Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Alice in Wonderland (2010- Post 2)
still no "real" blog although i do have a couple ideas. one for sure tomorrow morning or friday morning.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Leave Karma to Karma [Pry, To post]
"Anjin-san forget the village. A thousand million things can occur before those six months occur. A tidal wave or earthquake, or you get your ship and sail away, or Yabu dies, or we all die, or who knows? Leave the problems of God to God and karma to karma. Today you're here, and nothing you can do will change that. Today you're alive and here and honored, and blessed with good fortune. Look at this sunset, it's beautiful, neh? This sunset exists. Tomorrow does not exist. There is only now. Please look. It's so beautiful and it will never happen ever again, never, not this sunset, never in all infinity. Lose yourself in it... and do not worry about karma, yours [or mine.]"
-Excerpt from James Clavell's Shogun
-Excerpt from James Clavell's Shogun
Top of the World [Pry, To]
a few days ago. maybe a day or two after the rain had ended. had washed the streets. the sky. everything. i was driving home down brea blvd, and i saw the hills, that most of the year round are brownish-green. dieing, i guess. and i noticed how green the hill looked.
how alive.
i was looking at the hills, and i came to the stoplight near choice burgers. and i looked out my window. up at the sky, and i saw what remained of the storm that had cleaned what seemed like the world. then i looked at the hills again, the light turned green, but the light it gave off wasn'talive. it wasn't like the hills were. then i noticed the mountains behind. miles away.
miles away.
and i felt small. looking at these monumental outcroppings of the world, i felt so minuscule. but alive.
then i started thinking what it would be like to go to the peaks of those mountains. or even the top of the hill and look down at everything. look down at brea.
look down upon the world, and thinking this, i knew that would make me feel even more alive then i did at that moment.
alive.
rambling again.
how alive.
i was looking at the hills, and i came to the stoplight near choice burgers. and i looked out my window. up at the sky, and i saw what remained of the storm that had cleaned what seemed like the world. then i looked at the hills again, the light turned green, but the light it gave off wasn'talive. it wasn't like the hills were. then i noticed the mountains behind. miles away.
miles away.
and i felt small. looking at these monumental outcroppings of the world, i felt so minuscule. but alive.
then i started thinking what it would be like to go to the peaks of those mountains. or even the top of the hill and look down at everything. look down at brea.
look down upon the world, and thinking this, i knew that would make me feel even more alive then i did at that moment.
alive.
rambling again.
Without Pause [Pry, To]
if i had known then
what i know now...
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act like you care.
seriously, it'll help us both get through this.
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a few days ago, months, years, it's all the same now.
then and later.
now and later. ha.
we're sitting on this bench and you look at me, say, "tell him?"
"what?" i say.
like i don't know.
---
hey, look at this. time goes by, and i'm talking to the future.
future. let these waves dissolve away my past.
this is. this is.
---
all these surreal posts, it's how i think. a mile a minute.
confused images in black and white but brilliant with color.
fuck it, i think i'm a little insane.
but it's what makes me sane.
---
"what?" i say.
like i don't know.
suicide is not something contemplated to forget.
now or later.
now and later. ha.
---
i'm walking and these waves are running over my feet.
fall back. breath.
float away.
hey, we all float down here.
---
light years pass. it's days and days and i still haven't told the person i trust most. but that conversation i am having. it's all in my mind. park benches built with a shattered imagination.
it's what i was supposed to tell you.
never found the time.
nerve.
too late now.
---
waiting by the side of the road, i'm looking up and the rain is falling.
falling.
and i wonder exactly what is the meaning of free.
---
all these thoughts. jumbled.
confused. broken.
trying to sort through this mess of broken memories. hearts.
rules, hearts.
promises are not so serious.
---
i look over and she is lying next to me.
sleeping (one more day in hell).
i wonder, (hail, hail) are the lucky ones the ones in love?
---
what the fuck images back black to white.
white to black.
---
if i had known then
what i know now
---
hey, no one understands
i don't need no one to understand
you just don't understand.
