We hold these truths to be self evident;

Finis.

(As posted by Shoofly)

Bobo drank the tears of children. This nectar of fear and sadness gave him his only relief.

“Cry and you can go away,
Cry and I won’t make you stay.”

Years ago, as a boy, before the disease, before the decay, before the deterioration and decomposition, Bobo heard drums and trumpets. They were the sounds of the circus parade heralding the arrival of the Greatest Show on Earth. At the music’s invitation, Bobo ran away from the dim lights and gray lives of the town where he was born. he ran away with the circus.

“Sharp red nose and makeup smears
See my face in all your fears.”

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Whether your heart or mind can even begin to comprehend the meaning of this heart peircing limeric, the truth is that it hits into your being, in some way or another.

Something so complicated, yet with simplicity in its most raw form, still strikes notes profound thought and abundant feeling into most. Assuming they took the time to read it.

The truth is, shoofly, I hope to god you wrote this, It would let my respect soar for who you are as a writer.

“He ran away with the circus.

Sharp red nose and makeup smears, see my face in all your tears.”

Ignorance is bliss.

It’s come to my attention, and maybe just on a personal level, how irritating it is when a majority of society epects this to, happen. Anywhere from having a red light change to green, or there to be water in the corporate jug at the office. The fact is, is that there is a immense underground network of souls devoted to making things that happen, happen. And if all the world stopped for five seconds and at least wondered, if not appreciated, why EVERYTHING that exsists on this earth is the way it is, the few of us that hate the ever so loving connection between ignorance and the human race might at least accept this situation, if not condone it.

The breath of a civilized isotopia right at the hands of our fingertips, and wouldn’t you know that we have phone lines devoted to complaints and support groups to show for it. Hard to swallow, isn’t it.

It’s a little bit funny..

How most of the ultimate truths that are written on this blog are advice given to others, that in reality are pulled from this author’s faults. When this author should be the one taking their own advice, and stop preaching through hypracritical journal entries and meloncholie IP adresses. Funny way to try and help others. I suppose that’s a better way than most, I suppose. Just a little too realistic for my taste, if I had to classify it. But then again, the sole purpose of all of this is to post the worlds cold hard facts of life.

I’m tired of there being “a other hand” to look at, when it comes down to it. Flase justifications for why I take things I do wrong, and proclaim to the world that they carry out these sins as well. Just trying to make a connection I suppose.

Who among us, can feel the same as this poor soul does. None of us ever know if we really do share the anguish or shame we feel within ourselves. The fact that someone who could share such a connections could be 14 feet or 14 miles away, and we will never gain knowledge of such a soul. That, sadly, is the cold hard truth.

Spotlight or back row;

We’ll always want what we can’t have. I’ve never quite completely figured out the mentality of it all. The fact that everythign we strive for is exactly what we want, until the purpose for wanting ceases. Untill the wanted is had, and the strived is accomplished.

I think that’s why those who are older tend to be more relaxed people. Because as you meander about the hallways of their home, you start to realize that they stopped chasing things a long time ago, and realized what mattered. All the trophies, the photos, the memories, all the things accomplished are what the pride themselves in.

When society stops chasing after the green fairy and finally prides itself on the success it’s had, not linger on what it doesn’t (myself included), will be a calm and historic day indeed. One we can look back on and cherish. But untill then, the chase rolls on, and we’re always a fingertip away.

My dear phoenix;

Too many people blend in. I can’t stress enough how important it is to give yourself an identity. Find a way to shoot forward in a sunburst of originality and give yourself that cutting edge personality. It will serve you in ways you can’t imagine down the road. Break off from the introductories of fashion and the lessons of mentality given by society and write yourself a rule book. Make it beautiful and make it yours. Because there are some things not made out of stone, some things others can’t get to, and who you are, is one of those things.

Give yourself the freedom to not bind to the people on either side of you, and come through the ashes.

Flows like a river..

Look up the song “Adagio For Strings” by Samuel Barber. I personally break down every time I hear it. It sets off so many mental paths for me to go down, and it make me think about things I couldn’t fathom of thinking on my own, just because I happen to have free time.

It seems that the numbers of true thinkers, those who are willing to take time and just think about things that hit home for them, are beginning to dwindle. Although I can’t perosnally gaurentee what I’m saying is accurate, I do know for a fact that anything I would feel while listening to Mr. Barber’s moving piece wouldn’t connect with anyone else.

The question I pose myself with now, is whether or not my trains of thought have no meaning, or if I am just a member or a dying breed. I desparately hope for the latter, assuming I had to choose one or the other. It’s okay to let your hair down, smear your eyeliner off, and just let go of yourself for a moment and truely open  yourself to an experience you’ve never had the ability to experience before. Even if it reeks of simplicity.

The truth is, everyone is too civilized, even for the most simple form of living. Raw emotion. They’re missing out.

La puissance de l’amour.

Few things in this world seem to hold their true value any more. But one true virtue I seem to always be able to fall back on is love. I haven’t had a good date in ages. The last time I experienced falling in love is suprisingly distant. But to see some of my closest friends hold together all of their being by loving someone else warms my heart. I can practically feel that it does for you too. So much turmoil is caused by people to other people. But very seldom does that anguish come from the ones you hold close to your heart. To know that yourself or just to know that others can confide in their true love for the ultimate spiritual asylum, the perfect emotional sanctuary.

Seeing others with that connection fills me with joy that other things couldn’t begin to give me. I am in love with those who are in love. And that in itself, shows the power of of such a connection.

Smells like teen spirit.

Baggy eyes, trudging with a zombified expresion of depressing feebleness and mediocraty, the teenage generation will never amount to the potential it’s smashed in the face with. They could be pummled to the ground and disembowled with opportunity, and a staggering majority of today’s youth will pull their innards into their plastic lunchboxes and go back to their video games. Weaker, less mature, too mature, cant cope, back talking, know it all, new-age, hellfire demons we’ve rasied. 

And please take into consideration I do not condemn all of the youth with this lable. I have seen qualities out of teenagers I would only dream to see in some of the adults of today. But even so, where will we be 20 years from now with the slew of disgrace we’ve let develope? Whether your 62 and retired, or just about to move out of your pampers, I would be hoping that we pull through like we hav ein the past, and change this “can’t, won’t, only if I want to” attitude.

Smells like teen spirit. What a revolting odor. I can only hope this act gets cleaned up soon enough.