god and creationChristians believe that humans were created in the image of god. If this were true, why would I have to urinate? Does god urinate? I think such restrictions would be limiting a perfect god. God would obviously not have to respond to the call of nature, as he is nature. Also, how could I be athiest, would it be possible for god not to believe in himself? I think not. Perhaps one could say that god has free will, so we would have the free will to do ungodly things. If god knowingly created us, he would be fully aware of our future, because he would have created us knowing what the consequences of that cgod and creation
and to my left"and to my left"and to my left
tones become evident in relation to mental and physical and i wear a shell prevention of heat and cold flow of appreciation admiration of ground rhythms
wonder on both sides and both views although one more wonderous than the next
a boldness in being yet sense unbound circular in aspect yet partially finite
separation
i find no joy in angles double-sided a grove of trees in smog that only i will notice
two of three"two of three"two of three
bugle horns invisible in raspy medieval fog a sound that is layered there, countless, unkown behind scottish mountains
sitting on a bench blades of grass a spiked line diverging from grey richness in stone
a thirty degree slant
grey meets green in a way not known except by one spinning in a grey tower trapped by brown
light rain on a face one must stop caring solitaire with a castle moisture keeps itself company
lonesome beauty well past comprehension only brough
one of three"one of three"one of three
grey smoke on a white plain a crescendo of salt air timpanis drone in four skyless clouds in a spaceless star driftwood on snow
i am wondering through this boundless triangle sleep in my eyes lines of white in my ears
the itch of a grasshopper to fly away sail in the salt wind as the timpani drone fades
to question the seven highest peaks of the mountains set in seven shades of white a solemn stone descends
a hood is removed made of the finest skin of a colorless herd o
twelve"twelve"twelve
halogen street lights black made darker by moisture and a series of dark green elements
the visual manifestation of a dark green plaid another circular couplet
apparent trends and two chords of dense aroma i can smell the B flat and feel pattern acquiring a new aesthetic and square and deep and tone to read the word "flow"
a preposition of malnutrition and neglect for mouth is far better than lips.
dense forest amidst concrete landscaping and the potential for ignition
no lights inside
Tundra"tundra"Tundra
traveller in a film over vast cracked earth distant mountains slightly shift utter stillness seen in passing great distances into texture.
composition layers of long blue green, deep red tones tension in a series of clicks awareness in a broken rythym of the great distances, tones in bars and bars, into texture.
back in....the saddle?
YAY
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
If you haven't yet, listen to the Allman Brothers Fillmore East concerts. It's the finest example of this sort of thing that I've ever heard.
-PL-
Since when did I say any of the things that you said I said? Stop putting words in my mouth.
If you go through all the people that I sent the Mali poem too (which is quite a few), youll notice that each person has a different thing on the top, somewhere with the word MALI in it. I didnt look at who I was giving certain comments to, as my main intent was to spread the poem around. I took the words of whatever song I was listenging to and put them down.
The poem wasnt for a certain reason. The poem was spread because it was good. Dont take it as a personal attack - you would have known if I attacked you.
Totally like whatever, you know?
By Taylor Mali
In case you hadn’t noticed,
it has somehow become totally uncool
to sound like you know what you’re talking about?
Or believe strongly in what you’re saying?
Invisible question marks and parenthetical (you know?)’s
have been attaching themselves to the ends of our sentences?
Even when those sentences aren’t, like, questions? You know?
Declarative sentences—so-called
because they used to, like, DECLARE things to be true
as opposed to other things which were, like, not—
have been infected by a totally hip
and tragically cool interrogative tone? You know?
Like, don’t think I’m uncool just because I’ve noticed this;
this is just like the word on the street, you know?
It’s like what I’ve heard?
I have nothing personally invested in my own opinions, okay?
I’m just inviting you to join me in my uncertainty?
What has happened to our conviction?
Where are the limbs out on which we once walked?
Have they been, like, chopped down
with the rest of the rain forest?
Or do we have, like, nothing to say?
Has society become so, like, totally . . .
I mean absolutely . . . You know?
That we’ve just gotten to the point where it’s just, like . . .
whatever!
And so actually our disarticulation . . . ness
is just a clever sort of . . . thing
to disguise the fact that we’ve become
the most aggressively inarticulate generation
to come along since . . .
you know, a long, long time ago!
I entreat you, I implore you, I exhort you,
I challenge you: To speak with conviction.
To say what you believe in a manner that bespeaks
the determination with which you believe it.
Because contrary to the wisdom of the bumper sticker,
it is not enough these days to simply QUESTION AUTHORITY.
You have to speak with it, too.
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I'm jus' here & now
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