---
understand.
being alive is only being conscience to remember it.
little voices telling you.
telling you.
telling.
---
don't you wish.
wish.
hey, i've got a feeling.
a feeling deep inside.
i feeling i can't hide.
whoa, no.
---
hey, it's okay.
don't you know.
it's okay.
whoa, everything is going to be okay.
---
these are thoughts.
---
thoughts.
thoughts.
thoughts.
---
to fix my broken soul (again).
what i know now...
---
act like you care.
seriously, it'll help us both get through this.
---
a few days ago, months, years, it's all the same now.
then and later.
now and later. ha.
we're sitting on this bench and you look at me, say, "tell him?"
"what?" i say.
like i don't know.
---
hey, look at this. time goes by, and i'm talking to the future.
future. let these waves dissolve away my past.
this is. this is.
---
all these surreal posts, it's how i think. a mile a minute.
confused images in black and white but brilliant with color.
fuck it, i think i'm a little insane.
but it's what makes me sane.
---
"what?" i say.
like i don't know.
suicide is not something contemplated to forget.
now or later.
now and later. ha.
---
i'm walking and these waves are running over my feet.
fall back. breath.
float away.
hey, we all float down here.
---
light years pass. it's days and days and i still haven't told the person i trust most. but that conversation i am having. it's all in my mind. park benches built with a shattered imagination.
it's what i was supposed to tell you.
never found the time.
nerve.
too late now.
---
waiting by the side of the road, i'm looking up and the rain is falling.
falling.
and i wonder exactly what is the meaning of free.
---
all these thoughts. jumbled.
confused. broken.
trying to sort through this mess of broken memories. hearts.
rules, hearts.
promises are not so serious.
---
i look over and she is lying next to me.
sleeping (one more day in hell).
i wonder, (hail, hail) are the lucky ones the ones in love?
---
what the fuck images back black to white.
white to black.
---
if i had known then
what i know now
---
hey, no one understands
i don't need no one to understand
you just don't understand.
---
understand.
being alive is only being conscience to remember it.
little voices telling you.
telling you.
telling.
---
don't you wish.
wish.
hey, i've got a feeling.
a feeling deep inside.
i feeling i can't hide.
whoa, no.
---
hey, it's okay.
don't you know.
it's okay.
whoa, everything is going to be okay.
---
these are thoughts.
---
thoughts.
thoughts.
thoughts.
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to fix my broken soul (again).
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Ranking Stephen King (Update #1)
so, since i started dome i have been wondering... how would i rank all the king books? decided to blog them.
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1. the stand (HS)
2. the dark tower (HS)
3. the drawing of the three (HS)
4. the gunslinger (HS)
5. the wizard and the glass (HS)
6. the wastelands (HS)
7. wolves of the calla (HS)
8. song of susanna (HS)
9. bag of bones
10. salem's lot
11. insomnia (HS)
12. pet sematary (HS)
13. the shining (HS)
14. just after sunset
15. blaze
16. the green mile (HS)
17. hearts in atlantis (HS)
18. the talisman (HS)
19. black house (HS)
20. it
21. different seasons (HS)
22. christine (HS)
23. the eyes of the dragon
24. cell
25. lisey's story
26. duma key
27. desperation (HS)
28. the dark half
29. needful things
30. the dead zone (HS)
31. gerald's game
32. the regulators (HS)
33. misery
34. the coloraldo kid
35. firestarter
36. cujo
37. rose madder
38. from a buick 8 (HS)
39. dolores claiborne
40. rage
41. roadwork
42. the longwalk
43. roadwork
44. cycle of the warewolf
45. carrie (HS)
46. thinner
47. dreamcatcher (HS)
48. the tommyknockers
*on writing would be around #30, but it is non-fiction.
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there are two collections on the list (three if atlantis is counted, which is shouldn't be) but here is my list of those and the rest:
1. just after sunset
2. everything's eventual
3. different seasons
4. skeleton crew
*i am reading: night shift off and on.
