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Saturday, 31 October 2009

  • Memories

     These memories are haunting me

    Jabbing like a knife in my head

    I cant pry it out, in agony I scream

    Crying in a ball, I shake in my bed

     

    Acid tears roll down my cheek

    These ants that eat my mind

    Spiting the poison inside of me

    I scream and thrash and cry

     

    I try to cut them out of my head

    Stabbing this knife though my eye

    My blood seeps through the bed

    But the memories still haunt inside

Sunday, 25 October 2009

  • Nudity

    I had the pleasure of meeting a nudist the other day. That inspired me to write a blog. I have all the respect for nudists. In fact, I openly admit that at one point I considered joining a colony, only because I was sick and tired of being around people that exploit the body. I partake in a society, where we cover ourselves with garments that only allow so much to show, in order to be “modest” and not look like a “whore.” The ones that wear less of this “material,” are wearing it in order that they may attract the opposite or same sex in a sexual manner. I guess the fact that I grew up in a European/American household, has made me less afraid to remove my clothing, if it is for non sexual purposes. Personally, I can look at a naked woman, and not think anything of it. Even if I find her to be beautiful. She is a body. Just as a man is a body. Mere flesh, what we all have, that should never be lowered to just a single purpose.

     But then on the other hand, if she is there for sexual purposes, I allow hormones to kick in, and find myself become turned on, and explore my curiosity and wonder. The body is an art form that should never be exploited, but celebrated.

    That is what I admire about nudist colonies.  

  • Anger to humanity

    Why? I am so sick and tired of blank faces, as I try to inform the ignorant and careless. I hate being judged, but my hypocritical side is starting to seep through. I will let it fly out, with out a care of who I offend, or what anger that I may cause. It sickens me how so many in society claim to love animals, yet gorge on their dead corpse as though it was nothing. They wear the fur of animals that may or may not have been skinned alive (If the fur comes from China)…. Smile as they ignorantly use the mascara from companies that have smeared it in the eyes of helpless animals, and sew their eyes shut, just to ensure that the product is “Human safe”. Wash and clean with products, that have chapped and chemically burned the skin of  helpless creatures, just to compose it, just right.

     In all reality, with the technology and knowledge that we have today, we are able to avoid all of these inhumane acts. But no…. it saves money to test the unwilling, innocent, and helpless.

    It tastes good to eat the fried or baked flesh of a being born to live a life of containment and misery, only to in the end, have high pressure air blow a hole in their head, and bleed out as their throats are slit.

    Don’t get me started on the deep south, where I experienced the  “pleasure” of learning, the perfect way to roast a pig, is to cook it alive, because the adrenalin makes the meat “juicy.” Or to boil crawfish alive…

    We (including I) are sick. We live in our homes, built on the destroyed homes of living creatures, and take the life of “these pests.”

    We destroy for our own use, our own pleasure, and our own superficiality. And if that wasn’t enough, nature is littered with old paper bags, soda cups, and cigarettes.

    If we, as a species get wiped out, by a disease, or perhaps something unexplainable, we deserve it, because we do more harm then good.

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Monday, 05 October 2009

  • how

    When your partner tells you to just get over something. Months of hurt…. More hurt then you have ever experienced… brought on by them.

    How do you get over that? Even though you know that they have changed. That they are not the same. And for 3 months, they have shown you this….

     How can you let go? When you try and try and try, finding yourself cry, just from a flashback and memory…. If you want a future with them, and you know what they say is true, no matter how blunt they are to you.

    How can you let go? When they shove it in your face, that they have let go, buried it in a hole, and never let it show.

    But the past haunts you, and you shove it in the back of your mind, but find it still creeping inside…. How can you let go?

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