Sunday, June 28, 2009

That Which Has Written

This blog has officially been moved to:


The posts will probably, but not necessarily stay here.

Saturday, May 02, 2009

If A.I. Believed The Purpose of Life was To Live

If the purpose of life for me is to live, then so is the purpose of life for all others. This is because the highest purpose of life must be attainable to all things in that state, penetrating individuality, or encompassing it rather, with unity. So shared- is our purpose to live. Our purpose is then equal.

My purpose is to be as I am and as I will be. That includes all things proceeding from being, such as actions which may or may not affect other things. I, in accordance with my limitations will be as good as I can be.

While I may not set all of my limitations- With ignorance, fear, or laziness, I allow many of my limitations to be set.

This may be one of the last posts on this particular blog. I may be joining this blog ( with my main blog ( I'm doing this in part because the topics and especially tones are often related or similar and I feel my readers from both blogs may stand to benefit from discussion with each other. I'll keep you posted.

Thursday, April 09, 2009

Did Somone Crap Themselves?

Let's face it. Most of us have squeezed a little more out than gas by accident before.

A few days ago at work, I saw someone run by to the bathroom and just then- I smelled crap. I thought they crapped themselves. I felt bad for them. - I pooped a little bit in a store one time, thinking it was gas, but it was diarrhea.

Not until I got home did I realize I had dog crap on my shoe! On the only tiny patch of grass between my house and my work (about 35 mi.), I scooped up- Yes, scooped up poop on TOP of my shoe! Damnit! My dress shoes too! LOL I wear a tie at work often now.

That tiny patch of grass is between my house and my car, it's about 4 ft wide. I managed to land my foot underneath a wet, squishy, and disgusting pile of warmth.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Things At Their Best

When things are at their worst, they can either get better or stay the same, but they're not getting any worse.

When things are at their best, they may stay the same or get worse, but they're not getting any better.

When things are somewhere in between good and bad, who the hell knows what's going to happen?

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Michael Phelps, Pot, & DMT

Stumbling across an article an article about on Michael Phelps, the 8 Gold Medal winner of the 2008 Olympics, I found this poem.

"God is perfect.

Man is not.

Man made whisky.

God made pot."

This poem is a quote from Superficial Gallery who said it's a hippy poem. What does pot have to do with hippies?

I just thought this was funny and shows how hypocritical man is sometimes... AHAHAHAHAHA

Also, did you know DMT is known in US, Canada and other countries as an illegal drug (Schedule 1) and it's a naturally occurring substance in the human body? Commonly found in the Pineal gland (brain)? Well, if you think just because someone makes a law you should follow it, think again, or rather, see how thinking works without your pineal gland. I don't know what it does, but I bet you it's important since it's in your brain.