Taste of The Silver Tongue

Never kiss a silver-tongued musician. You’ll only end up choking on their silver tongue, tipped with the most deadly poison of all - empty promises. Never make a promise, kids, unless you intend to go down with it. Never search for love, it’s already with you. Thank You, Father, You eye-opener! You think your mortal darling will follow you beyond the grave? You think the way it feels is important, but it’s not. Satan tempts you with a feeling of monolithic proportions, a feeling that is embodied by the human “love”. Don’t mistake that lust for something real. Guard your heart like there’s some wild, heart-eating giraffe running rampant. Rely on the only true love, God’s love. When you hear the words, “I love you.” from another, don’t take that to the grave. It may be what placed you there in the first place. In the famous words of Forrest Gump, “That’s all I have to say about that.”

P.S. - You Silver-tongued girl, you know who you are. Who needs water when you can swallow the lies you puke.

Sæglópur + + +

I was just going to post the Sæglópur video, but I really thought I'd add in some more for your listening pleasure. =)

Probably one of the most well-known Sigur Rós songs, but one of the most beautiful.
If you don't have the song, you should get it, go outside, find a place to watch the stars, and drink in the sound. Enjoy.



Mark Kroos FTW! Sounds great.



I Dont Want To Set The World On Fire by The Ink Spots



Oh..my apologies, that was the Fallout 3 intro. Cram it, Danya! Seriously though, listen to this song by the Ink Spots, and then go out and play Fallout 3..I don't care if you don't like video games. The story and intense size is amazing. /end geekout>

"She's Got A New Microphone!"

This Is Love (with translation)

Love me some Utada!

Thus, Hope gives Earth blessings, Courage lights the flame, Kindness makes water the source of life and

Pursuit lets wisdom ride the wind.


Everyone needs to go to this site - http://sketch.odopod.com/
Make yourself an account and sketch away. While you're at it, look at other people's sketches.
It's AMAZING.
I personally suck at the sketches, but it's still heap loads of fun!


Today, is going to be a great day, I'm deciding.
It's going to be a day where I take friends to the park and fly kites and climb trees. A day where we sit around and play video games, watch movies and eat snacks.
Today is hangout day. I just decided.

An Atrocity

I just want to comment on this image.



Notice how the mother giraffe feeds on the baby giraffe's eye.
This is a perfect demonstration of the brutality and the horror of animals out in the wild.
In fact, I do not think we should tolerate this abuse any longer.



These horrid creatures also partake in a twisted inter-racial mating act.
How wrong..How disgusting.
I say we hunt down these vile creatures of sin and rid the earth of their depravity.

Endless Star Ocean

I wonder if the moons gravitational pull on the earth is captivating me and pulling me toward it.
At night when the moon rises and the stars fill the sky with an ocean, I stay awake.
My heart feels illuminated by the light reflected off of the moon.
My eyes are bright with a cosmic wonder of the universe.

I think of you.

When the moon sets, busy minds awaken. My mind still floats in the twilight.
It still drifts quietly in a starry ocean. A symphonic wave still fills my ears.
That wave is your voice that emanates from the brightened moon.

The night, how wondrous. You make it never end.

Now A Flame

You're like the andiron that hold me up,
And Your whispers are the air that flows through me.
You ignite me. I am a flame.

I'm losing the home that I thought I had, and the family I thought I knew.
Things are very hard for me. I kind of feel as if I'm becoming bitter.
Not only bitter, but hollow? I guess I can say that's how I'm feeling.
I have to remember that no matter how hard things are for me right now, it is so small in comparison to the universe I reside.
We are so small, and yet we think that we are so big.
Today I discovered something. I was searching for apartments and filling my little head with worry.
Worried about how good my apartment will be, what type of neighborhood I'm in, and worried about the money I'll have.
Then I realized.....
This goes against everything that I /know/. This goes against everything that I believe in.
So I've decided, I don't give a care anymore about how much of rat hole my place is. I need to get myself in line and remember what my calling is.
My calling is to love and maintain my relationship with my Father and my creator who has breathed life into my lungs and provided me with all I need to live for a full 18 years.
My calling is to show other people around the town of Weatherford, the state of Oklahoma, The United States, and the world the same love that I know.
My calling is to build homes, to feed the hungry and to remember that I do not exist.
Bitterness and worry have been consuming me.
Now..I think I'll try something new for a change.

Drink Your Poison

Bentley Stephens always focused on sounds.
Lighting up his last cigarette, the man stares blankly into the smoke that fills the air.
Sitting outside on the curb, he listens closely to the buzzing sound of the cafe's neon lights.
"It feels so good," the man thinks to himself "and I feel so bad."
Bentley Stephens' father criticized him on a daily basis about being weak and worthless. His mother was the biggest influence of his life. She never cared about anything. She didn't care about her husband. She didn't care about Bentley, and most of all, she didn't care about living.
Fighting was common in the Stephens' home.
Bentley would always lock himself in his room. But the walls never could block out the sounds of his parents yelling, or the doors slamming, or glasses being thrown.
When Bentley turned thirteen years old, his mother was found dead by overdose in the family's pool house. Throughout Bentley's teenage years he turned to excessive smoking and drinking. Distraught and saddened by the poor qualities he felt he had, and the terrible living conditions he felt he was in. He was also a great musician. He was known as a recluse, but distancing himself from people gave him time to focus on sounds.
When Bentley turned eighteen, his father threw him out of the only home he knew.
Bentley is now twenty-three. He works at a cafe and he lives in a small apartment. Every day he lights up a cigarette and strums his guitar.
He writes songs about depression and hate, and he feels what he writes.
Bentley is a sad man, transformed by sins around him.

