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I have shook hands with Camus And shouldered Steinbeck. I have reached out like Poe And have planted seeds with Adams To this I may say that I carry Authors with me. I carry each within mind and body To remind myself never to forget Camus has shown me that we each inherently Carry a plague within us. We as humans unconsciously have the tendency To kill. Because of the original sin we let Our tongues and our actions guide our thoughts But Camus commands that we must practice Instead compassion and reserve and through this May we obtain an inner peace that is unmoved By worldly things. I shake others hands with Camus in mi

Beware the five-bladed snares and the guillotine stares of those who try to stretch their influence past the four corners of their land. They will cry out injustice with outstretched tongues they will claw and scrape at the wind, trying to hold ontothat which is not theirs. They will shoot you with has-beens and should-have-beens but remain solid in your foundation for, being able to break through your ears, sanctuary is reserved for you alone inside of your mind. Vaccinate yourself against the skeptical and the bizzare. For the only reason they bark and shout and broadcast their opinions so freely is because their land i

People find security in the confirmation of the routine they live; forming each individual reality.  For it is the morning coffee, the roads one takes to work, and the shirt one wears that one can truly call oneself by their own name, and thus create their identity. For without these familiar rituals, people would be forced to cease being people and would have no choice but to adapt a new identity.  This being that of a shell, with the aroma of a ghost lingering in a case of armor. It is in these specific rituals and nuances that people define themselves, and to an endless extent there can be many observations. 1) To love is t

It is only in sleep that we do not hear the rusted pleasure of the voice of the machine.  It cannot permeate our eardrums with its metallic chant whilst we pause inside of the security of our own minds. Eventually, the echoes of the gnashing of its teeth and the rigid whisper of it's sirens song intrudes upon our ethereal and it rings and rings and it wrings it cold, dead hands inside our skull until we are wrenched back from sanctuary to once more tend to its needs.  It feasts upon our liberty and bliss and holds our aspirations hostage while we willingly stare back, not saying a word in return.  It forgets the willing and embra

I was restless tonight and sure enough I found myself outside on my porch-step smoking inside of the book that has yet to be written. I would have finished it but I forgot where I put it. Its already half-written... I think The characters have been developed and the plot has been layed out... I think I may have left it somewhere in middle school or high school. I think I put it in an unlit corner of my house. I stopped writing when I realized that no one would be interested in my story. Looking back on it no, actually, the characters werent really all that great and the plot was kind of shitty. I really dont think p

If everyone on earth went their seperate ways, there would be no more statues built or parking tickets and internet cafes. There would be no more noise and no more love save that but the love and appreciation of the love that they had. You see, because THAT is what is needed here is a cultural BLAST to the PAST. Cavemen, people, cavemen. Because we are still...living...in the land of the lost and people today are disconnected in ways that even GOD couldn't connect these dots. Make ME a believer, NOT a deciever. Cuz you see, when I speak, I dont fool myself. Because when I speak...its genuine. And when I listen...its genuin

And the people said to Atlas "Atlas we do not need you to support us anymore." So Atlas shrugged and let fall the earth. The earth rolled down the hills of the cosmos faster and faster. and for a brief period of time people were so happy, the days passed so easily; and the people never knew such boundless joy. But the earth hit the bottom of the hill and stopped spinning altogether. "Atlas", the people cried, "we are sorry. We now realize that our lives require your strength and support." "My children", Atlas replied, "I will always love you, and someties people must fall on their own to realize how weak they really are".

the answer was sitting so plainly in sight, but he could not see it. He looked up, hoping to find the answers in the ever silent eyes of God. He looked up.  The answer was there.  He could not describe what it was he needed to do, but he new the answer nonetheless. He ran back to the house.  He knew. He knew. He burst through the front door. "I know!  I have found the answer!  Where are you?" "Im upstairs", said she "No. You are downstairs", said he. "No.  I am upstairs", said she. "Lets meet in the middle", said he So both he and she met in the middle "It was above me!  I was sitting outside and I looked up to the clouds and the

The preacher man with tongue in hand did point his rifle high. He shot his gun and hit gods son right square between the eye. And there he fell straight down to hell and Satan wondered why Could it be? That even he would sin or tell a lie? "I pray to thee" Said Jesus he. "Can you not hear they sky?" So Satan stopped his jaw had dropped as tears fell from his eye. "Oh my God you poor old sod, why do you even try?" "Your flocks up there, well they all swear that you are not their guy" "They see the man with tongue in hand and all he says is buy!" "They eat it up with bread and cup and they dont know its rye" They

your mind is so dark that it could devour the deepest shadow your tongue is so sharp that it could cut the purest diamond your eyes are so piercing that they could penetrate the darkest hole your touch is so poisonous that it could melt the deadliest snake that it could render even a deaf person a loss of hearing your stare is so cold that it could freeze the raging sun --------------------------------------------- running around in circles chasing your tail screaming lovey-dovey bullshit I Love Someone! Isnt it just great to run around punch-drunk off your own thoughts of "love"? Isnt it great to busy yourse