CuriousGeorgeologist

2003-08-01T19:15:00.000-07:00

Through eyes we are viewed. In the mind we are seen. And a mirror cannot suffice to make a true perspective. With each second that passes, we whither away but only at one second of the millions do we know what we are. Each experience builds upon the foundation and each experience creates a new branch but are we so blessed so as to leave an infinite tree? And for the majority of the miliseconds that pass, can we truly appreciate and live? I don't know if enjoyment or even fulfillment is what to search for. Instinct at present seems to be the light to follow. I trust my instincts and am glad that I have at least this thread to hang by. It's funny to think of any of this. You wouldn't be surprised to see me swinging from the vines of trees like a little monkey as I am that much of a nut. But I can't see an activity more fun than that of pure innocent goofiness hence it falls in with my prior thought. The search and the do. The try and the plunge. The actuality of activity. The things you must do alone... But then why am I looking for someone to hold my hand.

2003-05-26T23:35:00.000-07:00

Fa la la la la rofl lol it doesnt make anything better. still sweet as ever though

2003-05-26T02:05:00.000-07:00

One more night, and one more day
These solemn words and thoughts I pray
To keep me through the come what may
And clear me of the doubts delay

For world collapses upon one moment
And in this moment you can gain
Or stand behind the sidelines waiting
Watching as in place you remain

To take the plunge
To take the dive
To fail in dismay
But not quietly die!

With chance to live!
Accept defeat!
Before its won
To not retreat

And win within the subtle gaze
The calming wave of phase away
Today today you've won today
All because you tried, to say...

2003-05-10T00:57:00.000-07:00

Having a bad hangover sucks. It reminds me of how good it feels not to have a hangover. Not having a hangover is normal. So normal feels THAT good. I can't wait till i feel normal and I'm happy to know that I can be normal for most of my life.

2003-05-07T02:48:00.000-07:00

Holy shiter... its FOHKing weird reading a blog that you don't remember writing. The last blog was written in a completely drunken state. It was dated may 3rd which is far too recent for me to think of it as a past blog. Bah.. how funny haaa =)

Yes well... nothing interesting here soo i'll write something totally fictitious and that should suffice as a "proper" blog. I was walking in the grocery the other day, grocerying. Grocerying by definition a la secret webster (source of all those strange words you hear me use so very often) is the act of being in the grocery, smelling the grocery air (fruits, boxes, open air, ever-changing odor in different areas), deciding which section to run to next to find your next purchase, being enticed by things you didn't want prior to entry but now want, and... Relaxing. The grocery is a relaxing place. Oh ya i forgot one major thing, grocerying also dictates that when you are in the magazine section, your propensity to expel liquid from your body is IMMENSE (you really have to pee). Anyways, I was grocerying and I happened to stumble upon a small bear. Yes, in fact, I did trip on the poor fellow. Well anyways this bear said to me, "Don't worry brudda, im fizzzy-izine =)" I put him back on the shelf and i guess he was allergic to the shelf's material for he went completely petrified on me. Picture this, a bear that cannot move, talk or even function as a living organism. Very strange indeed... Nice fur on the guy though. WHAT, as im always inclined to ask, did that mean?! A BEAR IN A GROCERY!!! It meant nothing as i learned later (whole nother story set 18 years in the future) So boom I'm back to square one, grocerying, which really isn't square one as I realized before I was born. Ok Lou stop getting off tangent. Yes I know, don't tell me what to do. Ok i'm just saying. Well you said. Fine. Fine. Fine. FINE! (two-bit bastard) Ok due to the Ratings System of www.Blogger.com, I'm not able to post the introduction, main body, climax or conclusion of this engaging action-packed story (prior writing was not intro or body as the space-time continuum committee placed a forward backward motion on each word, reversing the flow of junction and adding minor stimuli to the letters) but trust me, its GOOD. Well that's that folks. I mean, you win some you lose some. Birds of a feather, flock together. One somethin in the hand is worth 2 or alot of huh? in the who? I hoped you learned alot from this cause theres nothing to learn from not learning from what you can learn from given the opportunity to learn.

