The locust has no king
Just noise and hard language
They talk over me

Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.

The job of the artist is not to succumb to despair, but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence.

What was waiting on the the other side of midnite.

Oh baby… it’s the end of the world.

There is a legend in America’s South that the appearance of a ghost girl marks the beginning of the end times.

Between the impression of exactitude and wealth of darkness lay the truth.

The moments of our life are not expendable, and the circumstances of death are beyond imagination.

In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on.

Thought this might be a safer way to communicate with you, and you don’t have to reply so technically you’re blameless. I just finished the new Matrix movie and the ending reminded me of us. Do you remember a long time ago I said that you and I held hands when the world ended? It’s not something I imagined. It’s a memory I have. The last thing we did was turn and look into each other’s eyes. I know this sounds crazy but I believe it was real. When I told you that, I was speaking in tongues, the voice of the Holy Spirit. I know you are married and have children but it just seems too cliche, tailor made, however you want to look at it. And now, me, all alone. Nothing adds up, this reality that has been thrust upon us. And the only thing we want is a second chance. I know you do despite your love for your family. I wanted you to think about that. Remember, love you forever and ever. Love, me

I am now completely alone, surrounded by the mountains, huddled in front of a fire, plotting the end of the world. – Kelly Capdepon Crouch is in Bozeman, MT

Blue Pill

Red Pill

More money, more checks
I’m addicted to fresh
Six pair of kicks is my definition of twelve steps

Kick back in the back
Get the phantom to drop
Bass blaring out of my system
That’s how I detox

      Anger is an unpleasant feeling. It is like a blazing flame
    that burns up our self-control and causes us to say and do
    things that we regret later. When someone is angry, we can see
    clearly that he or she is abiding in hell. Anger and hatred
    are the materials from which hell is made. A mind without
    anger is cool, fresh and sane.  The absence of anger is the
    basis of real happiness, the basis of love and compassion.

      When our anger is placed under the lamp of mindfulness, it
    immediately begins to lose some of its destructive nature. We
    can say to ourselves, 'Breathing in, I know that anger is in
    me. Breathing out, I know that I am my anger.'  If we follow
    our breathing closely while we identify and mindfully observe
    our anger, it can no longer monopolize our consciousness.

      Awareness can be called upon to be a companion for our
    anger.  Our awareness of our anger does not suppress it or
    drive it out.  It just looks after it. This is a very
    important principle.  Mindfulness is not a judge.  it is more
    like an older sister looking after and comforting her younger
    sister in an affectionate and caring way. We can concentrate
    on our breathing in order to maintain this mindfulness and
    know ourselves fully.

      When we are angry, we are not usually inclined to return to
    ourselves. We want to think about the person who is making us
    angry, to think about his hateful aspects - his rudeness,
    dishonesty, cruelty, maliciousness, and so on. The more we
    think about him, listen to him, or look at him, the more our
    anger flares. His dishonesty and hatefulness may be real,
    imaginary, or exaggerated, but, in fact, the root of the
    problem is the anger itself, and we have to come back and look
    first of all inside ourselves. It is best if we do not listen
    to or look at the person who is the cause of our anger.  Like
    a fireman, we have to pour water on the blaze first and not
    waste time looking for the one who set the house on fire...

       When we are angry, our anger is our very self. To suppress
    or chase it away is to suppress or chase away our self. When
    we are joyful, we are the joy. When we are angry, we are the
    anger.  When anger is born in us, we can be aware that anger
    is an energy in us, and we can accept that energy in order to
    transform it into another kind of energy. When we have a
    compost bin filled with organic material that is decomposing
    and smelly, we know that we can transform the waste into
    beautiful flowers... We need the insight and non-dual vision
    of the organic gardener with respect to our anger. We need not
    be afraid of it or reject it.  We know that anger can be a
    kind of compost, and that it is within its power to give birth
    to something beautiful. We need anger the way an organic
    gardener needs compost. If we know how to accept our anger, we
    already have some peace and joy. Gradually we can transform
    anger completely into peace, love and understanding.

       Expressing anger is not always the best way to deal with
    it. In expressing anger we might be practicing or rehearsing
    it, and making it stronger in the depth of our consciousness.
    Expressing anger to the person we are angry at can cause a lot
    of damage.

       Some of us may prefer to go into our room, lock the door,
    and punch a pillow. We call this "getting in touch with our
    anger".  But I don't think this is getting in touch with our
    anger at all.  In fact, I don't think it is even getting in
    touch with our pillow. If we are really in touch with our
    pillow, we know what a pillow is and we won't hit it. Still,
    this technique may work temporarily because while pounding the
    pillow we expend a lot of energy and after a while we are
    exhausted and we feel better.  But the roots of the anger are
    still intact, and if we go out and eat some nourishing food,
    our energy will be renewed.  If the seeds of our anger are
    watered again, our anger will be reborn and we will have to
    pound the pillow again...

       ...In order to have real transformation, we have to deal
    with the roots of our anger - looking deeply into its causes.
    If we don't, the seeds of anger will grow again. If we
    practice mindful living, planting new, healthy, wholesome
    seeds, they will take care of our anger, and they may
    transform it without our asking them to do so.

        Breathing in, I know that anger is here.
        Breathing out, I know that the anger is in me.
        Breathing in, I know that anger is unpleasant.
        Breathing out, I know this feeling will pass.
        Breathing in, I am calm.
        Breathing out, I am strong enough to take care of this
            anger.

The will of God is peace… When we know peace we become peaceful.

In the end, you create your own Hell, your own God, your own heaven, your own Satan. It says God created us in his image. Create your own heaven with a thought and purpose. Eternity is just a few minutes long until the lights go out. Then you’re on your own. Focus on the darkness and the almost eternal time you have to plan your next move and your next move and your next move. After that, just improvise. You’ll be fine.

No worries girl. Maybe in another life. Maybe next week. God only knows. Love you.

It is a good thing to be a great sinner. Or should human beings allow Christ to have died on the Cross for the sake of our petty lies and our paltry whorings.

People work much in order to secure the future; I gave my mind much work and trouble, trying to secure the past.

Truth is for tailors and shoemakers. … I, on the contrary, have always held that the Lord has a penchant for masquerades.

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