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I Don’t Belong Here: Marriage Is For Tools
Marriage is for tools. Now wait, before the irrational reptilian part of your brain begins to immediately object. Let me explain. I do not mean to imply that if you are married, you are a tool. I am actually trying to directly come and state it. That marriage is for tools. You tool. Okay. NOW feel free for your reptilian emotional response. I’m just saying, I’m not drinking the Kool-Aid on this one, gang. Inflammatory remarks aside, marriage is an antiquated social institution that dates back to the days when human beings were considered property. Like? SLAVERY. Just. Saying. People aren’t property. Humans have invented all sorts of new meanings for marriage on a semantic and social level, but at the underlying core it is still about property. At least that’s how I see it through the lens of my outsider logic.
Letters From God: Dear United States Of America
Dear United States of America,
I have to tell you, I’m tired of your shit. I mean, I know I haven’t exactly been around in a while and you’re clearly throwing a fit. But, come on. I’ve obviously moved on. You think I’m proud of humans? Sheesh. Worst idea ever. I definitely learned my lesson. Not that you guys are all bad, but I won’t be making anymore nah mean? 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:
My Substantial Affair With Life: Angel Eyes
Angel Eyes
Gain your angel eyes. It is your soul right to learn such things along your way. There is no losing angel eyes, only gaining dusty lens for eyes. READ MORE »
My Substantial Affair With Life: Put Change In Gear
Put Change In Gear
You are indeed food to my soul
never any more fruit I have ever seen in my bowl.
It’s like you feed me life,
Its important that you know
you make me feel vibrant now
And that life really resounds of goodness and amazing magic.
My Substantial Affair With Life: A Lavender Soapbox
A Lavender Soapbox:
A Few Applications of Life
With weary eyes sitting in the passenger seat, you watch how the streetlight touches the highway. You look at your side and a car is losing speed to yours. As your eyes fall upon the eyes of the driver, there’s a spark of God ever so constant but fleeting in the encounter of your eyes.
Letters From God: I Pretty Much Suck
Hello, once again we find ourselves here at It’s The Crew. I had no idea what I was going to write about this week until about…2 minutes ago? Which, I suppose, doesn’t matter to you because this piece will have been written one way or another and you are reading this whether you like it or not. 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 »
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