Only Louuuuuu can get soooo crazyyyy at these times.... Ooo oOOoonllyyy Louuuuu can stay up and wonnnderrr all nightttt. Bah hayaku por favor orewa bestuh skires no Lou nandate bayo!

2003-05-03T02:32:00.000-07:00

Hello. You are there. I am here. It doesnt seem to matter right? But... How much of this does matter. I have so many questions to ask but so many answers unfound. I will never blog. But i was asked. How many answers can u find? If in the case that u can supply one, then it is your responsibility to provide as such. eh.... Ask me a question.

2003-03-21T04:27:00.000-08:00

I have roughly one day before I turn 21. I dunno what some of you think of turnin 21 but to me its a definite checkpoint. Exactly what have I done over the past 21 years? Who have I become? Fear creeps into my center asking if I've done anything worthy. It tugs at me constantly, hounding me to show proof of greatness. A man's worth is defined by the fact that he exists and there can be no more. What trophy could I hold to appease my grinning demon. None would be large or magnificent enough. Thoughts of happiness exist as well, as I am happy to be me. I can do things... that others wouldn't even try. I can love - and even hope at my best. I can walk into a room and you will know that I am there. I search and I search and have searched and searched and then I search and search some more till I don't even know what I'm searching for. There is nothing new that I can declare at 21. There are certain things which im and completely bound to and even want or need could not break me from those chains. Perfection is perfection of situation in which no logical or illogical action could break the mold for the mold was set to accommodate for any type of variation. "What" is it then? Not "it" but "what?" What is it that goes beyond what would be thought of as nonsensical. What is it that could finally be discussed at a point of utter honesty. Not human honesty but honesty of being. Be honest... Well this is me at just before 21. I'm proud that i look on to "paradise." (wolf's rain) And even "then" I'll search for more. Be at peace dear readers. Your souls bask in purity, let your hearts do the same.

2002-11-03T18:18:00.000-08:00

my fender has been ruptured
by the benders ruckus faction
in doing so corrupted
and so ill mannered action
I find dissatisfaction discontin-u-al burning
Deeper found retraction in the plight that depicts yearning
Concerning all things to do with blank
And frank to be him grind out gestures
Calling out to plain factual data
Of actual living verbatim
And made up brain electrified rhythms of the final beat
buh boom buh boom buh boom and beeeeeeeep
Infernally eternally but never free to turn from me
is my heart
shattered defecated dwindled hope
in bubbles popped watered down soap
defying the sense tense as snow
whose whiteness can't be written
just smitten with the tainted vile virus that is their life
their existence blipped in cake and what seems to be cream
the essence of never actually being able to dream
determining fate from destiny of feeling rather than thought
and ought to be rejected not accepted but forever elected
for that is how beats do find rhythm
but there is so much more to music
why not use it in conjunction with logarithmic functions
to not increase potential but feel the wealth differential
in this gift that screams to exist within us rather than without
for without us life cannot grow
find the beauty in adolescence yes
find the happiness apart from stress
but stress the stress to stretch the age disengage from a breathing cage
its chest heaving dying let it die
death is not worst it is living in a curse where even life is trapped
but...
who am i to say? this path has given me so much pain
I've lost even love to put above the principle of beautiful existence

2002-07-10T02:26:00.000-07:00

If there was nothing left to wish for, then you'd wish for something to wish for. What is it to be complete? bleh bleh blah blah blooh bleh blee blow blork. Hard to write anythin down when ur head has become one huge looney cartooney stuck on my mind tuney that just lets u be. Peace has its price. See ya soon Mr. Blog.

2002-06-21T01:58:00.000-07:00

Life is just one big candy store. Some candy you wish you could go back and taste while others you can only hope to forget. Lookin back i wish i wasn't so afraid to try some of the things i should have. Pity the silly boy never learns and continues on his cautious path. May the sugar be sweet, may the layout be neat may you be free to try, may you eat eat eat eat.

