I like utility tools, you know the kind that solves every problem from beer bottles to splicing wires together. My "Victorinox SwissTool" stays on my desk for any technical difficulty which I might endure. Even when I leave for my two week annual training, I know that I must bring this tool with me just for any possible catastrophe. They're awesome, especially the ones within software. They help you navigate your computer, find that right program to help with the problem.
See now here's the trick, finding that right tool that helps with everything in you're life. By tool I don't mean something actual like a cell phone or laptop, those are just simple materialistic things. By tool, maybe I'm talking about a feeling you've always had deep inside that led you to the right place, or a friend who's always there to help you, or a deeply loved one even.
"Buzz saw.." - Ryan
20090228
20090220
Where the fukc is casper?
It's late night and the best thing to do is the great American sport of pushing a remote control. I find myself watching Sci Fi's "Scariest Placest on Earth". You know one of those shows that explain so much about ghost and what not. Sparks curiosity like crazy in my mind, the type of curiosity that makes you just want to discover more and more.
I'm thinking one day I'll probably take a whole month off and just head out into the US, a nice long road trip looking for haunted spots to discover and experience a new type of fright. Not only the feeling of fright but the adrenalin of being so close to death, the feeling of "other worldly". Does it sound ridiculous? Searching for casper and all, hah.
I know one thing is for sure, I'm searching for something. It's something that deep down inside I know that I cannot grasp at all. Perhaps, I'm searching for the golden treasure that no one will ever find. Myself.
"Lost.." - Ryan
I'm thinking one day I'll probably take a whole month off and just head out into the US, a nice long road trip looking for haunted spots to discover and experience a new type of fright. Not only the feeling of fright but the adrenalin of being so close to death, the feeling of "other worldly". Does it sound ridiculous? Searching for casper and all, hah.
I know one thing is for sure, I'm searching for something. It's something that deep down inside I know that I cannot grasp at all. Perhaps, I'm searching for the golden treasure that no one will ever find. Myself.
"Lost.." - Ryan
20090219
Spoon this b*tch...
Writing is my own personal therapy, it's like masturbating all of your ideas into text. Ideas and thoughts of absolutely random things that cross my mind, which are represented by the words I view as sperm. I think writing is a chastity to my hate and anger. My selflessness is all taken apart by my every written word. I'm able to analyze and comprehend myself to see that I'm the true villain and everyone else is a hero that I try so desperately to become or beat.
It's like you're battling the world because everyone notices you're out of the norm, but really you're just trying to get by. Could it be that we're all becoming so different between one another that we've lost touch with each other?
Hate, such a strong and undesirable word. What do I hate? So much or so little? My hate ranges from the smallest to the biggest things. It's annoyance that triggers the hate.
People who see life as if they're immortal, those born with a silver fucking spoon up their ass, as if they were kings or queens. Those who don't realize that there is more trouble in this world than what they make it out to be. These people are sheltered by their walls, their plasma tv's their myspace's and facebook's, their iphone's. They expect everyone to yield before them because they were born into privilege. When you're spoken too, you're only worth a conversation of sarcasm or words that will only patronize you.
Have they any idea of what lies in this world? What evils destroy men and rape women in poor wholesome villages. No, they don't because they're too busy building their lives up more and more unable to just settle for a smile or a hug. They want things they don't need, they find themselves trying their hardest to prove something to someone. They have everything, yet they are nothing...
"Blah.." - Ryan
It's like you're battling the world because everyone notices you're out of the norm, but really you're just trying to get by. Could it be that we're all becoming so different between one another that we've lost touch with each other?
Hate, such a strong and undesirable word. What do I hate? So much or so little? My hate ranges from the smallest to the biggest things. It's annoyance that triggers the hate.
People who see life as if they're immortal, those born with a silver fucking spoon up their ass, as if they were kings or queens. Those who don't realize that there is more trouble in this world than what they make it out to be. These people are sheltered by their walls, their plasma tv's their myspace's and facebook's, their iphone's. They expect everyone to yield before them because they were born into privilege. When you're spoken too, you're only worth a conversation of sarcasm or words that will only patronize you.
Have they any idea of what lies in this world? What evils destroy men and rape women in poor wholesome villages. No, they don't because they're too busy building their lives up more and more unable to just settle for a smile or a hug. They want things they don't need, they find themselves trying their hardest to prove something to someone. They have everything, yet they are nothing...
"Blah.." - Ryan
20090218
Life Cycle..
"What am I doing?" That is the question that hits my mind as I lay my head down into my pillow, only to close my eyes and listen to my every word typed down into a precise motion. I can't necessarily see the words I'm typing at this moment, but in the end it will all be cleaned up with a simplified editing.
Life is so different, though it shares its similarities. We walk into our lives with our heads in a gutter, not exactly knowing what to do, though we take different turns; lefts and rights into different doors. We're blindfolded as we try to make our most decisive decisions.
