, and I'm wishing it right now. I've been stuffing my mind with new information for the past week or so and now my brain is fighting back. It's sick of it.

The problem is the kind of things I stuff my brain with are really burdensome but mostly useless facts. I get totally consumed with sucking in information about religious, philosophical, scientific, and metaphysical nonsense. Of course it's not actually nonsense, but right now I genuinely feel like it is. I weigh myself down with this stuff that constantly swirls around in my tired mind, and there doesn't seem to be any actual benefit to learning it. All I get out of it is being able to snicker to myself when someone is talking about something that they think they know about, but really they are just regurgitating some piece of ignorance that they heard somewhere else. Yay me for getting to be an arrogant dick. It's the classic struggle between who I am (smug asshole) and who I want to be (an abominable snowman).

I want to talk about birds. They make me happy. Did you kids know that there are over 82 million birdwatchers in the United States? I must've missed that bandwagon the first few times it came around, but I'm jumping on it next time I see it. Seriously, think about all the pointless hobbies that people take up like metal detecting, stamp collecting, or playing with their children. Let's get rid of these fruitless activities. They're garbage. Now have you ever taken the time to just sit for a minute and watch a bird go about its business? Well you should. They are fascinating little creatures. They hop around and peck things and eat worms out of the ground. PLUS they fly! Can you fly? Nope. I'm telling you...the birds are on to something.

If I were an Ostrich, Emu, Penguin, or Kiwi I would be pissed.

I would love to have a pet bird, but I could only have one if its wings weren't clipped and I could give it room to fly. Seriously, how can anyone stick a bird in a cage with a clear conscience? "Hey bird, you know that one special thing that you can do that defines your entire species? I'm not going to let you do that." Every bit of instinct inside of birds (minus those I listed above) tells them to fly. What kind of monster would take that away from them?!! Selfish bastards!!! You can't see me but I'm shaking my fist at you. 

Look how majestic!

Wow. 

Nobody's Deity and Thank God for that

Celtic, Cultic, mystical motion
I never wake. Always dreaming on a holy night

Because of those terrible songs you summon
I dance and sing and lose every bit of my mind.
I admit you are my meekness.

The bull is here. He stretches my eyes in all directions.
A Civilized, Celestial, massive marauder.

If I were dying, I would be dying to confess.
I never prayed to the bull; he never bought me.
I'm still free in my own weakness.

How many languages do you pray in?
Every time I try I feel the fire.

Attis.:.Odin.:.Dionysus.:.Quetzalcoatl.:.

Don't be scared to hail and bow.
He did not come to bring peace, but a sword.
That must be why we killed him.

Fermented Meat/Hot Spring of the Ice Island

We journey, we drift. We are diggers.
I cannot do this alone. I need your feminine hands.
All these uncommon things we have in common are speaking to me.
What they're saying is worrisome for a journeyman.
Your music is like a kiss...not on the mouth but into my starving ear.
Every breeze that blows is another song that sustains me.
Never will I cry again and I will only bleed for you.
If you can remember, will you get started on that bread early?
Tomorrow my day begins before dawn and I need the music.
Remember me when you make your bed tonight. Be my thoughts.
Happiness is only a word, but we defined it.
We will never know any others.

I'm beginning to love this little house.
You finally taught me how to breathe your song and let go.
If we disappeared I would never care or even notice.
The ice island would never be the same.
I would hunt for little pleasures and you would always be my thoughts.
Never unlearning what the island taught me,
and you taking me places with your little pleasures. 
It gets tricky here in the leaves. Every beast has a name so we must be careful.
They set traps and they're much larger than they seem.
Heaven? No. Well I've never seen this many devils so I guess it's possible.
On second thought, we're too good for this place.
We must know another.