2002-06-15T01:48:00.000-07:00

I have reached a whole new level of companionship with my blog. I am content with sitting here in front of the blank post screen having nothing on my mind that i feel like typing. I'm here just cause it relaxes me to sit with my blog. However ridiculous this sounds I'm sure it sounds equally understandable as easy-going companionship is generally tough to find, especially in circumstances like 1:50 a.m.

"Won't you be my neighbor?" -Mr. Rogers then takes of his shoes and ruins the warm and fuzzy good feelin u got inside cause ur thinkin bout the stench that might creep through the tv if u don't hold your breath-

I wonder how weird everyone's thoughts get? Are we all similar or not?

2002-06-14T23:07:00.002-07:00

welcomeeeee back last one was a checker too =)

2002-06-14T23:07:00.001-07:00

w00t da it works now hahaa

2002-06-14T23:07:00.000-07:00

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2002-05-30T12:25:00.000-07:00

Lou's MUST-Live-By Advice
(Items are not numbered in terms of hierarchy rather the number signifies the order in which the item in question was thought of)

Item 1: Each meal must be washed down by another meal until cravings cease or granted supply of food runs out.

Explanation: After one's meal, there is a certain taste left in his/her mouth. This taste must be washed down by another meal. The next meal will come by means of chained-craving, which is craving brought about by previous craving. For instance if you are eating a sandwich, you would think to have chocolate milk with it. The sandwich chain-craves you to chocolate milk which then chains-craves you to cereal due to the milk. The cereal will leave you with a milky type aftertaste in your mouth and you will then want candy which will chain-crave you to a drink. Generally you end near the candy stage.

2002-04-08T03:09:00.000-07:00

...

Hello to the beauty that is the world

The shades of effervescent light
The moonlit night with a cool breezed bite
The flowers bloomed the purest white
While reddish bluish purplish beams
Entice you with a scent it seems
And is

And the beauty of life
The run and play
The thought you could sing and dance all day
Laughter laughing still from what wills of life itself

Yet all this seems a mask
Plaguing your mind is a somber task
A meaningless idea with so much meaning
A heartfelt cause with so much feeling!
I AM IMPORTANT!

Oh little ant, you work so hard
But with your guts the ground is marred
Because I or someone else stepped upon your weak and now withering corpse
For no purpose of course
But...
YOU ARE IMPORTANT

Would be a sad fate if we didn't believe
And would be such chaos if we didn't perceive
That after our lives would be an end to this torment
And for the time being, I am important?

2002-02-16T01:12:00.000-08:00

j/k =)

2002-02-04T22:42:00.000-08:00

The only way is to tell the story. Then let it come...

2002-01-21T00:08:00.000-08:00

So what comes next in my life? I feel as if I already somewhat know, but I guess I just want to be sure. I want to know the little things though I don't want to spoil the surprise of life. I know I'll never know because thats just not the best way for things. Keep your heads up everybody and don't let anything take those smiles away from your faces. Good luck to all though you won't need it. There's so much ahead of us...

2002-01-11T15:59:00.000-08:00

Been a long time... Shouldn't have left you... Without a dope beat to step to (pause) Step to, Step to St-st-st Step to, Step to.

As the last petal begins to falls
The light bulb flickers one more time
The inhaled smoke from the just faded fireworks fills us
Signaling to our brain that it is over
But with the last flicker of that meek light bulb comes a choice
Will you go on and search for another spectacular light show?
Or will you settle for the humility of a constant light bulb
Which could bring overwhelming radiance when brought close to the eye?

