In whichever (edited version) of the bible you choose to read, you may come across chapters in Leviticus, backed by passages in Roman as updated in the new testament, that say homosexual relations are an abomination:
Leviticus 18:22
"'Do not have sexual relations with a man as one does with a woman; that is detestable"
Leviticus 20:13
"'If a man has sexual relations with a man as one does with a woman, both of them have done what is detestable. They are to be put to death; their blood will be on their own heads.
And, if you take the word of the bible as literal and choose this as your own view, you can have that as a belief. So unconfessed sins of homosexual relations condemn those who practice them.
What I do not believe you can do, however, is only take *some* verses in the bible as written truths without taking ALL verses in the bible as truth. This means many people have unconfessed sins, and just about 98% of the world is going to hell unless they confess, and those seem like some huge sinful numbers over issues that might not be seen as so important, even by Christians who read the bible today. I think homosexuality is one such position that has changed in modern times, along with a few other examples I'll introduce.
The bible was a book written 2,000 years ago to give a base reference for the Catholic/Christian religions gaining popularity at the time, and reflects values and belief of that time, some 2,000 years ago.
So, if you choose to believe the word of good as written in terms of same-sex relations, you cannot choose then to ignore other verses in the bible, and must believe them in inherent truths as well, right? And we must specifically confess for sins made, lest they hang about our souls as weights that keep us from heaven? In modern society, we could spend a whole afternoon confessing and most likely still be missing a few, as they are written.
And we must, if we take those passages from Leviticus condemning homosexuality as true, take every verse of the bible as equally true. Otherwise, that means you could just choose what parts to believe and what parts to deny. That doesn't seem correct or fair, to interpret and modernize some, while still holding the text of others as infallible.
Therefore...
No more seafood, as the same chapter also declares this "an abomination",
Leviticus 9:10, "All that have not fins and scales in the seas, and in the rivers, of all that move in the waters, and of any living thing which is in the waters, they shall be an abomination unto you."
Slavery is okay, and people are possession to be bought, sold, inherited, as long as they are not your Israelian relatives. Again, also found within Leviticus.
Leviticus 25:44-46, "You may purchase male or female slaves from among the foreigners who live among you. You may also purchase the children of such resident foreigners, including those who have been born in your land. You may treat them as your property, passing them on to your children as a permanent inheritance. You may treat your slaves like this, but the people of Israel, your relatives, must never be treated this way."
Ephesians 6:5 "Slaves, obey your earthly masters with deep respect and fear. Serve them sincerely as you would serve Christ."
Also in Exodus, 21:7 there is reference to slavery being just fine.
Death by stoning for not listening to your parents by the council of elders is permitted (are you seeing where some of these ideas held at the time are not as acceptable now?)
Deuteronomy 21:18-21, "If a man have a stubborn and rebellious son, which will not obey the voice of his father, or the voice of his mother, and that, when they have chastened him, will not hearken unto them: Then shall his father and his mother lay hold on him, and bring him out unto the elders of his city, and unto the gate of his place; And they shall say unto the elders of his city, This our son is stubborn and rebellious, he will not obey our voice; he is a glutton, and a drunkard. And all the men of his city shall stone him with stones, that he die."
Deuteronomy 22: 20-21, "But if this thing be true, and the tokens of virginity be not found for the damsel: Then they shall bring out the damsel to the door of her father's house, and the men of her city shall stone her with stones that she die: because she hath wrought folly in Israel, to play the whore in her father's house: so shalt thou put evil away from among you."
Exodus 35:2, if you have a busy week and work all the days in that week, you will be put to death, "For six days, work is to be done, but the seventh day shall be your holy day, a day of sabbath rest to the LORD. Whoever does any work on it is to be put to death."
Refusal to accept anyone with handicaps or disability into chuch (I trust you let blind people into church now if they asked admittance, right, without praying for forgiveness for doing so?)
Leviticus 21:17-23 "Whosoever … hath any blemish, let him not approach to offer the bread of his God. For whatsoever man he be that hath a blemish, he shall not approach: a blind man, or a lame, or he that hath a flat nose, or any thing superfluous, Or a man that is brokenfooted, or brokenhanded, Or crookbackt, or a dwarf, or that hath a blemish in his eye, or be scurvy, or scabbed, or hath his stones broken … He shall not go in unto the vail, nor come nigh unto the altar, because he hath a blemish; that he profane not my sanctuaries."
