April 2005 - Posts

What a week...

K...
So Mom is a Catholic and we've been following the Pope business together.
She asks me if I believe in the church.

Most of you should know by now; I believe in the beleifs... Not the practices.

She asked me what other church had more miracles and sightings than them.
I answered that miracles belong to all people regardless of what church claims them.

I also beleive that any church which pushes to keep an "identity" is not the church that can unify humanity.
It's simply pushing the  Catholic programming.

But Mom and I are on the same page it seems.

How's work?
Well...  I know now that every time I go to San Diego... I'm not getting home before 10pm.
But at least I get to hear FM 94.9 in the car on those trips.
That and the pay make it worth it.

G'night all.

The PERFECTIONS: A list of perfect creations (considering our 3-dimensional limitations)

Try sitting down and making a list of what you consider "perfect" for what kind of creation it is or was.
Mine starts out like this:
David Bowie
Tool
The Clash
white cats
dark chocolate
RSVP speedball pens
Myth Installers for cracked games
German Tanker Boots
Aquafina
Stone Brews
Tom Waits
artwork by Olivia
Cirque de Soleil
Cemetary Man
Madredeus
The Harry Potter Books (so far)
Episodes 4,5,6 of the Star Wars Series
Ottis Redding
Johnny Cash
LEGOS
hour glasses
In-N-Out Hamburgers
Stockard Channing
Skee-Ball
The Chevy Suburban
The HUMVEE
Russian SKS rifles
Trident White
Pit Bull Terriers
Boston Terriers
Russian Blues (cats)
Siamese Cats
AC/DC
TEN-Pearl Jam
The Intellect-Jim Warren
Most Jodie Calls

And my children




 

We happy?

I just made in three days what usually took two weeks to earn.

Yeah... I'm happy.

Sleepers in the Cheering Section...

Just in case you are all wondering...


I've been clean since October, dry since November, free of other addictions for about a month and started a job I not only can deal-with but actually really enjoy. Believe it or not, I'm running all up and down the Southern California Coast installing and repairing computer systems.

I'm not tied to a fucking work-bench or desk all day.

I only have one person to answer to and HE hates the corporate structure more than I do (if you ever thought that possible).

Even on rough days like today... I got a free meal, met new people, learned a LOT about traffic shortcuts on the way home and even enjoyed nearly getting lost in a ghetto.
I know... That has ALWAYS been one of my favorite hobbies.

But now I get paid mileage for it.

I will miss having nearly four days uninterrupted with my kids though I will not only be making more money, but switching days out to spend any time I want (like days we can use our annual passes at Disneyland) with them won't be a hassle.

Once I get the driving and locations down, I'll have more time in the evenings.
For projects; Not women.

That's the other nasty habit I'm swearing off of for a while.
I just don't have the time or energy for courtship rituals at the moment.

Makes more for more time with my family and even time with myself...
All five of me.

K... Holdup...
That wasn't exactly a joke.
Not everyone will admit it, but most people have fractured personalities.
You will act one way for your parents, another way for friends, yet another for a lover and so forth.

I'm working on being whole...
The same person all the time.

Yo want to know the first step?
If there is anything you are hiding, lying about or even just afraid to admit... Get it said and out of the way.
Look for help if you have to.
Even if it means declaring a personal weakness to and trusting a "professional".
I never wanted to admit some of my other problems (no... I'm still not going to speak about them here only out of a newfound respect for others) because:
1) It would mean that I had trouble controlling and fixing myself.
2) Lack of respect for anyone else's opinion (like that's a fucking surprise).
3) I couldn't imagine that I am predictable or common enough to be figured out. THAT was the worst to me; The idea that someone else could even diagnose me by looking it up on a chart or in a book.
The very idea threatened my sense of individuality.

But here is the key:
You are not the sum of your parts.
You are not the results of your programming and function.
If you are behaving in ANY human manner possible then you are simply working in the way you were programmed and that program can become damaged.
You are the result of something divine and simply don't remember that.
And don't worry about seeing another person to help you through.
They are another version of yourself happening at a different vibration.
You can either become whole by allowing that help or continue to split, divide, and wrench yourself into several warring aspects.

Something like:
The Father who can't abide the ways of the Artist who envies the Lover who stopped talking to the Warrior because he keeps getting confused with the Nihilist who will destroy everything the Father has worked for.

Imagine the things they can accomplish when whole.

I can.
So I'm working on that.
Trust me... It ain't gonna happen all at once and won't happen at all without discipline.

That's the NEXT step.

Goodnight to all of you, from all of me.

No... THIS is good writing...

And I found it at MSN.com of all places.