2001-12-23T03:04:00.000-08:00

The Drunken Blog - FINALLY a party... at my house. I didn't mean to drink. A little lot like splotz. nope can't cannot ccccantorot right write right write when im drunkx0rEDaGe. Meracer mi carrr. acaratur inchar minar. Fertur abur pichar. Uhhhhhh... will i be awake by 8:00... unconsssssccccccciouuuuuusssss i float with the birds. Birds dont FLOAT~!!!!!1 They walk... no... YYYYEEEESSssss ok enough im gonna stop now i mean it... IM NOT DRUNK... ass. too lazy to do this so umm i'll leave this here and come back when ummm yea after danx0r? -----------------> 3 hours later <---------------------- The buzz lasted about 30 min... grrreeeeeattttt... but at least im not gonna get a hang over and im not dizzy. Cheers to gURLEE mixed drinks!!!!!!!!!!

2001-12-22T00:25:00.000-08:00

Slowly but truly
Madly and fearful
Honest and proud
Yet scared of the storm
Out of ones mind
And sore to the distance
In feeling in earnest
Decipher the norm
Frail, fragile, broken
Missed, loved unspoken
Dismay hurt persistence
Drugged out delays
Make the mind weak
Two hearts in the strong
Filled light from the puddle
Two nothing belong
And for once admittance
That for one second you could feel
Optimism or science
Be gone from the real...
But only a second
Shall you lie on the floor
With arms and legs dead to movement
Being able to take no more
Logic is true
But one seconds admittance
Gives you one seconds peace
Lets you "Live" for one second

2001-12-16T22:53:00.000-08:00

"NO NO NO NO NO! NOT TODAY! any other fucking day but today..." He screamed and then sighed. Anger is a wave. Adrenaline pumps throughout till you reach your peak in a scream that doesn't do justice to how you feel. Your energy is drained for even though this scream is an understatement, it's as much as your body can do and it takes everything you've got. So at this low point all you can do is sigh, until the thoughts of disgust bring about the RAGE and the adrenaline flows again making you explode. So what's wrong with him today? Why is today so different from other days? WHY CANT HE HANDLE THIS?! To start off, the air smelled funny today and his eyes were reddened by the putrid pollution that infested his every glance. Inanimate objects seemed to gossip and sneer in his direction. Even the trees could be heard laughing, at least by him. He didn't break any glasses this morning and he didn't stub his toe or cut his finger. He didn't wake up with a stiff neck or a pinched nerve and there was surely enough hot water for a comfortable shower. So what the hell was wrong with today? If everything was just perfect, then what the FUCK was wrong?

"NNNOTTTTHINGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed as he reached his next peak. "nothing is wrong..." silence "FUCKING BREATHE!!!!! ok thats enough... calm DOWN" SLAM goes the glass against the wall just as he wrenched the word "DOWN." "I cannot... FUCKING TAKE THIS" his crowbar strikes the cement garage floor. He raises his crowbar up high behind his head and suddenly drops it. "not the car..." Two tears scamper down his cheek. He then taps the wooden door with his right knuckle gently as the two infant tears grow to a constant stream of saltine despair. Again he taps the door and the stream turns into a sob. Like a baby he whimpers. He doesn't want to make that high pitched sound but its involuntary. His chest is being twisted and with every twist comes that pitiful whimper. The third tap on the door becomes slightly more than a tap while his face scrunches up, eyes in squinting position, every part of his face being squeezed such that there is an immense pressure inside his skull. The fourth tap is a continuation of the third with similar force and feeling. The fifth tap is different however, it is delivered with enough strength to call it a punch and with this strike his emotions halt. His tears seem to numb and he takes one serenely calm deep breath. The prior all happening in a second, a brief eternity as its long enough for the entirety of his fuming, flaMING, BURNING FURY to conglomerate. "AHHHHHHHHHHH#%$@#$%#$" $#%$#%#$% The sound of the cry coming from his throat cannot be explained passed the sound of "ahh" and furthermore the thunderous boom of his fist striking the door for the sixth time will not even be attempted to be written. Blood... Blood blood blood BLOod blood BlooD bloOD BLOOD and TEARS... THATS ALL. BLOOD AND TEARS AS HIS FIST sTRUCK THE DOOR, SPLINTERING THE WOOD AND SHATTERING HIS BONES. A RIVER OF BLOOD, A PUDDLE OF TEARS, A PILE OF SPLINTERED WOOD AND A HEAP OF SHATTERED BONE... That my friends... is Anger.

