Thursday, August 25, 2005

folks can't drive

Be scared of a crowd of morons. Numbers matter.

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Saturday, August 20, 2005

Keep on.

If there is only one light left on, I will carry on, until early morn. The rise of the sun, can cripple the hardened heart of the sworn,
I rip through roots embedded, light years deep. It is all in the master plan, and oh I thank you Lord for bringing me here.

Im generations of men digging six feet deep, thats right Im workin on it. Counting on it, having my doubts on it, reworking it, its still sounds pretty thin. Well, it is a thin line between lying on the top and lying on the bottom. That's where your boots are.

Southernplayalisticcaddillacfunkmusic..............Man Im feelin it. Please put some lipstick on those juicy lips of yours, I can see them in your drawers.

I am a union of two childrens minds, and a child myself. I take pride in it, what I do, and I ask you, who are you. Truly?......Who are you?

Who have you fed today, who have you supported on your shoulder and looked in the eye and proclaimed, I am stronger with you here beside me.

I can feel it in the air, something has brought me here. Ive never wrote a song before, I swear. You are witnessing something here. Like a vision someone else is dreaming, beaming it to me, and I am forseeing, and at the same believing. Listen to the message Im seeing.

A vision not blurred, and with beings. Beings believing in what they should be reading, given a proper cleaning, leaving anything you think you said, and maybe just thought was "worth leaving" a proper heaving, out the 40th story window onto a seaping, pile of feces, left steaming.

So please greet me, on ye, one knee, of course, that is, if you ever get the chance to see "Me!"
Are you hearing that everything is not as it seems? To perceive just means to believe.

posted by Cap'nTate @ 4:41 AM 1 comments

Saturday, August 06, 2005

Marketing 101

How long will the old religions flourish, will they be revised, before they become completely outdated and surpassed by scientific discovery? One in the religion would argue that God only has to write one book, I mean come on God knows what to say, and who to say it to, and why wouldnt he want to write a book? And how in the world could the word of God be written about in a blog so sarcastically. Will God ever have another baby?


Jesus is the most marketable name in the U.S. If he has any relatives alive today, Im sure they are swimming in aquafina filled pools and buying their dogs edible vacation homes. Plastic Jesus on the dashboard or the shelf, Jesus the movie, WWJD the bracelet, the t-shirt, he sells out the arena, has his own country, and all because he died for me, little ol me. When approached on the street with pamphlets from the righteous, explaining that someone had died for me, I asked what differentiated Jesus dying for me from a soldier dying "for me." Please forgive me if I seem unmoved, possibly been desensitized by all the video games, but really. Religions are a business, simple as that. They aren't without their purpose, fulfilling a need, comforting our desire to feel significant. Just as any company looks to produce an answer to your question, "why am I so fat?...well, cause' you haven't tried our stuff, now have you?". Please excuse me fat folks, but you know why youre fat, maybe there are some that believe inexpensive massive quantities of crappy processed food and no good exercise is really quite healthy, but not that many. And people know when they are wrong, maybe there are some that believe in child abuse and theft, but not that many. Religion gives life a purpose, not that it doesnt have one without it, but it is certainly less apparent, and hard to be confident about when searching for it on your own. Religion is a personal matter, only known truly by the individual.  This should be respected and no lines ever drawn in the sand.  As a person grows from an infant, life becomes more unsure, and the infant more trepid, more aware of outside judgments, more careful to be politically pleasing, unaffecting, and less like the sure, smiling, and proud infant. Life lived in this way loses its purpose as one grows farther and farther from infancy, and closer to death. This is where religion gets good, they have a product that not only increases the value of your life, but even keeps on working when your dead. Which sounds good, and hey, why not, if it doesn't work then what have you really lost?  Perhaps not being honest with yourself, or others.  For many there is much gained in fellowship and debate, and the religion can be an assistance to understanding the conflicting emotions of human interest. But for others it only creates a false confidence that is preyed upon.  Religion is the miracle drug, its the pioneer of street vending, marketing seminars on how to use the drug, and what a customer loyalty. When you are willing to kill the competition, you are in a pretty profitable business.  I define my religion with my choices, not by a label in a multiple choice questionnaire.

posted by Cap'nTate @ 8:02 PM 0 comments

God blew up

In the beginning, God was a smooth and uniform circle, limited to knowing only what experiences lied within that circle. The original state of God was not able to develop, or learn, but only to exist. This existence was boring; the thought of living forever, isolated and by yourself led to self-destruction. God went to search for the anti-god.
The anti-god was not found outside of the circle, but in the center of the circle, creating two out of one, and then to later combine again to produce one more knowledgeable than before, with a desire for disorder, and the search for chaos. The use of knowing everything, being perfect, was not what god could sustain forever, for then God's life would have ended, albeit in a state of perceived harmony. God would have created nothing out of a perfect order, but perfect order. And so god created time by creating chaos, and sacrificing it's own life.
God blew itself up, the big bang, in order to learn more about itself. Throughout our universe God dispersed its own life. This was as calculated a risk as any God would take. Probably many other Gods watched in wonder, criticizing such a bold manuever, but that is what makes our God so special. God is everywhere and is everything, and much of our visceral beliefs about the subject are correct, because those beliefs are not are own, but God's. Believe.
The energy that is transferred from one place to another through an array of forms is God itself enjoying life. It is also the Antigod, which even humans are able to discern, although more easily felt than defined and described. The balance is perfect, although when viewed in such a micro view, such as that of a human, it looks to swing across a broad range.

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Thursday, August 04, 2005

Im Awake

The black water streamed over the skin. The legs grow from out of the pooling cool water, while the hairs pattern themselves into connecting roots. Slowly cleaned by the evening shower, a warm downpour of water. Hearing the beats of falling water droplets long before I felt them. Finally, I am conscious again.

I have been trapped under the soil for some time now, knowing not how to emerge from it. The wind had swept over me for years, covering me in layer upon layer of debris, hiding all understanding that I had. Compacted under its own weight, pulling densely together, and slowly bearing down and pulling closer to the day of my birth. I was always looking to organize the future, but now found myself vacated by the understanding of the present, and now I began to organize the past. For the past is all I truly know. The present all that I can truly miss. The future all that can I hope for.

So upon entering my new life, there was not even space to lift my eyelids, but I knew I was still alive, and understood that I had survived here for a reason. The first few weeks were insane; a war full of fury and disbelief. I questioned what I once knew to be fact and frightened myself with the possibility of never returning to six feet underground. The panic increased, until I felt the change, the collapse of the war, and the beginning of the harmony. My blood warmed to fill my bones. A sense of self, unrecalled, intense, and unbelievable. The hardened earth all around me began to break apart, and although I could not move, I understood that I was moving.

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