live out of your suitcase

one day never, in the far distant completely unforeseeable future,
i will never stop changing.
i fear that the death of our minds, is the minute we are content with our state and status in life.
i mean, being satisfied is one thing, but I think we can never achieve any kind of perfect state.

once someone thinks they have reached the pinnacle of "success",
according to their ruler, yard stick, scale, or other respective measuring device
increase it exponentially.
think inches to feet,
then feet to miles.
think in different terms,
miles to pounds,
pounds to fahrenheit,
and then
all of that to
lightyears.

success is held up by the consensus of society.
they should never be a barometer of your endeavors.

we need reminders that standing in one place, will cause the roots of everything
surrounding to overtake us.
we need reminders that if we float for too long, we will exhaust and drown.
staring at the sun makes you blind.

so all of your dreams,
the ones you have at night that make you think of all the yesterdays,
and the ones during the days that make you think of the tomorrow's.
these are your own, and can never be taken.

our modern day comics

has it ever occured?
that in our search for a modern day hero or some kind of role model to look up to,
we find ourselves looking for the villians our hero can fight?
why are there no conventional heros?
because there are no conventional villians.
so our superman, batman,and what-ever man has become un-employed and uneeded.
no white knight valiantly riding in to save the day
no unjustices to fight! no evil overlord to overthrow!
there is simply
no fucking contrast
between
what is
good
and
bad.

good and evil is no longer a timeless issue, because theres now a gray void in between the two that is incresingly subjective.

evil republicans?
or
self-righteous conservatives?

bloodsucking democrats?
or
understanding liberals.

everything is just to subjective now days.
everything is to politically incorrect.
as if one needs approval to state an opinion contrary to popular belief.

censor - censor -censor - censor

batman just isn't politically correct.

brita, the hoover dam, and a plastic colander

i think the epitome of happiness is found in human companionship,
because it is by far the most beautiful thing on Earth.

we look for all these different things to satisfy and make us feel complete but it lies in the company we keep.

its when we disregard common interests and physical barriers we are truly content.
true love involves making exceptions to achieve what we think is perfect.
because perfection is never achieved until we tear down our filters and standards
and view them flawless/

happy may

operator, connect me to the rest of the world.
connect me to the people who will scream passion.
connect me to the people who will leak chemistry.

my moods have aged like cheap wine,
in an effort to feel free i have barreled these feelings up,
but they have fermented for too long, and now i taste bitter,
as if all the bad sediments have settled to the bottom.

or maybe its more like champagne?
i have been shaken in anticipation for a celebration,
only to be set down for the next year.
i am waiting, contemplating,
sitting in a stagnant state

hoping-eager to explode-all-of-my-feelings on someonesomethinganything?!

excuse ma'am, but where have you misplaced my mind?

lost in translation

taken from the eurostar leaving the english channel

laughter in a can

as if we forget to laugh,
sitcoms are funny in the sense they assume the general public needs some kind of cue to laugh.
have you ever wondered what kind of people giggle at the flattest of jokes.
the kind of people that wait for tickets for free sitcoms, and then watch for the "applause" light.
then these already fabricated laughs are recorded, remastered, and then scrambled around to form different sets of laughs.
the one where you can hear the big fat guy.

permission granted to laugh.
the punch-line has been delivered. laugh.

somewhere your happiness is stored inside of an old hollywood vault.

laugh tracks give a shelf lifes to jokes.
like the dates on the gallons of milk in the supermarket.

this joke has an expiration date of .6 seconds,
please stop laughing.

somewhere your happiness is stored inside of an old hollywood vault.

mega bite.

okay consider this,

maybe were all drones.
no no, not in the matrix kind of, fight club, trendy liberalist kind of way.
i mean really drones.

cells. like blood cells. working together for a common good.

but then you'd have to look at it from a wide angle. try and step out of the box. its like looking thru a pair of binoculars, but looking at them thru the wrong end so everything seems small and distant.
so it looks something like this:
us <>

so theres a big picture, a much bigger picture than we imagined. greater than some astronomy class universe equals lightyears equals space.
imagine if the universe was some living creature, and we were the small miniscule cells that regulated body functions.

i mean really, what is our main purpose in life. .
(reproduction)
the creation of new bodies.

and when we look thru the wrong end of the binoculars, and look at the history of earth, really nothing has changed. the oceans are still here, the sky, clouds, oxegyn levels are still high.

and then we must ask who maintains this perfect cycle of natural resources. this perfect ring of organic supplies. because beauty is not without work and maintenance.

animals. their complex and symbiotic nature forms food chains a flawless cycle of life. the earth depends on the mere fact that animals exist and live out their life on it.

because, over the past three thousand or something years, besides the triumphs and sucess of the human race



oh god, so does this make us the cancer of the universe?