2001-12-16T02:49:00.000-08:00

As a side note... They are singing karaoke again... Its only supposed to be on fridays (right before my early morning tennis tournaments on saturdays) but now they've carried it to even SATURDAY!!! I believe they were here on wednesday too... If they take sunday... the shits gonna hit the fan... and the fans gonna blow the moist turd allllllll over the place HEehEHeHhee. ( They = aliens who earlier abducted my parents in order to have a base for their sonic mind control waves in the form of karaoke...) OMG they got my brother... he just got home from a club and im sure hes buzzed... THEY'rE TAKING ADVANTAGE OF HIM!!!!! No sleep tonight... starcraft anyone? sex? hahaha j/k about that last question (about starcraft)

2001-12-16T02:36:00.000-08:00

Ok i've got a request. Somebody answer this for me k? Is it better to do or to think? The two cannot coexist. I bet your first reaction is to think that to do is better because obviously you get things done and in general isnt that the point? Gosh this is so intricate that i dont know where to start cause i wanna make this short rather than give a looonggggg lecture, so excuse me if i leave out important points defending the thinkers. The thing is that its hard to understand the perspective of the thinker as most people are accustomed to saying that thinkers "over think" and should stop. But if doing was so surely the correct path then thinkers wouldnt exist. Thinkers find questions that pause them from doing, such as: "Why should i do this?" "Is this what i want?" "Is it worth it?" "Perhaps i should DO something else?" Its not that thinkers dont want to do, its just that thinkers find that doing may not be the best course of action in each individual predicament. To cut it all very short we can focus towards a basic thought, "Is the meaning of life to DO ________ ? (whatever it is that you are pondering doing)" If it isnt, then why do at all? Of course thinkers do for survival, so dont think that thinkers are illogical and just die. Thinkers could be seen as advantageous in this for at their highest level, thinkers can exist with only the bare minimum ex: ghandi, Siddhartha Gautama, Ted Kaczynski (j/k ) etc... Swimming to the other side of the lake we find the doers who find their HUGE yet very simple advantage in that they DO. They succeed because they know what they want and they can perform to their utmost potential unlike thinkers who have too many road blocks. But then you must ask the question, is that type of success or accomplishment needed? So yea theres the question. Answer it for me cause im dying to know. Oh yea and dont come at me saying that ghandi and gautama were doers because they "did" special deeds and "accomplished." If i wasnt so lazy i'd explain more on the doer and that would explain how ghandi and gautama were not doers but thinkers. OH WOW there it is... (moment of enlightenment) They were THINKERS that DID once they knew what they wanted... They didnt conform to the normal bounds of doers who did for society rather after all their thinking, they found what the meaning of life was to them... ahhhh i c... hmm but that still doesnt answer whether or not its better to think or do... AHH AHHAHA fook it i should just erase this all but nah.... =) alsssssooooooo, the doers i talk about are pure doers who reach their full potentials or close to at least cause they arent bound by thought, so dont say that the doers think also cause im talking specifically. SLLLLLEEEEEPPPP =)

