Monthly Archives: December 2012

Time spent overcoming fear.

Make a New Year’s revolution.

Can you hear the retribution?

Brand new day; brand new year.

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preservation

I find it funny when hunting stores asks you at the checkout if you want to donate to the natural wildlife preservation foundation, almost like they secretly want hunting to be a necessity because there are so many deer and elk roaming around. Like somehow if there were an abundance of bald eagles your first complaint would be, “Yeah, these binoculars are great, but they don’t shoot anything.”

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Ideal

People overlook the skills you need to be really good at to be a secret agent. Memorizing maps to navigate in a car chase, arts and crafts/media design to forge documents, and don’t forget fashion design to change your disguise/hairstyle. Seems like the ideal candidate for a secret agent is a taxi driver with a media degree in fashion school.

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experience

Malls seem to become magical secular “winter wonderlands” around Christmas time. The only reason there is all this confetti and fanfare around Christmas is because of Christmas. But stores don’t want to offend any of their customers, so they don’t explicitly acknowledge Christmas. However I’m Christian and see all this stuff and feel a little offended that they’re taking advantage of Christmas in this way without at least, at the bare minimum, giving credit where credit is due. But it’s not the stores’ fault. They’re just practicing good business. It’s the people that go to the mall and support the stores during this time that are to blame with the cold secularity of the ‘winter holiday’ season. If less people supported the stores as they prepare for Christmas midway through November, then the stores wouldn’t start decorating so early. You can’t blame anyone but yourself. So if you don’t agree with it, then make sure you have nothing to do with it, because when I walk through the mall I don’t want to hear your hypocritical ass complaining about it and ruining my seasonal shopping experience! I’m trying to enjoy myself here. I don’t need to hear “Seriously, what’s happening to the world?” as I’m cruising the mall. You are free to leave at anytime.

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Shattered portrait ripped to shreds.

I could only watch it burn.

Faces blackened and erased.

Family ties, now loosened threads.

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“It doesn’t have to be perfect, it just has to be convincing.”

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Why is Johan Sebastian Bach’s name pronounced like “Bock?” It’s a C-H sound; shouldn’t it be Johan Sebastian “Batch?”

No. “Bock” is just the way you’re supposed to say it.

But why?

Because people have always said it that way.

You really such at explaining things.

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“You don’t have to agree with someone to learn from them.”

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Silent silhouettes surrender.

Midnight faces chase the heat.

Racing thoughts not yet engendered;

Dreams still trapped between the sheets.

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