Renegade

I'm sitting here at The Prommenade Mall in Temecula where I think I may have  just broken the "Acceptable Use Policy" on the public use computers by using the Aerosurf browser to get to the Windows folder so I could use Internet Explorer.

These machines have no firewall, are using XP Service Pack 1... And I have already made the hard-drive a shared device.

"Why have you decided to take your malice out on an public-access computer at the mall, Michael?"

Good question,Citizen.

I got up early this morning in order to get hosed by some raapist in a pig-suit who said he had a management position available when all he really wanted to do waas add me to his force of sales-monkeys.
I researched the company  last night and became afraid of as much.

So I walked in ten minutes late, borrowed is pen, asked him if my assumptions were correct and left.
It's a lovely pen.

Be careful posting your resume online. That's what these monsters prey upon. They hit you up and say you have the perfect qualifications for an opening they have... It just so happens that the opening is straight to Hell.
You walk in expecting an interview and before you know it, you're in some touchy-feely session with a group of about five other schmucks all talking about yourselves and how you fit in with this "wonderful opportunity".

They never would have let me in the room had they know how I feel about Sales Reps and the prrecise manner in which I believe they should be exterminated.

My temporary wrath will be made fullfilled when I have finally hacked the two "watchdof" applications ("Full Control" and "CYBERsitter").
I'll bet the passwords are saved in a .dat file in the Program Files directory.

Isn't the way things are programmed so predictable?

Satan's plea just after the fall...

Was the Devil ever sorry?
Maybe the church doesn't want you to understand what HE sacrificed for God's plan.


I haven't been dormant... I've actually been finishing a few projects. (Which is all that the shotgun was... An unfinished project).
Someone asked me tonight, "Have you done anything?"

I replied with a list.

This site was supposed to be an open discussion and debate area.
I still hope that it will be one day.

I failed all last year to make it so, but failure hasn't stopped me yet.
I am actually worried still that I have nothing to offer the world... That I might have poisoned myself so far that anything I do will now be tainted with anger or malice. It'll go away soon.

The anger is gone.
Only some frustration still remains.

Even if I never achieve any sense of spiritual immortality, I know that my children will and that is enough for me. I couldn't ask for better friends than I have. Just more time with them. Sometimes I think it might be best that my whole sense of self and consciousness is destroyed; Like weeds turned to mulch to grow flowers.
One hell of a weed though.
I've been poisoned, trampled, marked on by some of the scroungiest dogs on these streets... Give it a name if you can.

Misery may love company but having fun alone can suck too.

Life is fun.

Yes, I am a masochist but that's not as relevant as you think. I can't help but enjoy it. The fact that I've gotten stomped in the dirt more times than most guys stand up is a thrill to me. It hurts worse every time one of my romantic dreams fails but it only makes me dream harder.
And E.J. Gold can go fuck himself.

Look, Dude... I can understand your teaching people to take an "unromantic" approach to the work when it comes to expectations put on us by society and our primal instincts but the best rituals are romantic and emotional.
Instead of wasting those emotions on each other we put it into ritual.
The laws of attraction are there for a reason.
Since it truly is "As above so below", and the things we see in three dimensions are only ripples of those happening in higher... Doesn't it make sense that we are attracted to people who are aligned with us?

I'll admit that I'm not finished with the book, but come on already... I have been a human primate long enough to know when I step my hairy little foot in shit (whether I take the appropriate action or not) and this "unromantic" line seems like a way to get young and/or married women to do things with you that they normally wouldn't.

I suppose that if you ever got to reading this you would point out that you have gotten and would expect that kind of response from a male of the species.

As I pick the lice from my hair I will point out that I do appreciate the technical way things are explained in your books.
I just don't see a romantic (I don't mean a pop-culture but rather a self-sacrificial form) energy as banishing where ritual is concerned.

Like I said... I understand that the mind needs to be cleansed of pre-programmed images and desires, but I'm not going to just rip someone off the street and ask them to engage in "alchemical sex" with me.
I suppose that I could do that with total strangers if they wandered into my seminar.

Even if all I serve as is just another model of what NOT to do, at least it will be a model of what not to do when really trying.
I don't feel like being a has-been, almost-did, or even "gonna-be" (one of Dad's favorite terms).

I AM a writer.
I AM an artist.
I DO create.

When I get (and if it ain't there I might pry one) an opening, I'll take it.

Getting thrown off the stage is half the fun, and I say that you're not trying hard enough if you've never been lynched at least once.

Even if all you do is piss and moan, fucking write it down.


Enough preaching... Gotta get back to the practice part.

Take care of yourselves, you fucks... because I still love you.