2001-12-15T03:40:00.000-08:00

I wanna chat with myself cause im bored. ummm my eyes are closing so how'm i supposed to type this? Ya i had a lil to drink but just a tad... I took a nap for a good 20 min but ummm... i dunno... naps are generally planned things for me ex: "im tired, i'll take a 2 hour nap " But this last "nap" i had was soooooooo unplanned. My eyes just closed on their own and i didnt even feel myself fall asleep. I think thats called passing out. Hmmm so ok i didnt take a nap. I passed out. So what am i right now? Naw im not asleep cause my eyes are still open. So im awake? yea of course u are buttmonkey but ummm im sleepy. The probbbbblem is that i didnt have dinner, then i went out... Its ok to go out without dinner but to also not eat while ur out... thats terrible... Who does that?! oh wait i just did... hahahahha... ummm... yeaaaaaaaaa very sleepy but i ate too much. I thought i was just gonna have a snack but i think i was a bit too tipsy to measure what a snack consisted of. All i wanted was maybe some crackers to hold me over? but nooooooooo my hands went crrrrraaaageeeeeeeeeee... First they grabbed a plate. ok thats fine =) Now just put a lil bit of food on the plate and we're fine. Ok heres a lil food... WOOSH (awesome sound effect for getting food) a FULL plate of rice and 2 pork chops... My eyes saw the food piled up and told my brain about how much food my stomach was makin my hands get. My brain goes WWWWWTTTTFFF!!! HOW U GONNA EAT THAT U ASS!!! but ummm yea... my stomach rules over all other parts of my body... (kinda except... uh huh huh) BUT YEAAAAAA so theres that food which is ttotaaaallly too much and now add another sound effect KABOOM and yooouuccherssss theres more food... I coulda gone with a lil bowl of chicken rice soup, but noooooo i had to get the HUGE bowl... When ur tipsy, u see urself do things and say wtf am i doing, but u dont stop urself... There was a huge spoon stickin outta the pot of soup and my hands took advantage of it. eeEeeeEeEEhhheeEeeehheeEEee.... Spoonful after spoonful... unending MADNESS!!! yet i couldnt stop myself... i really didnt know wut was going on... To make a short story long, babble like i did up above. umm what? hahah ok sure... but umm yea i ate the food. I neeeeed to digest... But i already passed megaman 3.. oh wait no i didnt but im too tired to play. Naw no thanx i think i'll just sit here. So where is everyone? Is anyone else awake? Uh why is my cell phone ringing right now... uhhhhh nope its not.. okkkkkkk i think im starting to trip out soooooooo goooooooooodddddddddd niiiiiggggggghhttttttt MEEEEEEEEE =) Good night to myself cause i feel like an elf in a tree with such glee that makes elephants want to pee in the ditches with stitches and all of those BIT-- (haha thought i was gonna type it eh) fffffffarrrrrrmeeersssssss with harvest and crops for their drops of packages to the nations whose creations spit wonder to all that we plunder in doubt of going under the silent residual flakes of the storm abnormal to the touch of so much grandeur i cannot even begin to imagine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2001-12-11T09:29:00.000-08:00

You don't notice it, and you never will, but the world weaves webs around you. The walls around us get so thick that we cannot even see with open eyes. Everything sprouts from our childhood for it seems that the web couldn't touch us as children. We were too pure. We wander off in the world seeking our place, foolishly believing that we can control our destiny. And the more that we push and push ourselves, the thicker the web gets. Life is quicksand and those who struggle will definitely sink faster. Those who embrace life will learn to swim through and breathe in the sand. Your first reaction is probably that it's not possible to breathe in sand but that is the web shrouding your thought. When we were children, we didn't once think of limits. The world was ours to play in and that was it. We didn't need to be anything, we didn't need to need anything. The only thing we truly needed was compassion and love from our family. We grow up thinking we need sooooo many things soooooo desperately that we would destroy ourselves to get them. Everyone does it. Destruction is not only suicide. Sometimes existence in certain states of minds is worse than death. And as we crawl towards ridiculous necessity, we run away from love which was the only thing we needed then and truly the only thing we need now. I took a trip to see my sister graduate and decided to let go of everything for 5 days. After those 5 days I would go back to my normal life and that would be fine. It's not fine and I can't go back. I'm awake now and though the web surrounds me still, at least I can see the light beaconing my exit. This all doesn't mean that I'm going to be illogical and stop training my ass off but I will embrace what comes and I will laugh and I will love and I will live my life without the limits that almost stopped me from becoming what my heart truly wants me to be.

