SleEp DepRivation Test 2

After cleaning up the excreted liquids and leftover dinner meal, i briskly made my way back to my abode.  I had already spent the better part of three hours playing a video game as if mindless and contorted in the POWER position as they call it in the video gaming world.  You know, sitting two inches from a flat panel big screen while exploring a 3d rendered world with a combat rifle, and a mace.

But as the 2 oclock hour rolled by, the monster pumping loudly through my veins like some hellbound express train driven by the big evil himself, i found myself before this terminal to pen the thoughts of sleep deprivation test 2.  Test 1 was quite the rousing success, by fueling up on coffee and Keiths world famous biscuits with gravy, I was able to continue on a path to my home work and morning routine without having had any sleep.  Another accomplishment in and of itself considering that my daily routine poses little challenge, yet yields a decent reward which makes one forget about those minor details.  

Besides its all about what we choose to do that defines, and avoiding sleep is one of those things i aspire to do at this time. To see the shadow of the sandman creeping up behind me, but to always keep a safe distance is the goal.  the magic hour being 4. why? because thats the time i usually hit the second of three brick walls.  All i need to do is make it past 9 oclock the next day, and i can smoothly ride out the rest of the day while actually being productive.

will keep you posted...

Light Bulbs and energy Testicles

i have no focus in writing this right now.
i have no focus on what i want to write, or how i want to communicate.i have no idea how i plan to move forward in this world, unless i can decide on a current plan of action. i have no real desire. it boils down to finding something to give me desire. what is that thing that can give me desire. i dont know. i need to know. i need to find it. i need to kill it. i need to capture it. i need to expand its geographical representation on a map. i need to awaken soon or im going to have slept through the decade long fascination i have with being conscious when the big it happens.

Lets just say, that there will be a process in place, and we will follow a budget for it, and make sure we have quarterly reports. these reports will summarize what we are doing on a weekly basis. these weekly basis reports will be a mix of worldy viewpoints, and urinary dreams. we are just going to get jiggy with it, and will continue to jig it.

Bottom line, i need to refocus or refoocus.

Born to Dream about Chaos

There are those of us in society that have to at one point kill their muse and end the madness of simplicity. There is a question mark in our heads as we grab hold of any weapon we can find, and heading towards the door. Considering the only weapon I held in my hands was a flat headed shovel with rust from years of digging in the mud, I felt strangely enough that this would accomplish the mission. Accomplishments, so few and futile at this juncture in my life. So much wasted energy, so many slaps in the face with moments of non brilliance that one has to wonder if there ever was a moment you contributed. Did you benefit those around you? Did you think that they cared for a moment that your best was probably worth the cum soaked hell that you currently lead into battle. Battling your demons became more important, in order for you to continue past the current point of shit you found yourself shoveling. Did you really think that the shit of God would reach your mouth? Did you look back at your life and imagine the moment you said "I made art," only to be smacked across the lips with the realization that your last bowel movement contained blood to increase the shading technique you saw on some outer space program on a foreign made television. But for fucks sake, you finally have the demons exorcised, and you know what you must do. If it wasn't for that sudden realization, instant ejaculation of hatred, you would not have that murderous intent spelled in your eyelids. You would not be prepared to reap a whirlwind of marrow and human matter upon this bitch of a planet you couldn't fucking stand. That's right, you discovered your softer side, and raped it with a knife. You discovered the beauty in hate, and the simplicity of violence. You awoke to find yourself squeezing the life out of your muse. She looks you in the eye as you continue to pound her flesh furiously with your white knuckles of death row. You let out the assassins smile as bloodlust overtakes your face, as the drool mixes with your sweat from days of dust gone by. Your muse has been asking for this, and you were all to pleased to finally drive the bitch from your mind, and the ultimate realization that there never was a moment of ecstasy in this otherwise overdramatic world in which we piss all over. Your only fear is that this symbolic murder will only last so long, and the desire could be there again, oh lord i don't ask for too much, but please let this feeling return with earnest. OH GOD, WHY DID YOU MAKE THIS SO MUCH FUN! Why did you make our bodies so soft and full of loosely packed atoms for me to turn into a mesh of lifelessness. NO, YOU CAN'T ALREADY BE DEAD!!! YOU ARE?!! The end has arrived, and there is nothing for me to do except to push your flesh deep into the ground on which you died on. There is very little pleasure from this, but there will always be the memories. I can finally replace the masturbation filled nightmares of years of abuse. I know now what can trully make me free...

Barack Hussein Obama. 44th President. Former Illinois Senator. African American. What more needs to be said about this man. He perservered through two years, he survived jabs, barbs, and shots from the other guys, and he managed to come out ahead. Like any election the winner is always remembered, and the loser is quickly forgotten, but in this case, it wasn't about who lost or who won, it was about who changed history. Regardless of who would have won, Obama on top of the campaign heap at the end will be historic whether he fails or not. If McCain would have won, it would have been historic. It was the circumstance surrounding this particular election that had every historian ready to blog, capture, and edit this moment in time. Multiple attacks on American ideals, and ways of life, have left us wanting a figure to change the climate and attitude of disgust we have when asked about politics. Ask anyone and they will give you a laundry list of down points, at no time in my 30 years of living have i heard such negative rhetoric. Enter Obama, a man who completely represents the ideals and the underlying campaign of "yes we can" and "change." He pushed us to believe, now we have to push him to believe. We have to push ourselves to believe that if he could do it, we could most certainly do it. We have to feel that if he believes in America, we have to believe in America. It is always said "it ain't the best game in town, but its the only one," and that is how we have to approach this. We have the best political system in the world, we have the best and brightest men leading it (give or take one or two terms) but we have a system that will check on, and end up smacking the heck out of anyone who decides that they are bigger than the government.