(hold on I'm going to take a quick nap before I finish the rest of this)
Why does it seem like everything has gotten so hard for all of us? It's as if our decision-making-skills have in the end cost us so much. It's terrible when our own youth can't respect those before them, they're unable to respect themselves so obviously they're not going to respect others. Like generations to come just seem more like shit than the ones before?
I see it in this matter, it's like the human cycle. You're born so naturally you make mistakes as an infant; you shit on yourself and someone changes your diaper. You go into the world and you try to learn it; you grow. You live through your life as a teen, then an adult. Afterwards you become old and decrepit; you shit on yourself once again and someone changes your diaper for you. The human race is going through that cycle on a large scale, or so I believe.
We were immature in the beginning; we "shitted" on ourselves and someone changed our diapers. Afterwards we struggled to learn everything about our world and ourselves. Now it is only a matter of time before we start shitting on ourselves again. Life recycles itself and we all die.
(if none of this is making any sense it's ok, because it seems so mixed up)
(hopefully someone out there actually understands where I'm getting at)
I hate to say it, but with every year that passes by me I feel more and more as if society is failing itself. It's like we've lost the glisten of things our hold on happiness. Our own gild is gone.
"Gild is gone, so do we paint over the ugly parts?" - Ryan
Life is so different, though it shares its similarities. We walk into our lives with our heads in a gutter, not exactly knowing what to do, though we take different turns; lefts and rights into different doors. We're blindfolded as we try to make our most decisive decisions.
(hold on I'm going to take a quick nap before I finish the rest of this)
Why does it seem like everything has gotten so hard for all of us? It's as if our decision-making-skills have in the end cost us so much. It's terrible when our own youth can't respect those before them, they're unable to respect themselves so obviously they're not going to respect others. Like generations to come just seem more like shit than the ones before?
I see it in this matter, it's like the human cycle. You're born so naturally you make mistakes as an infant; you shit on yourself and someone changes your diaper. You go into the world and you try to learn it; you grow. You live through your life as a teen, then an adult. Afterwards you become old and decrepit; you shit on yourself once again and someone changes your diaper for you. The human race is going through that cycle on a large scale, or so I believe.
We were immature in the beginning; we "shitted" on ourselves and someone changed our diapers. Afterwards we struggled to learn everything about our world and ourselves. Now it is only a matter of time before we start shitting on ourselves again. Life recycles itself and we all die.
(if none of this is making any sense it's ok, because it seems so mixed up)
(hopefully someone out there actually understands where I'm getting at)
I hate to say it, but with every year that passes by me I feel more and more as if society is failing itself. It's like we've lost the glisten of things our hold on happiness. Our own gild is gone.
"Gild is gone, so do we paint over the ugly parts?" - Ryan
20090212
Just try to worry about the sunscreen..
The worried are the sick, they are misguided and weak. There hearts and minds are in all the wrong places because they worry so much for things that mean absolutely nothing. The mortgage on the house that has too many rooms for a family of three, the cars that burns an extreme amount of fuel; unnecessary, the cell phone with 15,000 apps and the fastest 3G network that doesn't even have flash to make the right impression in a group full of jealous critiques. We worry about our futures; about where we'll be in the next ten to fifteen years, about what we'll be doing with our lives. We wonder if either success or failure will grasp us.
Perhaps, it's not which stock is going down or how much money you've lost in the past week. The real question deals with things that blind side you on that idle Tuesday, like your late brother or sister, maybe even your mother or father. The hands of fate grasp people or certain events which change lives forever.
"Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday." - Baz Luhrmann
"By the way don't forget the sunscreen." - Ryan
Perhaps, it's not which stock is going down or how much money you've lost in the past week. The real question deals with things that blind side you on that idle Tuesday, like your late brother or sister, maybe even your mother or father. The hands of fate grasp people or certain events which change lives forever.
"Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday." - Baz Luhrmann
"By the way don't forget the sunscreen." - Ryan
20090205
Just a lil bit of porn..
False Advertising is the problem. I was at Ruby Tuesdays the other day ordering; shrimp, what a wonderful dish, we had shrimp for the appetizer and of course the main meal. It was wonderful, the only problem was the fact that as I looked onward upon the menu it seemed that the shrimp in the pictures looked rather luscious than usual. Amazed by the fact that I was eating less food than I had payed for.. Pretty fucked up.
It's kinda like a girl talking to you at the bar and telling you that she's horny and wants to fuck, but then she tells you that she doesn't want to fuck you. Fucking false advertising is a bitch hah.
By the way did the title lead you in?
- Ryan
Good ol' cow porn.
It's kinda like a girl talking to you at the bar and telling you that she's horny and wants to fuck, but then she tells you that she doesn't want to fuck you. Fucking false advertising is a bitch hah.
By the way did the title lead you in?
- Ryan
Good ol' cow porn.
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