the man at rope's end is not man at all, he is dead.

T'wat?

I want it. 

It's mine for the taking, if you will let me have it. 

Can I take it?

Can I have it?

Will you let it go?

I promise to love it, 

cherish it, 

hold it tight within my hands--

not to ever let go--
and play with a while

while you twist and squirm about. 

I want your soul. 

If I could just have your soul. 

If I cannot,

I will take it. 

The Reigns' Slipping, Falling. Crumbling.

Don't think about monkeys.
Don't think about monkeys.
Don't think about monkeys.
Don't think about monkeys.
Do not think about monkeys.
Don't think about monkeys.
Monkeys.
FUCK!




"ficus."

An Open Letter to Jane

Dear Jane,

The hand that feeds the animals has retreated back into ones’ heavenly abode.  

I want to be a scientist, so one day I can swim in the tides of science and immerse my head deep within the universal mysteries swirling around each and every one of us each and every moment of each and every day.

I just don’t get it, I can’t understand, my mind won’t comprehend, the time that I’ve been given is a mystery to my soul because at once I must go walkin’ down a long and lonesome road dirt and gravel beneath my feet stomp my shoes to some old ragged beat that played on a dime store radio in a forgotten town with ma and pop sittin' on rockin' chairs gamin' chess and twirlin hairs sippin' on juice and smokin’ lucky strikes lit from the fire they been stokin’ since six in the mornin’ of yesterday with embedded embers and ashes stray like a fat cat hot trottin' on a trail of some mice and their family’s tale told to the dozens of spectators at the rally but no one won the raffle cause it was a dud and the ballot boxes were filled with the batter that composes the politician’s infinite banter stemming from a buncha undulating issues of a life worth not living and a death left unascending from an unbending truth abandoned to rummage through all the lies and spend quality time without the spies in the company of a queen and a prince that spreads his wings and darkness shrouds the evenings of tomorrow  and the land once loved now lost in veiled grief was taken to her knees and slaughtered for her fine fleece.

Live on sheep; and live on within the body of your foe.

Love,
Dick

Quantum Theory Demonstrated: Observation Affects Reality

"Strange as it may sound, interference can only occur when no one is watching. Once an observer begins to watch the particles going through the openings, the picture changes dramatically: if a particle can be seen going through one opening, then it's clear it didn't go through another. In other words, when under observation, electrons are being "forced" to behave like particles and not like waves. Thus the mere act of observation affects the experimental findings."

Also, check out this SITE

FB has gone to the DOGS & PIGS

NOTIFICATION from Facebook (in regards to my refusal to 'Confirm my Identity' via. a telephonic equation)

 

Having trouble?

If you're unable to verify your account using a mobile phone number, you can submit a request to verify your account using your government-issued ID. 

***Now, the irony lies in the chronology of events that took place.

4:05pm -- Attempt to post a "Proxy" site as a helpful hint to my fellow friends
4:05pm -- Subsequently booted from site ('Must Log-In to Continue' message)
4:06pm --  Attempt to re-login, despite having the impending intuition that "this wasn't going to work."
4:07pm -- Sure enough, in order to log in to my account, I must first verify my IDENTITY via. cellular phone number. (Well, wasn't the point of posting a proxy site in direct opposition of confirming my identity???)
4:08pm -- Back to Blogger to share the story.

Speak, dog, speak.

TALK TO ME. Speak: Tell me how you feel. How does it feel to be a part of democracy? A part of the PARTY. 

Are you finally free? 

Do you want to be? 

Then, come with me.

"You hastily lay claim over my creations, Man. Taking what is mine to call your own. Is this not arrogance? Selfishness in the highest degree? You work to manipulate the ores of my Being into your toys and idols. You stomp out the fruits of my labor. To what end, I may ask of thee. Fruitless--you have made my worldly endeavors. Man's ego has far surpassed his reach, but do not foolishly discredit man's reach nor his mighty grasp. For it is his reach and grasp which hold the meek at bay with his right while crushing foes with his left. And, all the while, his Ego carrying him ever onward in to the abyss. Stop the atrocities. Stop the defamation; the desecration; and the destruction of my Creation--my gift unto you. Honor what was given. Or get the fuck out!" commanded Zebra.