No playing football, they are all sinners.
Leviticus 11:8, "You must not eat their [pig] meat or touch their carcasses [that's the football]; they are unclean for you."
No women in positions of power, (you do believe in equality for men and women now, don't you? But not for homosexuals, based on the same scripture that says not even women deserve respect)
Timothy 2:11 "I permit no woman to teach or have authority over men; she is to keep silent."
In the King James version, being the most commonly read, they have *changed the passage to reflect the change in times* though it is still dicriminatory, to "Let the woman learn in silence with all subjection."
If you disobey god, you will eat your babies, (Are you hopefully seeing some things in the bible cannot be taken so literally?)
Leviticus 26:27-30, "If in spite of this you still do not listen to me but continue to be hostile toward me, 28 then in my anger I will be hostile toward you, and I myself will punish you for your sins seven times over. 29 You will eat the flesh of your sons and the flesh of your daughters."
And last, again from Leviticus, we must extend love to all, (strange to find this passage in so much hate)
Leviticus 19: 17-18, "Thou shalt not hate thy brother in thine heart: thou shalt in any wise rebuke [reason with] thy neighbor, and not suffer sin upon him. Thou shalt not avenge, nor bear any grudge against the children of thy people, but thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself: I am the Lord."
I can assume your position is that YOU can love them, but god will judge them. In this case, hardly anyone is getting into heaven, and you'll have millions of good people breaking ancient rules of the bible not being let through the gates of heaven, punished for rules most don't follow because it is 2,000 years later, and we know eating seafood is not an abomination, along with many other observed changes from growing together as a people that will however go unconfessed, and stain our eternal souls.
Unfortunately, I don't think any of this will change your positions. This is part of my issue with religion, the world and the people in it are changing ideas and finding ways of incorporating other beliefs from other societies that religious texts can't take account for. Therefore, you can't rely on only a religious text to purport beliefs, otherwise we'd have no sin for owning slaves but have sin for playing football with the family. At some point--and it took far too long--we realized slavery is unjust and immoral, and touching leather doesn't make one unclean. Don't you think so? Or do you still agree with the bible? Changes of beliefs progressed our societies and expanded our capacity for love--something god should have wanted, as his base message has been one of love. As with slavery and other positions now immoral or not relevant in current times, a person's sexuality should not be considered an abomination, and instead we should find a new capacity for love. And no, there is no slippery slope into bestiality, as that practice was around before god was here and is still happening now, but no one is coming forward to claim tax benefits and the right to marriage with their sheep, and there would be no point in doing so--nor would it affect the lives of anyone if someone did go around saying "I married my sheep" because he would be judged in current times as being crazy. I, however, don't think two humans loving each other is crazy. It infringes on the dignity of *people* to dictate from an outdated religious text what rights can be granted to them by the state. God didn't create marriage, marriage existed well before Jesus and the bible became well known, the bible just gave it certain rules. American government is founded on ideals of freedom, including freedom religion. Making people conform to a chosen religion is to take away that freedom, because it is forcing the religious ideals of one community to another that does not wish to have that set of beliefs. And the state protects the right of those people outside of religious qualms. If a person wants to disagree with their choices as an individual, that is another conversation--they are entitled to their opinion and belief. The summary of my points is there is no right to discriminate against the LGBTQ community through the state, nor is their legitimate ground to discriminate via religion, or that person would need to take all parts of the bible as written truths, being unable to choose which parts of holy scriptures they choose to believe and not believe.
You can disagree with this, that's fine. I'm just hoping you can at least see this way of thinking from a less biased perspective and respect the choices of other people, extending a godly love, and not damn them to an abomination based solely on scripture.
I ask that you look into your heart, your idea of love, look past the scriptures, and find a place for those with ideas differing from your own. Ask yourself, not the bible, then see how their ideas affect your own and whether it is worth continuing to discriminate against them as less than regular people. Marriage is joining two souls in a unity of love. I wouldn't want to believe hell awaits for finding love in this world.
Brent Danley Jones, Writer
I am a word-smith of fictions, poems, opinions, and other worlds.
Welcome
Here you will find a record of all things fiction and the thoughts generated through clear lenses. All posts older than 12/16/2013 are works of thirst-quenching fiction you should explore freely, while everything onwards becomes what has struck the bell in my brain and turned into words. Enjoy!
