"I can hardly listen...these people are having multiple orgasms all around us!"

This looks really rather absurd, but this kind of thing is quite possible. The guy with long gray hair who looks like Santa that's making people have instant orgasms is doing something he calls "L.D.F." (long distance fucking). It's kind of similar to "real-time sex". I was reading about astral projection and astral sex a while ago, and I came across this link... (scroll down to the part about real-time sex)
http://www.spiritual.com.au/articles/astral/obe-astral-sex-1.htm

I don't doubt that this sort of thing is possible.  An ex of mine used to be able to make himself have a full-body orgasm at will w/ no stimulation. And I'll be damned if he didn't pull that card whenever I was pissed... he knew how to push my buttons and that always turned me to butter when he'd grab me tight in his arms and do that. Jerk. lol

the rantings of a lunatic on a sunday night...

Dig deeper, my tired friend

Walk the earth alone in those old dirty shoes

Remember lying on your back on hills of green

The dark gray skies above made you feel at home

Alive

The rain falling from the sky

Flowing through your body…

Only you understand

This hypnotic dance with the waves,

Immersed in their velvet embrace

Your tears are pure and beautiful agony

Don't shut the door

Don't bury her

Don't forget who you are

Broken and flawed and ruined -- you

Scratch away the skin

Peer into all of the holes

Don't be afraid to fall

Through the black, tar-covered, viney arms…

The darkness that you see

Is only your creation

You are ONE

So dig deeper, you good old weary soul

Find the fire and don't snuff it out

Don't be afraid to burn

In all your glory, all your rage

All your bruised insides ablaze

Breathe it in and push it out

Open up those wounds

Crack open

The deepest, blackest, most calcified secret truth

Don't lose your way, my dear

I'd hold your hand

But you can't see me

I am the hole in your heart

Denied, forgotten

Where have you gone?

Things you wouldn’t understand...

Things you couldn't understand....
THINGS... you *SHOULDN'T* understand.....

lol!

One of the greatest movies! And Tim Burton's first....I forgot how great this was (and all the innuendos that you only understand as an adult!) haha.


good times


Watch this too...
Pee Wee goes to Sturgis:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AupJgJGOa_s

Have we failed evolution?

We are now faced with a responsibility to be more than what our past generations expected of us. We have the opportunity to move past racism, move past Christianity ruling over everything (and using it as a brand name), to further evolution and change the world. Will we do it? Or will fear hold us back?  Have we failed evolution?

Let me share a few words from the wise Carl Jung (from his book Modern Man in Search of a Soul, published in 1933)...
"Today" stands between "yesterday" and "tomorrow", and forms a link between past and future; it has no other meaning. The present represents a process of transition, and that man may account himself modern who is conscious of it in this sense.
........
Every good quality has its bad side, and nothing that is good can come into the world without directly producing a corresponding evil. This is a painful fact. Now there is the danger that consciousness of the present may lead to an elation based upon illusion: the illusion, namely, that we are the culmination of the history of mankind, the fulfillment and the end-product of countless centuries. If we grant this, we should understand that it is no more than the proud acknowledgement of our destitution: we are also the disappointment of the hopes and expectations of the ages. Think of nearly two thousand years of Christian ideals followed, instead of by the return of the Messiah and the heavenly millennium, by the World War among Christian nations and its barbed-wire and poison-gas. What a catastrophe in heaven and on earth!
In the face of such a picture we may well grow humble again. It is true that modern man is a culmination, but tomorrow he will be surpassed; he is indeed the end-product of an age-old development, but he is at the same time the worst conceivable disappointment of the hopes of humankind. The modern man is aware of this. He has seen how beneficent are science, technology and organization, but also how catastrophic they can be. He has likewise seen that well-meaning governments have so thoroughly paved the way for peace on the principle "in time of peace prepare for war," that Europe has nearly gone to rack and ruin. And as for ideals, the Christian church, the brotherhood of man, international social democracy and the "solidarity" of economic interests have all failed to stand the baptism of fire--the test of reality. Today, fifteen years after the war, we observe once more the same optimism, the same organization, the same political aspirations, the same phrases and catch-words at work. How can we but fear that they will inevitably lead to further catastrophes? Agreements to outlaw war leave us skeptical, even while we wish them all possible success. At bottom, behind every such palliative measure, there is a gnawing doubt. On the whole, I believe I am not exaggerating when I say that modern man has suffered an almost fatal shock, psychologically speaking, and as a result has fallen into profound uncertainty.

