hey.
Bane's capput.
ouch.
a late night hello to the lettered minority that may visit here:
i never meant to condescend. when i lost my mind, i didn't mean to lose you too. i dream of being wrong in ways that i can understand.
poem...
ever know a one with so fearsome a passion for others that they ended up hating themselves and illustrating poorly the dearness that they felt toward their dearest?
the media will tell you that it is hatred that makes folks commit suicide bombings, etc.
fallacious bullshit. it is love that makes a somebody destroy. it is the things that make people wish to live that helps them to justify murder.
great men die every day (every hour?) because of the abstract notion that is 'love.'
don't let them fool you. don't listen to the words that pour wholesale from the idiotbox. (TV)
every thing that has ever transpired, ugly or not, is the result of a warm bellyfull.
hate is not a lingering thing that moves folks to violence. not in my world. love. the will to preserve something that i am bonded to, and the desire to preserve it, will give me the resources to fight any battle. just or not.
love has always clouded my mind more fearsomely than hate. i do not lie awake at night wondering how to exact vengeance. i prepare for vengeance. i DO lie awake at night wondering how i might've wronged one that i hold dear. you...?
hate is like money. it only has the buying power that we give it. it's imaginary.
hate me or love me: Please don't react to the spinnings of your fancy without knowing which one you are responding to.
they say that it's a fine line. sure. fine.
how about context? i am exhausted by all of the myriad notions that cross my mind, but i don't react to all of those things in the real world until i've settled on the context.
i want world peace. is that too much to ask? is the idea of a world where outraged people take an up-close, personal look at their issues before scooping out the pussie (puss-eee) eyeball parts of their fallen foe(s), that outlandish?
i'm VERY angry. i understand rage. been there. done that. i know what it is to break somebody elses' arm. i have frothed at the mouth and fought nearly to the death. have you? wanna do it again any time soon...? it sucks.
*snap* it's more easily bearable if you're dealing with a chicken bone.
i love you because i don't know you. it's easy that way. once you're in my circle you are on deathwatch. should you threaten one of my kin... BLAH!
*herk!* sometimes i wish that i were a sociopath although i am not. it would be easier to rationalize this freakish clusterfuck of a world.
you splendid princes and princesses out there? hold on. breathe deeply. i have a feeling that your day will come soon; just not in your lifetime....

p.s.
if you are mourning, as i am, then please make an inappropriate joke about your dearly departed one as soon as possible. they, whomever they may('ve) be/been would like you to smile more. kisses!