Friday, September 4, 2015
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
Cause For Alarm
[[This is a poem for the Lit Bulb programme. The bulb has been lit!]]
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Cause For Alarm
Cause For Alarm
by Brent Danley Jones
There is a fatty fat bumblebee on the
window sill
Next to the flowers and infront of the
trees
Under the shutter brought in with the
breeze
After adventuring a thousand miles
He comes to stop and rest a while
The eve grows young as the days turns old
He must arrive home before onsets the
cold
Baby spots him first, lets out a squeal
A tasty morsel sized snack before next
meal
Little Sarah notes next, gives off a
shout
Letting all know a bumblebee is about
Little Danny sees him now without fear
He runs for his weapons, enemy is near
Momma has not a clue what to do
She flees the room in panic, nothing new
Daddy's now got his newspaper ready
He arches the media back, holds steady
There is a fatty fat bumblebee on the
window sill
So much trouble by one bee was bred
He starts up and his motor and away he
fled
Monday, April 20, 2015
To Lead
by Brent Danley Jones
One clean shot sent spiraling through
the right eye dropped another of the shambling terrors we once called human.
Hear the rattling wheeze, on instinct turn right, a swing successfully severs
the spinal column between the sixth and seventh vertebrae just at the base of
the neck, producing a ring and chuck sound felt down the sharpened
steel, snapping the imitated life out of another abomination. A quick glance to
the left revealed Ray, a baker by trade, experiencing difficulty disposing of
his dreadful foe as a state of panic crept into his addled mind.
Poor guy. And it’s only one.
Accuracy
decreased as the rate went up, with death dripping nearer. The ghoulish figure
advanced, outlined in the dim glow of a distant fire, pressing forward unfazed
by the shots passing through its body, as shrapnel of bone and flesh ricocheted
away. To fear is to be human, and Ray found himself being bared down upon by
something without fear.
Not
wanting more precious ammo to be cast without reason backing the bullet, the
sights on my old hunting rifle even themselves with the ear and loose one shot
through the left and out the right. A low, bellowing moan let out by the
falling foe brings a queer relief as another beast slips back into death. All
grew still now, silence falling like the comfort of a familiar quilt around us.
Ray’s eyes were still as wide as exhaustion would let them go.
They
always think they’re ready.
A
quick kick gets us through the door of a neighboring building as the smell of
mildew on linen floods to greet us. A clothing store, ‘Trinities’. Gathering inside,
we throw on the gas lamp, reload and recoup.
A
number of frumpy sweaters and skimpy dresses still cling to hangars, some
barely holding on, each with a pricetag. Assumed value. Thirty-five dollars for
the loose fitting blue one with the big red pockets. It kind of takes you back.
A time when paper could be traded for goods, and metal discs could buy food. I
rip the jumper from the hooks and stuff it in my tuckerbag over a few remaining
biscuits, maybe to use later. Funny. This used to be called “stealing” and now
it’s just “living”.
I
hated resorting to guns, ammo’s not easy to make. Machetes don’t run out of
bullets, but putting a rifle on rock ‘n’ roll beats dying. Shoulda took the semi-auto
instead of Ray, but he’s lacking in cool hands, my two to his zero. Also
shoulda known we’d hit a swarm, the place looks untouched for a reason: it’s
crawling with death. Running some quick mental math says we got about seven or
eight minutes until anything in earshot drags itself to our position. Shame.
Would like to have reset my sight.
Ray’s
still out of breath and we don’t bother with words. He knows the scolding
that’s waiting there for him. Slumped down beneath an old world calendar, with
some picture of a baby goat on a stump, he lets his head hang, not wanting to
make eye contact—or any kind of contact. That’s good. Part of you needs to die
for the rest to live sometimes.
A
strange thing that at a time like this previous memories would work their way
back in, sending a dull spark to the part of nostalgia we just don’t talk about
no more. Calendar on the wall says April 10th. It’s my birthday. As
I shove unfired shells into the chamber of my mechanical best friend, my pace
with the shells slows.
The
emotion numbing armor lifts for but a moment in thought—living life like this
is just like waiting to die, right? What will happen if we manage to fend off
the oncoming onslaught and get back to Base? We will enjoy another week, maybe
two, of paranoid fear from this ghastly oppression. Slowly we steep into
insanity, behind our little walls within the confines of Base until the order
trickles down the chain for me to take to the streets again, hoping a sharp
blade and hot lead is enough to drown out the sound of my own delusions and
follow the mission. Repeat the same cycle. Again. Vicious in its repetition.
