People

Kind of Dr. Seuss, but what the hell?


With some people it is better if you both just let alone.
With some people you can stop and say "hey".
With some people you can walk into the same coffee shop
acting as different characters every day.

Some people are nice to hug.
Some people need to take showers.
With some people you can talk
until all of night's 1oo, 200, 300 hours.

Some people you can beat up for fun.
Some people you can tease.
With some people you can argue
over the best kind of cheese.

With some people you can cry.
With some people you cannot.
Some people will cry with you
and they never mind your snot.

Some people tell you secrets.
Some people tell you lies.
Some people tell you everything
before saying there goodbyes.

Some people are good for talking.
Some people are good for a laugh.
Some people you can tell
that they look like a giraffe.

Some people stay for a day.
Some people stay forever.
Who knows when people will leave you, really?
Some people don't, however.

The people who leave are pointless
The people who stay are gold.
The people you seem to want to stay
sometimes leave before they get old.

Some people make you dinner.
Some people make it well.
Some people make it not-so-well,
but still make your heart swell.

Some people break your property.
Some people break your heart.
Some people break your spirit.
Some do it simply when they depart.

Some people you should cherish.
Some people you should let go.
Some people you should just thank God
you had a chance to know.

For some people, you thank friends.
For some people, you thank your mother.
For the joys of some, however,
you have yourself to thank, and none other.

Mildly What-the-Hell

Kaylie isn't good when she's sleepy. I tried to write something, but it turned out like this. I thought it was funny enough to be worth sharing. This is why sleep is important, boys and girls.

The Bible is X-rated. It is. I don't know why Christians give everything G-ratings. They keep it G-rated because they can't offend anyone. It's very sad, because our message is so exciting, yet, because of our fear of offending, we are now boring. I'm so tired of daisies-for-brains Christianity. Don't think about it and faith is easy to come by, but it's when we study and think about things it is when our faith is strong. It is when we ponder the Bible that it speaks to us. The Bible is not G-rated at all, so why are Christians? Good people aren't just uncool people because there are so many times when excrement occurest to nearly blameless people. I for one am very attractive, but every story addresses this. This story was not summerizeable. I don't like the self-righousness of so i don't know what's the Japan and I need to sleep junk food fix the it all. I am so tired. I need caffine and to stop stressing! This is probably an interesting class, but my brain is trying so deperately to shadow. I blame pineapple. Why? I think that nice a piece of music because they all have the right chords, but the peices that play the wrong ones and nobody will be able tonally it and they'd love it despite the bad pile of shit under Omelas bad. Instant answers to religious questions is pansy ass and will get you nowhere. Where religion dies and a true relationship with Jesus Christ begins is where things get turkeybutt the moose you ponder Christ the closer the you come to him! The hard stuff is what makes him so great! If being a Christian is easy, you're doing it wrong. Its the faith battle in your head and the desire to grasp that makes Christianity worth it. If your faith is based in fairytale churchland themes then your relatinship with him will be just as empty. You get out of everything by not thinking but you, in turn get nothing back. Intern. That's a funny word. A God you can understand would be less than yourself.

So...I think I had a point...maybe?

Things I Hate Hearing

"What did you do to your hair?" - Can you really not tell? I usually respond to this by telling them that I did the opposite, such as when I cut my hair short and dyed it hot pink, I'd respond to this question by saying "I got extentions and bleached it blonde. Can't you tell?"

"What are you reading?" - Obviously if I wanted to talk to you, I wouldn't be reading. I'm in book land. Leave me alone!

"Calm down." - Ugh! If I'm upset, there's a reason. Try calming me down instead of ordering.

"I know you better than you do." - Do you? Do you really? I sure as hell don't think so.

"Manga? Aren't those those comic books they print backwards?" - Okay, if you don't know what's wrong with this one, you're beyond hope.

"We live in America. America is a Democracy." - We live in the United States of America. There are two Americas and they contain quite a few contries, some of which are not democracies.

"So anyways..." - Anyways is NOT A WORD! "Anyway" is a word.

"Where's the ___ at?" - "At" is a preposition. "Pre" meaning "before". Therefore, if you end a sentence with it, you are wrong. Besides, "Where's the ____?" is a perfectly acceptable sentence. WHY DO YOU NEED "AT"?

"Why are you so proud of being a freak?" - I am a freak. I accept this. I am proud of who I am. This does not mean that the two things corelate. I do not do strange things so that I can live up to my "freak" label. I do unorthodox things because I like them better than the normal way.

"Don't make a scene" - I'm an ACTOR for Pete's sake! Besides, making a scene is fun!

"I don't listen to the words. It just has a nice beat." - Really? No. You are listening to something promoting the objectification of women, homophobia, racism, and a whole other lot of bad, therefore, in a way, you are promoting it. The fact that you are to lazy to pay attention to the shit that you put in your head does not excuse you from what it portrays.

