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My Weekend.
“There is not a star in the sky but one searchlight, the moon gleams with a smile.” my daughter announces to me. READ MORE »
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My Substantial Affair With Life: Make It or Break It
Make It Or Break It
As I wake, I look out the window and never fail to spot a trace of hope no matter what weather. For as long as oxygen still has its dance going, I know I can go on. Oxygen is a very literate thing as it is an extensive metaphor.
Little oxygen = Dying hope
More oxygen = Bursts of creativity. READ MORE »
My Substantial Affair With Life: La Cocoon
La Cocoon:
How do I get out?
“So strange, so strange, how something so unnatural has become our norm.” she mutters to herself in her head as she sits behind the wheel in bumper-to-bumper traffic on route 95. Other thoughts more worthy wash away like a good wave ashore as she preoccupies herself about remembering trivial things like where the dress was and why her memory stick keeps on running from her. She is interrupted by how half and half makes sense. It balances our coffee out like, in life, we need half of real-to-the-touch subjects and half strictly non-material functions to remain in balance. However, the 9-to-5 function is clearly not working, hence, the mentioned traffic. It does not evoke fluidity. It deserts what she and her fellow earthlings must take care of including their bodies. It makes things harder to keep balanced and, most of all, authentic. The funny thing is that she is not doing anything from 9-to-5. The imposed norm is just heavy in the air and she lives right off route 95. This slight parallelism lies in the cradle of ironies on a thin, filmy layer of existence, perhaps. READ MORE »
HACK № 39: A Conspiracy of Blessings
Howdy Mediocritons, welcome to the thirty-ninth extremity of HACK. If you’ve made it this far, I’ll go out on a limb if you promise to catch me when I fall.
Dichotomies: What are we going to do about them? What aren’t we going to do about them? Is one side more real or more preferred than the other? Or do they exist simultaneously depending upon the conscious observer? Do my rhetorical questions have answers? Or are the answers simply more questions? I could do this all night folks, or I could not. Let’s pick the latter and move on. READ MORE »
I Don’t Belong Here: Bullet Points
If I should die tomorrow, or for that matter any day after today, or if you’re reading this 100 years from now and so I’m probably dead at this point — regardless, when I am gone, I hope that I am remembered for more than just “HE RUINED MY LIFE” (which I didn’t) or “HE FUCKED MY GIRLFRIEND” (which I probably did — sorry). I would want to be remembered for more than the time I was a toddler and my mother found me dancing in the toilet in sleeper pajamas. As someone that has lived his life on an almost purely cerebral level, I would rather be remembered for the ideas I have created and or added to and or spread around. Long-time readers (all five of you) and people that have read my books (which might raise the number to eight) will be familiar with most of the points I keep bringing up again and again. For everyone else, if I die tomorrow, here’s some bullet points for you to consider:
I Don’t Belong Here: How To Kill George Zimmerman (2012 So Far)
Let’s talk a little about where society seems to be at right now. It’s only 9 months away from 12-21-12… and whatever is supposed to happen, there’s no sign of it coming yet.
Not pictured: A human being
Speaking of nine month periods of time, that reminds me about something I keep wanting to talk about. The whole idea of passing a law declaring that life begins at conception instead of at birth. They want to do this, I believe, because if human life begins when the sperm collides with the egg, then abortion is murder and must be criminalized. I don’t even want to talk about how this is obviously a huge gray area because while there is nothing remotely human about a freshly-fertilized egg other than its DNA and its potential, it clearly has become a human being by the time its born. But laws don’t allow for gray area. That’s why they’re called laws. And that’s not even what I want to talk about. READ MORE »
My Substantial Affair With Life: Anahata
Every weekday morning nearly without fail, I run into this little girl when I stumble outside with my dog and cup of tea. Always with a blended spirit of caution and carefree joy, she would walk in the same direction with the same leap in her step no matter what weather. Watching her, she reminds me of how constant and promising Life can be just as much as she easily reminds me of all the natural disasters that manage to happen within. The way she goes forward is so assertive and greatly contradicts the way she responds to my thirteen year old dog; the second she sees my dog from a friendly walking distance, her sense of assertion melts into a puddle of crumbly mud within the blink of an eye. No matter how small an encounter with someone else, it can serve one like a mountain of sight. Enlightening or confirming, it is connected to you because you took in the sighting. Now it is the way we direct the retina of our mental filters to receive what is constantly taking place before us. Only one would need to keep an eye open, the eye that absorbs the spectrum of Living. I am talking about the School of Life. READ MORE »
HACK № 34: Positive Scales
Howdy Folks, welcome to the thirty-fourth inner dialogue of HACK. If you’ve made it this far, you should trust yourself more often.
First, remember that you chose this. There is no one and nothing else to blame but yourself. Now, say fuck it. Say it out loud. FUCK IT! There, now feel better. At least you’re finally listening to me. Yes, of course I’ve been here all the time. You’re just too busy on your cerebral chatter trip to distinguish me from the other schizos, tricks and hos on your mind.
Relax, it’s just me. I’ve been here the whole time. I got your back. Did you really think I’d leave you?
HACK № 32: Fetters of Correspondence
Howdy Recipients, welcome to the thirty-second communique of HACK. If you’ve made it this far, take comfort in knowing that this is not your life.
This week we’ve got real talk. I’ve chopped up some chats, swiped snippets of salubrious speech, and intertwined some serious oral intercourse with quixotic moments of reflective quietude. In other words, I hacked off pieces of recent convos and rehashed them, some in context and some far out. (I don’t even know what that means.) I rewrote everything after that comma at least six times before moving onto this point. I’d like to thank all the people who knowingly or unknowingly have provided half of this week’s material, though their true identities will remain anonymous. READ MORE »
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