30 miles & 30 years

I'm back South. I'm back moving. I'm back to the goal that has seemingly alluded me for all time. Or likely, only fourteen to sixteen years. It is such a simple thing, but a very challenging thing. My time is here, since I am learning a rather vast lesson in patience. Good thing it is one of the seven godly virtues, and it is definitely apart of learning the Universe booming wisdom.

Pictures and a wonderful story shall be adorning these walls over the next few days/week. This is the beginning thought that joined me throughout most of my journey. In a day of mass introspection, retrospection, and many other kinds of spection I have grown. I feel closer, yet further removed from my brothers, my sisters, and my other family members the World over. What a wonderful and blessed place I live within, yet so much sadness. I swear if I believed some of the things I've seen. I would know the people who believe socialism (in any form) is ok, and any form of Communism, are the devil and without hesitation coming to maim, murder, and destroy all that is good and wholesome.
Also President Obama, is not, and I repeat, not, a socialist, communist, or otherwise. He is a moderate "conservative", and is working to spend less money than the recent conservative political leaders. I'm no fan of the man, but I give him credit for trying to give the United States health care (and ended up giving us a quagmire of fail, more than not. Sorry.), but come on, health care is a human right. It is a basic human need! Don't give me this pull yourself up by your boot straps, yes there are some valid points to be made within that mindset, but it is not the end all be all. It's ok to help people, to give, in fact this time of year is dedicated to giving. That's so weird. Teach them to fish, but also don't hoard your worldly possessions and give to your fellow. Isn't that the lesson? Meh whatever, I'm probably naive and incorrect, but then don't celebrate this time of year. Let the "war on Christmas" have it's inevitable conclusion and the godless heathens that "threaten" your holiday will stop threatening it, and it will continue on, like it has, for the past several centuries.

Viral

Don't own the rights (darn). Giving props to some Kpop: G Dragon

July 7th is a marathon in Queensland.

You

I don't own the rights to this video or song, but enjoy some Orca MJ power:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aJMPTmbOvR0

also please keep in mind:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pAyKJAtDNCw




I do not own the rights to either song. But powerful none the less.

Tits, remembrance, and unrepenting

I choose to live. Beyond these shackles. I walked the distance. Now, all that's left is for me to grab the reigns. To move beyond the muck that dredges so slowly. This is so vague, because that's the way I speak, but if you know. Then there is something directed at you. Whether it's a lack of communication, a betrayal, but how deep do these things go. How deep do you need to dig, and to find that it's only a shallow complaint. Such is the way of the world. And merely can do, without. This tax, this one thousand percent. The converse diverges from the main story, and now I lie within the deep blue of a midnight sky. So majestic and still, as the lights speed by in an endless row. My voice is found silent. Yours less than calm. There was a kitten. There was a dart. There was a magic endless moment. There was my heart. There was my innocence, and in the end, it was all temporary. Now it comes back to a beginning, an ending, and always there is the music. There is an endless row. A wash, rinse, cycle, repeat, cycle, and move. With only tears of sweat to drive me forward. To drive us all.

Shots

Everybody, go round 3.
Apparently men and women can't be friends. So says "SCIENCE!".

Just in case you missed it.

Citizens in the United States want their states to secede from the Union. Other citizens want those citizens to be stripped of their citizenship and sent packing. Oh "first world" problems. Good thing climate change only affects the "third world" eh? Too bad no one told them the Sixth World is here.

Hibernation

Tis the season.
The blackness begins now in the twilight hour. The witching begins. Anew, and begins again.
Round that circle.
Make it drop.
Fuck it.

Growth And

A time of change. This time of passage. A time of contemplation and revelation. The winds of change, moving forward need no explanation. This metamorphosis is well in hand and nearly beginning. Moving forward. Moving to the side, and spinning around.