When will Bentley be transformed by something different?

Moon That Never Sets

The Summer warmth never seems to get longer,
ocean never smaller,
and the horizon grows ever longer
taking it's toll on my weary eyes.

My longing is lust, my body wants to melt and turn into dust!
How longing seems to seem, oh it's not exactly what it seems!
I tremble so terribly and my mind becomes it's weakest.

Moonlight never ends and it stays inside of me,
I can't wait for the darker shade of blue to fill that midnight sky.
The moon is shining through the clouds and all I perceive it to be
is a silhouette of our hands.
Together.

Heart hardens, it's growin' stronger,
my self esteem taller,
I even became the keyboard monger,
not wanting to say my goodbyes!

In the daylight world I don't know where I'm supposed to be.
My eyes are becoming hollow and people are asking me "why?"
I tell them I'd sail if only I could get through the ocean's weather.

I'd sail away into the ocean
I'd sail away if only the ocean were smaller.

Never ending moon!
Never ending moon!
You're coming to a close, and It's making me nauseous!
Never ending moon!
Don't collide with the end
of the earth,
not until we meet.
It seems I can't see
without you're silhouette.
Never ending moon!
Never ending moon!
Where does your phantom take me?
Oh, never ending moon.

I'm ready to sleep, it's 12:42 on a school night. I'm glad I vented out this atrocious piece of work. As unappealing to the eyes as it may be, it was so appealing to my heart.
Oh, God, ease the feeling I have and enflame that passion I have to love.
I don't wanna live without helping people. What meaning would I have to live without a struggle, and without self sacrifice..
but my distraction is so so beautiful.

Determination

Lesson of the day, kids!
I go to the Y and exercise with my buddies, Chanda, Beans, and Ethan on a regular basis and we're trying to become big monsters of men, of course.
Generally I use a flat bench press and bench on my own.
If I ever use heavy weight, Ethan or Chandler will spot me.
Ethan, preferably, Chanda always drips sweat on your face when you're trying to be strong.
So, today, I need a heavy duty work out with heavy weight to build strength and mass.
Instead of doing flat bench, I decide to do incline, which is much more difficult than flat bench. =S
The first set, I take the bar, put 45 lb weights on each end and bench for 10 reps.
The 2nd set,(this is where Chanda comes in) we add 10 lbs to each end.
I do 8 repetitions easy.
3rd set, Chanda puts ten more lbs on each side.
I do 8 repetitions, not as easily, but the job gets done.
I decided I was through, but Chanda decided I was just beginning.
Chanda takes 25 lbs and puts them on each end.
I do four repetitions.
I'm exhausted, holding the weight above me and steadily moving downward starting the fifth and final rep.
I struggle, hard, trying to push the weight above me.
The only words I hear are from Chandler: "Don't give up!" "Keep going!" "Be strong!" and other choice words I'll leave out. x)
See, the reason for a spotter when you're working out is to make sure you don't drop the weight and crush yourself. Most spotters would pick the weight up by now, causing you to fail.
Chandler, on the other hand, tells me to stay determined and to keep pushing.
Finally the weight is up. I won.
Lesson of the day, kids! Determination is key! Stay the course, stand steadfast.
If you stay determined, you're probably going to make it.

As far as I'm concerned, every day struggles will help shape my emotions.
The more I push myself, the more I will understand how hard it is to endure through something.
The more I will understand our human emotions.
Maybe struggling will help me to love people more, to have a different perspective on people.

Hammock of Stars

-2 AM-

*My eyes are heavy and my mind is, too.
I filled the day with things I didn't do.
I close my eyes, a sleepy daze
My body enters a dark blue haze.
I walk a lunar field
my pillow and blanket are my shield.
I build my hammock from the stars
and dream of take 5 candy bars.
Celestials swing my makeshift bed
and whisper words of wind into my head. *

Thank God for the gift of sleep.
Thank God for the angels who kiss my mind and give me rest.
Relaxation is on it's way. I need a break from this world.
Dreams give me that due vacation.

Noppera-bō

I've come to translate the story of the Noppera-bo into my life.
A man is walking down Akasaka road where he comes across a beautiful woman on the side of the road.
The woman is face down, weeping. The man feels compelled to console this beautiful woman.
As he arrives beside the woman, he lays his hand on her shoulder and tells her he is there for her and he wants her to be happy again.
The woman stops crying and lifts her head.
The man is shocked. Shocked to find that the weeping woman has no face.
Terrified, the man runs further down the road.
The man comes across a soba vendor.
The soba vendor is fat and is wearing colorful clothes. The soba's aroma fills the man with comfort again.
He is happy that he is back in the comfort of a normal situation.
The man tells the soba vendor about the faceless woman he encountered on the side of the road.
The soba vendor poors steaming noodles into a wooden bowl for the man, and lifts his head.
As the man looks to the soba vendor, he finds that he, too, has no face.

Noppera-bo, also known as Mujina. It is a ghost that appears normal and may even compel you to come closer to it, but once you truly see the Noppera-bo, it's face dissappears.
I can't help but to feel like I become close to Mujina's every day of my life. Come close to people whos faces dissappear.

I myself will try not to become such a faceless ghost.