2001-12-03T02:56:00.000-08:00

It rains... But tonight is not the playful rain... Not the rain that brings about a distinct endearing scent at its end. Tonight's rain is the rain which is the tears of the clouds. The engulfing mass of seemingly nothing to the touch resides up above, effortlessly floating on and on. What does it see? Are our hearts that open to its clairvoyance? Or is it just mine? Perception perceived is your flaw dear child. Nonsense spurned from feeling. Rejection of logic from rebellion of sensible feelings. Sometimes i just feel like losing myself to this. I want to think that i can feel the rain, and in this moment i do. Science and logic may control my life to keep me safe yet it cannot stop the inner self which longs for something more.

Ode to the quest for success
Should you be at the top
Then you fall like the rest
And the heart that u imprisoned
It rips at your chest
Your inner being so polluted
Because you let the greed infest
And you look in the mirror
But yourself you detest
So you try to start over
But you made such a mess
That the process is too hard
And no one has a guess
As to how to solve
This unsolvable test
Until you slow down
Until you digress
You didn't mean for any of this
You really did try your best

The rain has stopped. Good Night.

2001-12-02T12:41:00.000-08:00

Dearest blog,
I r no speak no know of when to know how is what. The white background gives me nothing. Perhaps if you could just type for me... Plainly it swirls around like a mousse cake or one of those quarter drop thingies at mcdonalds. Subconscious hypnotics from the blend of sooooooo many shades of different colors rather than the normal black and white swirl. So past predicting for you have no control over the future. So past somber moods and flaccid body parts. Yet the detached gaze of a wandering soul remains. The air pours in through your nostrils like torrents of lava or a wave of peace. Lava in that the thought of such an event burns... Peace in that the feeling at such a time is more relaxing than one can know. If you're wondering if this is drugs, it's not. A permanently, naturally drugged mind cannot be placed under the influence of the artificial. Music can take control of you however... Music is neither natural nor artificial. It is Supernatural. But that and everything else is useless to talk of for you are in a plane where nothing else matters. An endless universe of pure nothingness surrounds you such that you don't know if you're falling or flying. Your only recompense is your mind. Heaven laughs as the seers see that you will never master the only tool that they have given you. With no background you cant even sense your velocity. At any moment you might slam into the floor or even crash into the ceiling. Will you land softly or will it be instant? You know NOTHING except that there is something to crash into, for that is death. You know death. But perhaps death is like crashing into a surface as thin as an eggshell and then landing on a giant marshmallow. Your life flashes by you in a split second and then you rebegin as a child. The purest innocence and happiness exudes from your being for you know nothing more than bliss. Tempting... yet at this point i wouldnt trade knowledge for contentment even if it means being rid of stress, despair, loneliness, pain or any other discomforting feeling. I cannot accept that everything i have done and everything i have learned has been for nothing. I just... won't...

2001-11-29T10:55:00.000-08:00

AHA DONe WITH THIS SUCKER!!!!!! A CURSE TO THE INFERNAL HELL THAT IS THE MAKING OF A BUTTLOG!!!!! THE UTTER CONSTIPATION OF TRIAL AND ERROR IS HORRIFYING!!!!!!!

2001-11-29T10:48:00.000-08:00

When i think of the word "blog" i think B-Log which is understandable cause blogs are essentially logs of text. The B however brings about another thought... Yes you are reading something out of Lou's mind so B does stand for Butt. Put the whole thing together and you get Butt logs. BUTT LOGS! Butt logs are pieces of poop sooooooooo big that you call them logs! And so back to the big question, why are these things called blogs? Buttlogspot.com gives people a place where they can shoot huge logs of crap outta their butts (talk out of their asses) So on with the show and lets get to the farting (talking out of ass) Oh yea and just as a side note, pay SPECIAL attention on days where u know im drunk. AHHHHHH HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!