Salvation seems steeped in death.
Scattered
notions buzz like corpse flies, a sickly contamination spreads through my mind.
It’s not the first time—but reality jerks me back, out of the soul, stained salvation,
and death, back into 'Trinities' clothing boutique, where a familiar sound
grows louder than the offensively colored clothing. I hear tears. I hear the
human heart beating, and scared. I spin my head around fast and see a baker
named Ray, his kicked-dog face buried in a fuzzy magenta frock grabbed off the
counter. I stare at this blatant example of emotion and see a fear so different
from mine. Ray's little mishap may be the closest in life he’s ever felt to
death, something with no greater thought than fear needed to justify terror.
Ray is human. Have I lost my fear? Death of dying in living life, all is in the
mind, but the breathing and sputtering mass of man in front of me now is real,
present, and washing the blue from his eyes. His senses are still acute, like
all survivors, and note he’s being watched. Ray lifts his sunken face from its
rosy resting place with the look of a lost child. I realize what I am meant to
do. I stare back into frightened Ray's blue eyes.
“Shut
the hell up, stand up, move out. Shoot like that again and I’ll shoot you,
you’re not worth the ammo you’re wasting. Want to live? Shoot straight, once,
and in the head. Got it?”
And he nods.
Weapons in hand, we leave out the back
door.
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
The Facebook, It Lives
Now that I've moved into trying to push my word-meshes under the nose and for the eyes of various digital and print publishers, there exists a page where my progress will be charted for ages to come.
https://www.facebook.com/BrentDanleyJonesWriter
From there, updates will be posted irregularly with good news.
Salutations!
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From there, updates will be posted irregularly with good news.
Salutations!
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Flash Fiction: Belfry, 2090
BELFRY, 2090
by Brent Danley Jones
BRIDGES & BELFRIES
by
Brent Danley Jones
"It
was a roll of the dice from the start, wasn't it?" said Erina, exasperated
and sucking in the cold air that stings your lungs when it’s from so high in
the sky. Her black body suit kept her core temperature regulated, though at
times she liked to feel the brisk chill again.
"Observant
as ever," Leif commented calmly as he coiled rope. His huge hands made it
look like thread. “You knew it from the start. Pay that good comes with a
catch. But now this is taking way too long, and I’m getting a twinge fearful
we’re in over our heads here. The bridges may shift before we get this oxy-tech
prototype back down.” He took the length of silk hemp and stored in back in the
many folds of his green and brown robes hiding metallic storage bins beneath.
"
’Fraid’a heights?”
“Shut
your pretty mouth,” Leif snapped back in a low voice.
“So,
that’s a ‘yes’.” Erina figured out by now he wasn’t the kind of merc that
relieved stress by having a laugh. What a bore. "I know, suck at gambling,
but I'm a sucker for taking chances. Besides, worst that happens is they catch
us, ban our gen-sequence, and erase our existence from the Sphere. No
biggie," she said wearing a relentless grin.
She
disappeared below the bridge, slashed a bundled wirepack hidden beneath the
walkway connecting the next belfry, and rolled back on the stone.
Ducking
in the doorway, Leif praised her in his head but not out loud; such deft,
seamless movement was a deadly effective feature for a merc, though she still
had a lot of punch in her as well. Leif could tell Erina was much more serious
about the job than her exterior would lead on. He felt an itch crawl up the old
rash on his back. The plan he had in mind might be more of a gamble than
lifting the prototype proved to be.
After
a brief pause, they peered out and watched the glow from another storm sentinel
fade. The bluish tint in its crafted eye sockets grew grey and hollow as it
slumped, still standing upright.
"And
who even uses electric-based guard sentinels anymore? It’s outdated. And
tacky,” Erina teased the dead rock sentry. The duo huddled low and made their
way across. She could taste the precipitation in the clouds. Erina clawed open
the back of the sentinel, carefully cutting out scrap and pocketing it for
resale. Leif checked the dynamic prints. Still another 200 gridblocks to go.
Problem was, structures in the Netherlands developed a tendency for changing
shape on you. Organic architecture was received like the rapture among the
builders, but made breaking and entering even harder than before.
