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Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Built memories.

I just realized something. Our genetic code is dictated by our memories.

Memories, is what your brain references when you, the conscious human, makes decisions about his/her life. The desicions that you, the conscious human, make about your life subsequently then affects your memories once again. A circle of sorts.

Memories --> Experience --> Memories -->Experience  

And on and on we go.

Think, the life you live right now is the result millions of years of memories strung through different species and eras. Think, somewhere in your DNA is the experience of an ape species existent some 100+ million years ago. The evolution of  eons of thought and action surpassing all biological limitation. Evolution defined.

Maybe we are connected after all.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Helping this planet just became a little easier.

Welcome to Energy in Common (EIC) a micro-lending platform which attempts to provide clean sustainable energy to the developing world. How? The partners at Energy in Common have created a service that allows for the lending of dollars by individual parties to any EIC sanctioned entrepreneur. Who exactly constitutes as an EIC entrepreneur? Only someone who is in need of foreign aid to better help their standard of living.

One donated, you can track your loan and see how that money is being spent. Be it, for a clean gas burning stove or solar panel, Energy in Common, will give you a detailed report on what your money is being spent on. Once the loan goes through you have 18 months before you, the lender, sees the money re-paid.
Yes that's right, EIC will let you re-invest the initial loan amount. Brilliant.

At this point, you can choose to re-donate that recovered money to another entrepreneur of your choice, withdraw it from your account or leave it alone to decide for another date.

This brilliant idea of a site not only fosters great thinking but also strong grassroot initiative. Spread this site around to your friends, mothers, fathers, lovers. Share a little bit of your cash to make this world a better place.

 Peace and Love.
http://www.energyincommon.org

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

From where we are all born.

Monday, November 15, 2010

If you are so frequently in love.

An ode to a beard. A beard on my face.

This, on my face, is a beard. A beard that will be shaven off within the next couple of days assuming everything goes to plan. It is a good beard, some may even say, a strong beard. The hairs, they shine in their new found length as do my bristles, who seek commanding union to my face. My beard is a good beard.

So it is here, at this impasse of man and hair, that I bid you farewell. May the crossroads of lazy and I don't give a fuck never meet once again.

Goodbye dear friend.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Sometimes, I like touching my back.

I know it sounds strange to admit something like this but I generally don't like to cut corners on these invisible tracks of self-actualization. Discussions about smooth backs included.

So now, as you sit baffled within my unending barrage of half-pinted idiocy, I urge you to slowly follow the creases within the folds of your skin. Funny feeling no? These little canyons explored delicately by the nails of a debaucherous animal. Every adventure, a new one. This fold has never been seen before, much less felt, so ask yourself: What mysteries do your bunched cells contain? Thousands of tons of atomic power callously strewn aside by a mortal. The power to collapse a million suns into liquid chaos.

Ever think what the universe would look like on a fundamental level? A giant orgy of heat gas and light, each thriving against one another, begging for the others mercy.

My back, is a special place I think.

Let me hear you scream out for more.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Don't FUCK with a gangster.


I feel like a funny guy today.

Did you hear about the frog who parked in the handicap spot? He ended up getting his car toad. I'd also tell you the one about the fence....but you'd never get over it. I could possibly even fathom writing the one about butter.... but i'm worried your just going to spread it.

Much like the two silk worms who had a race to just end up in a tie, these jokes will just end up like the one about the airplane. It's just going to go over your head.

They say a good pun is it's own reword, but I on the other hand want to be like two hats hanging on a hat rack in a hallway, careless while moving on a head. It's kind of like setting one's house on fire, it's quite alarming and much like an old lawyer these jokes never die, they just lose their appeal.

So it is here that I end this verse like two puppets who enter relationships with no strings attached:

What has two legs and bleeds a lot? Half a cat.

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