"That movie's old! I don't wanna watch it!" - This one just makes me sad. So many classic movies have great scores, acting, stories, messages, directing, and so much more! Just because it doesn't come in high definition or have some "hot" actor in less clothing than is nessecary, just because it's sound quality is slightly less and won't come across on your super sub-woofer does not make it unwatchable.

"I want to get married, because I don't want to be alone." - Nobody is alone because they don't have a significant other. Seriously. There are so many wonderful people to reach out to; friends, family, mentors, heck, even animals are all there with you and you can do so many effective things in this world with or without a ring on your finger. Enjoy yourself, and if love comes, let it. If it doesn't, move on.

Thoughts on Thoughts

I wonder what I'd do if I could hear people's thoughts.
What would people do if they could hear mine?
Probably they'd all become bitterly depressed,
because I'm 1) a constant downer in my head
and 2) usually thinking about how stupid most of them are.
That's one that people argue about:
Are people inherantly good, or inherantly evil?
I reject both claims and supposit my own:
that humans are inherantly stupid,
and that is what we must overcome.
I wonder if listening to people's thougts would confirm or deny my claim.
Would I realize that I had completely misjudged, or would I see in actuality that people are run by greed, lust, and ignorance?
Sometimes I think my whole disestablishmentarianism bit gets old to people.
Sometimes I wonder if it's actually going anywhere and based on truth,
or if I'm just kicking up dust because I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I didn't.
Is saying "everything is wrong" really making me right,
or do I just assume too many things about the world?
Take my fiction proffessor, for instance.
I totally misjudged him.
I thought he would be a total Republican jackass.
Not to say that all Republicans are jackasses,
in fact, there are several points on which I agree with Republicans,
but, well, we all know the type'
the war-is-God's-way-America-is-the-best-country-in-the-world-we're-all-burning-in-hell-because-of-those-damned-homosexuals type of Republicans.
Don't lie. You know at least one.
Who would have thought that in actuality,
a middle-aged Catholic priest has the same biews on war as a gothic college-aged rebelious heathen.
Crazy.
I didn't know there were other Christians like me;
ones who think;
ones who are pacifistes,
especially outside of my demographic.
I am pleasantly surprised by my miscalculation.
Maybe there is hope for His will to be done on earth if there are some of us here who believe that God's battle is not slaying other human beings.
Also, take for instance this really bubbly sorority girl in my poetry class last term.
I automatically saw her intense gaze at me all throught class as an obvious sign that I was being judged, as I have been in the past, as a good-for-nothing freakazoid with no feelings to hurt.
Little did I know that she was watching me write, because she saw "Ask me about Jesus" painted on my backpack and knew I was a writer/composer,
and she wanted to know how to ask me to help her write a worship song.
With my life of being judged,
I now automatically judge others by labeling them as judgers.
Anyway, this rant is going nowhere.
I guess what I really wanted to say,
is I wonder how much of my wizard angst is founded in truth against the poison of humanity,
and how much of it is me being cranky and pubesent and taking it out on people I should like.
It'd be nice to see what others think of that.

The Pointless and Very Heavy Things We Carry

If this offends, disreguard it, but I must vomit words or they'll corrupt me into further convulsions of sociopathological misanthropic apathy and somebody might end up missing a limb or a reason to stay alive; maybe both. (I aim for the crotch.)

I was reading a short story recently by Tim O'Brien, a Vietnam veteran, called "The Things They Carried". It is as story about his army unit in Vietnam. I then got to a part where he said, and I quote,

"They carried the soldier's greatest fear, which was the fear of blushing. Men killed, and died, because they were embarrased not to. It was what had brought them to the war in the first place, nothing positive, no dreams of glory or honor, just to avoid the blush of dishoner. They died so as not to die of embarrasment. They crawled into tunnels and walked point and advanced under fire. Each morning, despite the unknowns, they made their legs move. They endured... It was not courage, exactly; the object was not valor. Rather, they were too frighened of being cowards."

This reminded me of exactly what I hate about the world. Really? Is pride really so powerful? I mean, I know it is, but this reminder is excruciating. Man! I hate that! All the shit that's going on in the world? All of it is to fit this macho-man image? We've killed and are killing millions of people all over the world, because we have to fill the image of "bravery". We can't fail. We have to fight and kill; murder and commit suicide on the battlefield because nobody's willing to say "Hey, I'm not going to do this," because we're all afraid of showing meekness? Really? Gah! I can't express how angry I am! Humanity is so dumb! Maybe I'm just an angsty college kid, but still! Gah! I could puke right now I'm so hot in the brain. This can't be good for my blood pressure. Still. Am I the only one who sees how moronic this is?

No One

No one should be too cowardly
to admit to fear.
No one should be so macho
as to resent peace.
Nobody should die
to avoid the shame of living.
Nobody should be too pretty to be above character.
Nobody should be too strong to hug
or to lean on another.
No one is too wise to hope.
Nobody should be too proud to love.

The Kind of Realism that Doesn't Suck

Oh, the reality of reality!
Love,
Life,
Grass,
Dirt,
Cars,
Blood and Toothpaste!
Pain,
Joy.
They're all so real!
Feel them while you can.