Leif
looked out from the terrace, scanning for the next tower in the spider web maze
of belfries and bridges. He focused on each peak, using the GUI in his eyes in
attempt to discern which had the televator they needed to descend. “No clear
sign, little lady. Gonna have to keep navigating and hope the bridges don’t
shift.” He signaled the all clear, and the two crouched, staying low, striding
across quietly so as not to be detected from below. He sighed when his eagle
eyes picked up the signature of another storm sentinel along the next causeway.
He
sighed, indicating his exhaustion outstripped his worry. "It just makes a
mess, it does. Has to be the twelfth one we're gonna knock out. Wires. I guess
no matter how secure the location, not everyone can afford the lodestones for
power. Even more so when they don't know what they really have."
"Maybe
we're in the wrong business, and we should be harvesting the sparker gadgets of
these lugs. Sell 'em back to whoever still makes them." Erina executed
what was now a practiced routine of hooking off the bridge with her claws and
slashing a wired core beneath.
Safely
through the doorway of the belfry, Leif guessed there would be another six
towers before arriving at the center spire, lost in the web of bridges
suspended by towering peaks in the sky. Leif kept one eye on the schematics and
another looking for any avi-bots making overhead scans and a third inner eye on
Erina. She seemed to be enjoying herself, taking micro-pics of the stonework
and the masonry as they ascended endless stairs. Nevermind that chance of
getting erased being one capture away.
"Oh,
Leify, look'it that one! It looks like a star made out of butts."
"Quit'cher
ass-hattery and keep your head in the game. We have to find which tower will
lead us closer to the Outgrounds before Stillion's other mechanical minions
hone in on our locale," Leif said in between light wheezes from non-stop
movement. "I still I can't see why we've gotten this far without better
resistance."
"You
may be underestimating what we can do now that we've... enhanced ourselves a
bit."
"Yeah,
but I ain’t takin’ no chances. I’m not like you.” "Whatever you say, big boy! Ooh, look at that! Stained glass
griffons, almost as good as the original even when replicated." It was
quiet enough to hear the faint click of the micro-pic cam as Erina stored the
images. “I can’t believe the one that made this structure and got all those
scholarly prizes was also the same asshole trying to steal the air from the
sky.”
“Doesn’t
matter, someone else will pay us more to steal his shit than he would to
protect it. I don’t really care what they do with this oxy-whatever tech,” Leif
patted his side pocket, even though he knew the prototype wasn’t in there.
Erina had a fair share of new tech on her, and in her. He had since discerned
lie detection wasn’t one of the new additions.
"Right,
you know, sometimes I still wonder if we’re the good guys or the basen--"
BOOM. A thud through the wall knocked the whole of the belfry two inches to the
left, and a bloodbank automaton came in from the open air. A wall crawler left
unchecked.
"I
knew this couldn't go well forever," Erina lost the playful charm in her
voice, sounding as old as Leif looked now.
"Hm.
Deal with it. You don’t have any blood in you now. It can’t do anything but
pierce your skin and suck out gel.”
"Ha,
guess you're right," she said, then jumped claws bared into the path of
the advancing bot, aiming for legs. "Now, get ready to knock out the
integrity board’s connection to the powercell, that should shut him up, and we
can strip it after. We really should’ve go into the scrap business!"
She
scratched one leg to open the machine at a weaker point, metal nails shredding
the gears of the bloodbank sentry, the sound echoing off the towers with a
sharp pitch, but not before a stony limb hit its mark right in her side,
leaving dozens of tiny needle cones piercing her armor and digging into her
flesh, sending her sprawling against the opposite wall of the belfry.
"Crap,
ahh… guh. This not having blood thing means this won't hurt as bad, huh
Leif?" She felt a bit faint, curious, since it could draw out the gel in
her skin, though that shouldn’t affect her.
She
turned to check if Leif was ready to move up and get inside the stone brute now
that his gearing was exposed. All she saw behind her was the end of a silk rope
dangling from an archway, blowing in the breeze.
Sunday, March 1, 2015
The Funniest Jokes
Knee-slappers? More like face-slappers.
Please enjoy the immense pain derived from the tragedy of these amazing jokes.
These were gathered into an anthology of groaning from the darkest corners of the internet. Haha jokes , funny jokes , oh man , someone please throw cold water on me.
