Religion

I don’t even want to write these blasphemous thoughts about the non-existence of God. As a result, I will not. Religion, however, is a non-taboo topic for me, and for that reason I will be loud about its evil. A jettison cargo, onanism of serious thought, coitus interruptus of debates, religion is a massive cover up aim at controlling the masses. In whatever culture, the limitations imposed by religion on the free will of the people have crippled the growth of the person into his/her true self. These restrictions, as a result, have demanded that honesty about self be curtail, and not shown, thus forcing the evil in man to find a hidden place for growth. When cleaning a house, dirt can’t be thrown in a corner, and ignored; hence, we oughtn’t do the same when it comes to religion and the discussion of our own humanity. In religion certain topics are taboo, they don’t even make it to the surface for true discussion or exploration, they linger in the underbelly of the dogma, and grow in mythical power. As a thinking person, I find it hard to believe that ignorance is the answer. The idea that “what I don’t know will not hurt me” is ridiculous. Religion, if not rethought will bring about the destruction of the world.

Cheat A Little

Clarity settles in, and bullshit goes out the window when you are face with life ending situations. Being my morbid self, it took little for me to find myself contemplating about the uncertain world we all have to travel to beyond this one. Now that I am thinking about it, it’s the universal bond; we all have to die. That’s fucking refreshing in some tormented way. In death equality is wide spread, your wealth, skin, status, gender, dick size, education, does not matter. The universal denominator, the common share, the honest truth, the real- I can live with all the decisions I’ve made, but can I die with them too? My aim is to be in the positive column, you know, be in the black and not the red, and cheat a little bit by leaving a few offspring behind.

The Search

Image reflected by the mirror is one that I ask myself about all the time, the smallest of mistake is seen within a fraction of a second; I could have done this to prevent that, or this one was out of my hands. It’s the rediscovery of self, every time it’s the same process of self-analysis and mutilation; could I be better? The brain races, the feet fumble to catch up, the person I am will not rest until it becomes the person it was meant to be. This nomadic state of being is hard on the soul, but who are we to decide when enough is sufficient. The search has this axiomatic quality about it and you can’t deny it. I will forever be looking for me, and the person I find at every turn will remember less of the one who was, and the one who started the search. I remember when I was ten, I used to dream about …I don’t remember what I used to dream about, but surely I used to dream.

Bad Guys

We aren’t bad guys, we really aren’t bad guys, the line between bad and good is clearly drawn in our circle; we are honest with each other, we tell the truth about our flaws, and have a large array of experiences to draw from when it comes to sticky situations. We have thinkers, poets, revolutionary figures, engineers, abolitionists, lawyers, scientists, writers, artists, marketers, hustlers, Catholics, Protestants, non-believers, married man, future divorced man, players, never-marry man, relationship man, dodgers, green in love man, and we all are over achievers. We aren’t bad people, we are human to a flaw, yes, but we aren’t bad people, we aren’t bad guys.

The Next Guy

Yep, I knew it was coming, I knew it as sure as I know the sun will rise tomorrow, yet still I couldn’t brace myself for it. I hate however else- It’s a simple statement, it’s a very stupid statement, but it’s a coded statement. I am made up of small proteins that carried that trait, they force me to feel, do, and envy things that I shouldn’t. As a result, I am not going to apologize for it; I am what I am. I hate whomever else who is going to touch her. Fuck you random, unknown, future guy, FUCK YOU! HAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, FUCK YOU! That’s it-

Death in the Family

Death in the Family

This weekend made me think of this Batman comic issue where Robin died; the title of that particular issue was ‘Death in the Family’.

In my travel up north, in my stepping on campus, in my breathing the cold, in my drinking the flavored poison, many memories rose from the cemeteries of my mind. Forgotten events came flooding back, and laughter or sorrow followed depending on the pictures that danced behind my eyelids. Death in the Family came after my overactive imagination placed my friends in the realm of super heroes, more precisely the Super Friends. It was so fitting that I was chocked at the fact that I never thought of us as such before. We all have special abilities, we all have our own area of expertise, and together we can solve any problem, make light of any dark, and even create upbeat requiems. Together, we are …
Superman, the one who often leads died this summer. While I was up North, I thought about the hot death that took place in the South. I’ll spare you the details, but know that it was quick, unseen, brutal, painful, and shocking. I …