With all that said, its time for America to go to work. Quit Blogging, quit myspaceing, and definetly quit Facebooking at work, and get your company headed in the right direction, and get your career going in the right direction to making that six figure salary. So America quit Screwing around. Lets fix this, and help out Barack.

YES WE CAN!

Choke-a film review

The Film Choke is one of complex relationships, skips in storytelling and narrative, and all around juicyness revolving our protagonist Victor Mancini. An odd character with such hilarious montages of sex and desire, he takes us on a tour of his life, and the story behind the title.

Chuck Pahlaniuk must have had somebody in mind when he wrote this. Chuck must have had some motive for putting our protagonist through hell for an hour and a half, until finally you realize its your mothers fault. A tragic and flawed character who doesn’t necessarily rise above in the end, but does somehow rise, after of course several hurdles that push our character to the brink of what I feel is the end all be all of human society. The bowel movement.

Okay several themes are present in this, bowel movements, and motherhood abandonment/kidnappings. Victor is basically the greatest sex addict since Dan Fielding from Night Court. He has the ins the outs the 411 on how to score, and he has used this ability to foster meaningless relationships with women in order to get back at the one who really ruined his life. But if this turned into your typical “blame momma routine,” you would be wrong. Let’s just leave the bowel movement as something that will become apparent and could be the solution to all of societies problems. Think about it, what cleans the body and the head out more than anything? But enough about that I digress on the greatness of release.

Supporting characters Denny, Cherry, Nico, Paige, and a host of older ladies, nurses, and colonial Americans, make up the eclectic cast of Choke. They add to a rich experience, a blend of breasts, and friendships with such a unique dynamic. You begin to realize that people don’t come into your life, you put people in your life. You populate it with those you choose, not the other way around. Victor is no exception as he does his best to introduce us to a slew of loose tawdry relationships that end in the inevitable with him. But again, its part of the fun.

The son of Jesus? A farfetched storyline that ends with closure, but the ride is what counts. You are transported from end beginning to end, and then your life, your hopes your dreams, all smashed in one falsetto of a swoop.

Choke is not for the Sarah Palins of our world, or the Tipper Gores, but it is one for the library. An experience, almost like the book, where you need to visit it once, but returning to the depravity again would be a bit much to ask of anyone.

Worth seeing at home on your plasma, not worth seeing in the theaters.

An American in Paris or a Dead American in the ground in Paris

Jimmorrison must be stoppped. Oh wait. He was.

Shed a tear, for the most popular grave in Paris.

London Underground

Mind the Gap-as in don't fall down in between the train, and the tracks....

the fear nots

I fear not therefore i am not

Don't mess with the Bobby's

Fun Times in London.

marching

i dont know, i just look at the wall of soldiers marching, and think to myself, this could be a common occurrence for years to come. We are attempting to fight a way on several fronts, and something says, there is no easy way to answer any of these questions. The united states octopus has its tentacles in every corner of the globe. its a comic book hydra with the world under its collective weight. a network that is ever expanding, susceptible to corruption, and always under attack. Good luck soldiers, good luck brothers, and sons, and remember that you have a chance to do great things after some of the life changing shit that happens to you when you're there.

Jimi Hendrix-No haiku can do you justice, no guitar magic can steer you wrong. Spanish Castles, watchtowers, and Obamas, lead us to this point in history. Exploration, vigilance, and visionaries like yourself have created an unecessary good in the pits of our souls.

Jimi Hendrix had two things we didn't have, a gifted left hand (which seperates him from billions), and of course his ability to convert sound that he hears into the sound that he want to hear.

amazing.

Encyclopediatician - my word i took it COPYWRITE THIS

Hi mom hi dad, I copywrited a word, and now I feel like I am on top of the world. Figure it out, and get to it.

EnCyCloPediaTiciAN- encyclopediatician - encyclopediatician - Now you see that I own the word, and the definition-an unlicensed genius in the field of encyclopedia knowledge.

So an unlicensed genius is defined as one who defines themselves as having a genius idea. for example, any individual who decides that they want to update a wikipedia entry. Let's put this word to good use, and use it as often as we use the word recalcitrant. Perhaps more even, if that's not asking too much of my audience.

Encyclopediatician. And yes it will say you are misspelling it, but just focus on the way I wrote it. Is that clear?

product review frankenstein mask

bulky, heavy, doesnt look good on miniature asian women.

kind of looks baggy, and quite possibly not cool.

however, it provides hours of entertainment, and edutainment.

you can't put a price on that.

posehn insane

he looked, he continued to gaze. bloody thoughts, murderous leech, divine genius, all rolled into one.  a primitive state for one to be in, but obviously at comic con 2007, thats the norm baby

I WANT ALL OF YOU TO LOVE ME FOR WHO I AM...

the kit kat clock knows know lies

tick it ricked, tick it ricked, it constantly ticked and ricked, and didn't stop. there was little, very little anyone wanted to do, but very little was the key for the day.  tick it ricked, tick it ricked, and finally it had to end, i had to end it, i had to share my fist, with it, and finally with that, it ricked no more...

set to the background music of kathy and tony

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