What does an angry jalapeno do?
Gets jalapeno face!
What do you call an alligator in a vest?
An investigator!
Why does the little mermaid wear seashells?
Because A shells and B shells were too small!
What did the sea cucumber say to the mollusk?
With fronds like this who needs anemones?
What do you call a fish with no eyes?
A fsh!
What do you call a dictionary of drugs?Addictionary.
How do you know Indians were the first people in America?
Because they have reservations!
Why wouldn't the shrimp share his treasure?
Because he was a little shellfish!
What did the Buddhist say to the hot dog vendor?
Make me one with everything!
What does a vegan zombie eat?
Graaaaaaainss!
Where did George Washington keep his armies?
In his sleevies!
What was Beethoven's favorite fruit?
BA-NA-NAAAAAA
What is a pony with a cough?
A little hoarse!
A magician was driving down the road...
... then he turned into a driveway!
Why is there no gambling in Africa?
Too many cheetahs!
Why are all the frogs around here dead?
Because they keep croaking!
Why did the cowboy adopt a wiener dog?
He wanted to get a long little doggy!
Have you heard about the corduroy pillow?
It's making headlines!
What do you call a psychic midget who escaped from prison?
A small medium at large!
BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE!
A dog walks into a telegraph office, puts $1 on the counter and says:
"Woof woof woof, woof woof, woof woof woof woof"
The operator says to the dog "Its $1 for 10 words, shall I put another woof on there?"
The dog then says "But that wouldn't make any sense!"
+++
Studies show that six out of seven dwarves aren't happy.
The same study also said 6 of the 7 seven dwarves aren't grumpy either.
+++
TRY THIS
How does it change many dyslexics to take a lightbulb?
...Now try reading that sentence out loud. Getcha? Got me!
+++
"Woof woof woof, woof woof, woof woof woof woof"
The operator says to the dog "Its $1 for 10 words, shall I put another woof on there?"
The dog then says "But that wouldn't make any sense!"
+++
Studies show that six out of seven dwarves aren't happy.
The same study also said 6 of the 7 seven dwarves aren't grumpy either.
+++
TRY THIS
How does it change many dyslexics to take a lightbulb?
...Now try reading that sentence out loud. Getcha? Got me!
+++
1 1 was a racehorse,
1 2 was 1 2.
When 1 1 1 1 race
1 2 1 1 2.
1 2 was 1 2.
When 1 1 1 1 race
1 2 1 1 2.
And finally...
Steven Spielberg was discussing his new
project - an action docudrama about famous composers starring top movie stars. Sylvester
Stallone, Steven Segall, Bruce Willis, and Arnold Schwarzenegger were all present.
Spielberg strongly desired the box office 'oomph' of these superstars, so he was prepared
to allow them to select whatever composers they wished to portray, as long as they
were famous.
"Well," started Stallone,
"I've always admired Mozart. I would love to play him."
"Chopin has always been my
favorite, and my image would improve if people saw me playing the piano," replied
Willis. "I'll play him."
"I've always been partial to
Strauss and his waltzes," said Segall. "I'd like to play him."
Spielberg was very pleased with these
choices. "Sounds splendid."Then, turning to Schwarzenegger, he asked, "Who do you want to be, Arnold?" Arnold in a slow deliberate voice replied, "I'll be Bach."