Joe Strummer - The Future is Unwritten

"Punk rock means exemplary manners to your fellow human being." –Joe Strummer

I just want to say to everyone… if you have not yet seen The Future Is Unwritten, go out and buy it. Watch it and listen to the words, especially at the very end (It made me cry). Powerfully impacting and inspiring, it is capable of rekindling that spark of excitement and motivation to look forward to the future and speak up about what you believe in. It shows how powerful words can be and how important our voices are. Anyone can make a change, and together, human beings can find strength in one another. The words of one human being to another can mean so much.

Although I may have gotten a bit of a late start on my journey of experiencing The Clash and Joe Strummer, the music and the messages that it encapsulates has really moved me very deeply over the past few months.

If you think that you are insignificant in a world of fire, where everything is burning and you feel there's nothing you can do but sit back and watch the pretty flames--WAKE UP, PEOPLE!!! Embrace your fellow humankind around you. Help your neighbor. Lend them your ear. Get out and just talk to people. Listen. Why don't we treat each other with respect instead of criticism? Instead of hating others or pointing fingers, blaming people for this and that like a bunch of whiners… why don't we just CHANGE things? Why don't we prove just how POWERFUL we can be?

Strummer's last words on the dvd… let's try to always remember this…

"People can change anything they want to,
and that means everything in the world. . . .
. . . It's time to take the humanity back into the centre of the ring, and follow that for a time...
Think on that.
Without people, you're nothing."

Redemption Song

Watermelon in Easter Hay

by Frank Zappa.

I AM that song right now. I am the chords that are being strummed, I am the rhythm, I am.... that music. 
(That voice)
It screams
Anesthetize me! Any way you can.... make sure it lasts, so you can forget. No more anger, no more pain. You can make it all go away... push it all down in a deep, dark, secret place, until the anger subsides. 
(That voice)
It strokes my hair and tells me it's okay to let go. You can go on breathing another day. One day you'll wake up and the pain will be gone. Just rest easy tonight and let your heart break the way it shall.
(That voice) 
It spoke muffled and cracked. But I can hear it again. It's trying so hard to speak to me. It has been for so long. If I come with arms open, it will embrace me. It always will. It always has.

Part of me dies, and there is a rebirth. The child inside me awakens from an ancient slumber.
My heart plays an imaginary guitar solo just for me, and I keep going on. 

Poetry (2000-2003?)

Selected poems from around the years 2000-2003


(Jeez this one is depressing!  LOL)

I am Jack's Tormented Soul

Have you ever pushed away a fantasy
Because it seemed too out of reach?
Sought comfort in your icy blankets
Put on a facade
Just so isolation could not consume
All that's left of you.
Have you ever dreamed of death,
Pretend it to be sweet
And then to witness death, you find
It's just a ridiculous dream.
Have you ever spoken words
That run like water from your tongue,
Escaping from an empty heart
Like reading scripts
Feeling so numb.
Your soul drips a solitary tear
It screams for help, but no one hears.
Drowned by your silence,
You tuck yourself away
And mingle in the shadows
For another wasted day.


Pisces

Dark wing of death
Steals the breath of my sweet Pisces
And leaves her song, heavy in my heart
Where has softness gone?
Died with her so long ago.
She speaks
Like a tiny feather floating on the shoulder of a breeze.
Once so fragile
Perfect
Shattered glass
Quick deception, spoken fast
The ocean washes her away


Untitled

Steering on into the golden sunset
The ocean's singing "take my hand"
And run away
Into the sky
Changing colors...
Can the skies be trusted?
Always changing
Shifting from blue to gray
Night to day
Floating
A small speck of life on this vast horizon
Beauty?/or Death?


Still Waters

Change is what I wish to see
What I want to be
But I'm too lazy and all wrapped up
Caught in the slipstream of my wandering thoughts.
Left somewhere among the cobwebs
In the corners of my soul
I have the courage and the will
To smile and tell myself
I'd never lost control

Do you see
You're just like me?
Is it my self-indulgent delusion,
Or was I put before you for a reason?
Could this be
The only thing
That can calm this dissonant storm?
Ease my nerves and make this life
As simple as
Still waters

All the times I thought I knew
What was real and what was true
Was just a sketch, an empty silhouette.
Everything that's real is you.
I wish I could be everything
Everything you need
Lie down upon my wing and sleep
And you could sail over the night
I wish I could make this life
As easy as
Still waters

Time will tell what the future holds
But I don't want to wait.
Waiting for life to happen
Takes away the meaning of "To Live"
And it passes by
Without a trace
I only wish that I could be
The one who makes your life complete.
Everything around me has lost its life and splendor
Just to rest within your arms would ease the pain
Could stop this cold and endless rain
And could make this life seem
As beautiful as
Still waters