Unnecessary Divine.

It is often I wonder about god and ask, why do we care so much? It is here that I ask about our obsession with "creator" and conclude, does it really matter? Why do we feel the need to be involved with something, that is supposedly everything? Are we so obsessed with an attempt to comprehend an "All" that in the end we lose focus of an actual truth, namely our very own humanity? So I ask you again, does god in the end really make any sense at all?

Even if such entity existed and life was illusion, do you not think our own cognicity would be enough to superseed?. In the end we are nothing more but matter manifested. Thus we remain quarks, strings and thoughts amalgamating themselves into something VERY real. A talking, breathing, loving human. A life lived through the observation of control. A quantum gasp found in a breath.

Conclusively, I don't really mind if universe and time itself were pre-determined simply because I KNOW (be it under false illusion), that I converse under the action of free will. I KNOW my every action impacts a soul and I KNOW what reciprocal effect that may levy unto my body. There will be no saving grace to come and rescue me, nor will there be any otherworldly to come scoop me up when I fall.

I have only me to count on. My life, my body, MY one.

Lets say a symbiotic universe existed. Let us for a moment imagine a working wonder stored in the chaos. What then? Do we try and pick up few skeleton pieces found in long dead stars, or do we start to listen to the hopes and wishes of our very own living throbbing brain?

Perhaps it is just heaven we are obsessed about. A supposed "perfect" only achieved in death. It is here that I sit and converse once again. Why it is necessary to subscribe to something that in the end cares about nothing but killing you?

A vicious god she is.

We live in world so jaded with love that our eyes have ceased fathom the Eden in which we walk. What, I then ask, are we searching for that cannot be found on this planet? What are we so sad about, that cannot be achieved within this human breath?

Love? Peace? All that remains. We experience this in our everyday lives. Your mother. Your father. Your lover. Your friend. Why do we need a god to make that valid?

Fuck omniscience I say. The bitch didn't know love until we showed it.

Little Girl

Today it was clarrified to me, that pants hanging halfway down your ass is drawn up as indecent exposure.

Now seeing as bums laced in white "Sportman" boxer briefs are quartered into the same category as say a, flasher giving an old lady the old one eyed snake, I figured a strong rebuttal against archaic procedure is in order.

As any loyal follower would remember, I once wrote a piece concerning my flat ass and the unbridled prejudice I encountered due to such an unfortunate genetic mishap. There prejudices were/are namely centered in the account of verbal obscenities drawn within correlative remarks about flat walls and rectal cavities. Not cool.

Look, low hanging jeans just make me feel comfortable ok? I don't enjoy the bunching I receive in the frontal pelvic cavity, nor do I sympathize with inseam that magically transposes itself into cracks better left unamed. A 4 inch spacer between the waist and belt is all I ever needed.

Also, did you ever even think that I might actually ENJOY waddling around like a self-righteous penguin? No. No you didn't. Its called empathy you sociopathic nutjob. Get some.

Anyways, I should probably let these institutions know that as of today I am declaring my low hanging jeans, as sanctioned by fresh UN law, a relief effort garnered upon flat bums everywhere. Viva La Levis.

Hello Mr. Robotoman.

How are we today? Are we looking for more lube Mr. Robotoman? Have your buckets gone rusted?

Do not worry Mr. Robotoman, for do I have some hope for you yet! I have here, a 2L bottle of baby oil made with nothing but the best blood sweat and tears of a hungry Somalian child! Do not fear Mr. Robotoman, no-one will catch you! No-one will hear of your squeaky joints as you approach in feint steps. Quiet Quiet Mr. Robotoman, this is what we sell. Only $5.99.

I started to watch and read alot of news on my day off today.

Not a good idea.
Yikes.

G from the stage with an abundance of change.

Granted, life is funny.

Whats even funnier however, is when people dwell in the preconcieved notions of your own life.

And then act so assuming they have you figured out.

LOL. Keep dreaming boys and girls, cause you don't know shit...ok?

:)