The Stain on HumanityYou know what really grinds my gears? The utter stupidity, arrogance and ignorance of humanity. Plain and simple.
First of all you N.I.M.B.Y. types need to grow up and realize that you are not living in some dream world out of a movie. Welcome to reality, population EVERYONE. I do not care if you think that windmill farms look like shit, if you think they make noise, if you think they will harm nature, if you think they will make the landscape unattractive or whatever excuse you can come up with. If you really worried about this world looking like shit you would not pollute it, you would be organizing an annual cleaning committee in your neighborhood or you would actually pick the litter you pass by so many times a day. If you were really worried about noise you would not drive your car, you would not own an air conditioning unit for your home, and you would not own anything that made noise for that matter. If
My First TimeI will never forget my first time.
I had butterflies in my stomach anticipating what was to come.
Impatiently I fidgeted with anything I could get my hands on.
The waiting, the wanting becoming more than I could tolerate.
The mood was set by the lack of lighting, and plenty of heat.
The sweet smell of the aroma in the air had a calming effect.
I still to this day do not remember how it all began.
What I do remember is nothing more than a few blurry images.
The sweat dripped down my body as I gave it my all.
I fell into your embrace with a smile on my face.
I knew at that moment I had found true love.
It when then I became .
A SLAVE TO THE RAVE!
What did you think I was talking about?
Sick pervs, hehehe
I Wonder What IfEver sit back and wonder what if? Well a few days ago a moment in time stuck in my head and I analyzed it tirelessly.
It was one summer afternoon and work was done so I ventured down the road to wait for the bus, why I was at another bus stop I will never know. I was about to walk home after I realized the bus was late, hell the weather was begging me to enjoy it. But then she appeared, nothing special about her I mean this is not some fantasy type world in which the most gorgeous girl walks around the corner in some scantily clad outfit oozing lust as if she was born with the look, you know that look that could seduce any straight male. But there she was. You ever get a vibe from a person, as if there were some sort of energy pulling you two together, almost as if you two would be the best of friends, if only you both knew. Well I can say that those 15 mins were something I won't forget.
Now I sit and wonder just how I
Huh?So its not every day that I come across something so thought provoking that I actually stop everything that I am doing and concentrate solely on a given subject although I so have to say that for once in a very long time many things are starting to fit together. The last part of the sentence may sound a bit odd but imagine yourself at a table with a puzzle in front of you, a puzzle which has more pieces than you can count and a puzzle that of which you have never seen before. But this is no ordinary puzzle for it has no edges, and there is no ending.
Are you scratching your head wondering what the hell I am talking about? I am too.
As you begin to connect one piece to another you will undoubtedly begin to draw conclusions as your mind is racing for an answer to the countless questions that arise throughout this process of your construction of the puzzle. With each answer comes an array of questions, questions that you unconsciousl
Our Struggle is Their StruggleSince I have begun tutoring on Saturday afternoons I have noticed the same two individuals sitting outside of the market every week. One who I assume is homeless, and the other plays his keyboard and sells his CDs of what I can only guess is polka music. Every week I drop some change into the case for the musician and I would usually give a dollar or two to the homeless man as well whenever I can. Now I am currently unemployed and I am literally broke. Yet I still am willing to give what I can. Since I am weary of simply giving money to the homeless I have started going through the market and looking for items of food that only cost $1 and giving them to in homeless person instead.
I am not boasting, nor do I wish to receive any type of praise from anyone. What I would like you to do is to ask yourself this question; What makes you a better person than the homeless or what makes them any less of an individual