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
POEMS WITH LONG TITLES THAT IN ACTUALITY ARE RATHER SHORT AND SAY VERY LITTLE
MUCH
TO MY CHAGRIN I HAVE BEEN RENDERED UNABLE TO PROCEED WITH ROUTINE MORNING
RITUALS TO BEGIN MY DAY DUE TO UNFORESEEN FACTORS OF A MOST FRUSTRATING NATURE
the
oatmeal
sweet
singing peaches
alas
still
too hot to eat
OF
OBSERVING SMALL PLEASURES IN LIFE FOR THOSE WHOM THOSE PLEASURES MOST LIKELY
CONSTITUTE A SIGNIFICANT PORTION OF WHAT THEY WOULD TERM AS LIFE ITSELF
the
janitor lady cleaned things
while
eating an orange popsicle
IN RECALLING THE DAYS OF YOUTH IN THE SUMMER OF MY FAIR CONTENT IT BECOMES APPARENT WHAT ONCE BROUGHT ME IMMEASURABLE GLEE IS NOW BUT A TRIFLE OF PITIFUL PUNNERY ALTHOUGH SOMETHING IN ME STILL GUFFAWS
show me your pikachu
or I'll take a peek-at'you
BEREFT
OF SATISFACTORY REASON AT TIMES I DO FIND MY EMOTIONS SPIRALING IN A TORRENT AT
THE CAUSE OF AN UNKOWN STORM AS THE EBB AND FLOW OF WORRY ENCOMPASS MY PERSON
ENTIRELY
sometimes
i don't know why
i just feel sad
WHILST
RELIEVING MYSELF OF A LARGE AMOUNT OF PROCESSED LIQUIDS THAT HAD EXPIRED IN USE
FROM MY BODY I OBSERVED THE NEIGHBORING STALL TO BE OCCUPIED AND FOUND THE
STRENGTH TO RESIST TEMPTATION OF ALLOWING IMMATURITY TO HALT THE PRESENT
PROGRESS
whatever
you do
don't
cross swords
I
WALKED BRISKLY THROUGH THE MORNING CALM AND FOUND MY SPIRIT TO ALIGN WITH MY
MIND IN A BEAUTIFUL HARMONY BROUGHT ON MERELY BY THE RICHLY NOTED FRAGRANCE AND
TEMPERAMENT OF THE AIR
around
nine-o'clock in the a.m.
in april, it really smells like oregon
ALTHOUGH ACTIVISM IS NOT WHERE I GENERALLY SET MY SITES FOR DAILY PROCEEDINGS I COULD NOT HELP BUT BE SWEPT UP IN A CLANGOR OF WONDROUS NATURE UPON THE CAPITAL STEPS AS CERTAIN INDIVIDUALS YELLED
if i could be
king for a day
i'd make rainbow the national color
and chase all the crows away
HOW ABOUT MY MOTIVATION MAKES A FORLORN ATTEMPT AT FINDING ME INSTEAD OF ALWAYS FORCING MY SEEKING OF IT THEREBY GIVING THE WILL TO BE MOTIVATED IN THE FIRST PLACE TO SOLVE ALL MY PROBLEMS
yeah, I'll take a number 4, a large orange juice
and a small side of what the hell is wrong with me
WALKING ALONG THE PAVED ROADS WHEN THE HOUR OF THE NIGHT CREEPS ALONG SLOWLY AND THERE ARE NO CARS ONLY FOG AND STRANGE SENSATIONS OF FORGOTTEN FREEDOM SPUR ME TO UNCOMMON ACTS
gonna j-walk the haters away
lie in the street and make an invisible snow angel
with no snow because it's that kind of night
WHEN
I WOKE THAT MORN I WAS SURPRISED AT WHOM MY BED PARTNER TURNED OUT TO BE AND
UNEXPECTED PHRASES UTTERED BY THE PERSON IN QUESTION CAUSE ME GREAT CONFUSION
no,
it's
okay,
the
hickey will blend in
with
my horrible skin
I'm
just tired of dating bisexuals
REFLECTING
ON MY TIME SPENT AS A YOUTH IN THE FIELDS OUTSIDE OF THE TOWN I CALL MY HOME
LEAVES ME AT ONCE WITH BOTH A SENSE OF NOSTALGIA AND WORRY AS I SEEK TO
TERMINALIZE THE IMPACT OF MY LIFE
I spent so much of my childhood chasing dragonflies
and
I still like chasing dragonflies
OFTEN
I FIND MY MIND WANDERS WHILST REFUSING ATTENTIVE PARTICIPATION IN LECTURE BASED
SCIENCE CURRICULUMS AND I SEEK TO PERVERSE THE INFORMATION BEING TOLD TO THE
MASSES WITH MY OWN ORIGINAL INTERPRETATIONS ONE MIGHT DEEM CREATIVE
sometimes
I think I am
odorless, colorless, and tasteless
and
I'll never change
I
guess that makes me... noble
ONCE
WHEN I WAS BUT A BABE AND KNEW NOT THE WAYS OF THE WORLD AND THE CREATURES THAT
POPULATE WITHIN IT I BELIEVED ONE INSECT IN PARTICULAR WENT ABOUT ITS
INSIGNIFICANT LIFE SPAN WITH ONLY THE DESIRE TO CAUSE MILD DISCOMFORT
itchy
itchy
a
mosquito bit me
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