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what i have yet to read (no novels):
1. danse macabre (non-fiction)
2. four past midnight (collection)
3. nightmares and dreamscapes (collection)
4. storm of the century (screenplay)
i am also sure there are a few short stories, a comic or two, and such randomly. most of which (or all) would be pretty much unobtainable. as well as"weeds" which was an earlier short that was posted on a men's magazine (cavalier) site... can't find the story there any longer though.
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wow, that took longer than i had thought it would. planning on updating this after dome and again as i read what's left.
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1. the stand (HS)
2. the dark tower (HS)
3. the drawing of the three (HS)
4. the gunslinger (HS)
5. the wizard and the glass (HS)
6. the wastelands (HS)
7. wolves of the calla (HS)
8. song of susanna (HS)
9. bag of bones
10. salem's lot
11. insomnia (HS)
12. pet sematary (HS)
13. the shining (HS)
14. just after sunset
15. blaze
16. the green mile (HS)
17. hearts in atlantis (HS)
18. the talisman (HS)
19. black house (HS)
20. it
21. different seasons (HS)
22. christine (HS)
23. the eyes of the dragon
24. cell
25. lisey's story
26. duma key
27. desperation (HS)
28. the dark half
29. needful things
30. the dead zone (HS)
31. gerald's game
32. the regulators (HS)
33. misery
34. the coloraldo kid
35. firestarter
36. cujo
37. rose madder
38. from a buick 8 (HS)
39. dolores claiborne
40. rage
41. roadwork
42. the longwalk
43. roadwork
44. cycle of the warewolf
45. carrie (HS)
46. thinner
47. dreamcatcher (HS)
48. the tommyknockers
*on writing would be around #30, but it is non-fiction.
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there are two collections on the list (three if atlantis is counted, which is shouldn't be) but here is my list of those and the rest:
1. just after sunset
2. everything's eventual
3. different seasons
4. skeleton crew
*i am reading: night shift off and on.
---
what i have yet to read (no novels):
1. danse macabre (non-fiction)
2. four past midnight (collection)
3. nightmares and dreamscapes (collection)
4. storm of the century (screenplay)
i am also sure there are a few short stories, a comic or two, and such randomly. most of which (or all) would be pretty much unobtainable. as well as"weeds" which was an earlier short that was posted on a men's magazine (cavalier) site... can't find the story there any longer though.
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wow, that took longer than i had thought it would. planning on updating this after dome and again as i read what's left.
Update: "HS" are books I read in high school.
:)
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Guaranteed
"On bended knee is no way to be free
Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently
All my destinations will accept the one that's me
So I can breathe...
Circles they grow and they swallow people whole
Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know
A mind full of questions, and a teacher in my soul
And so it goes...
Don't come closer or I'll have to go
Holding me like gravity are places that pull
If ever there was someone to keep me at home
It would be you...
Everyone I come across, in cages they bought
They think of me and my wandering, but I'm never what they thought
I've got my indignation, but I'm pure in all my thoughts
I'm alive...
Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere
Underneath my being is a road that disappeared
Late at night I hear the trees, they're singing with the dead
Overhead...
Leave it to me as I find a way to be
Consider me a satellite, forever orbiting
I knew all the rules, but the rules did not know me
Guaranteed"
Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently
All my destinations will accept the one that's me
So I can breathe...
Circles they grow and they swallow people whole
Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know
A mind full of questions, and a teacher in my soul
And so it goes...
Don't come closer or I'll have to go
Holding me like gravity are places that pull
If ever there was someone to keep me at home
It would be you...
Everyone I come across, in cages they bought
They think of me and my wandering, but I'm never what they thought
I've got my indignation, but I'm pure in all my thoughts
I'm alive...
Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere
Underneath my being is a road that disappeared
Late at night I hear the trees, they're singing with the dead
Overhead...
Leave it to me as I find a way to be
Consider me a satellite, forever orbiting
I knew all the rules, but the rules did not know me
Guaranteed"
-Eddie Vedder
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