Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Yelps from the Closet: Are you stupid? If so, don't read.
Yelps from the Closet: Are you stupid? If so, don't read.: "It was a long day for the Lord. Wine doesn't just make itself. There are grapes and vines and stomping involved. Yet, Jesus loved his wine..."
Are you stupid? If so, don't read.
It was a long day for the Lord. Wine doesn't just make itself. There are grapes and vines and stomping involved.
Yet, Jesus loved his wine. By God, he had it in mind his last meal. Nothing goes better with bread than a nice dry red paired with a sacrificing of oneself.
And the Lord spoketh and said,
"hey, yo, you thee, I don't even speak anything other than old-school roman and maybe a bit of Latin,... ergo, what the fuck you talkin; 'bout?'
... And those seeking knowledge responded ... ' huh?'
And the wise one stumbled upon his thoughts before realizing that 'huh? was an answer that spoke to the masses.
The Lord,some God, spoke unto the ones seeking guidance and said ... "Go home, you will make a fool of yourself as those before you have done..."... "Ye are a dumbass worthy of notice yet capable pf knowledge ..."
And, I could only comprehend this message as one of, 'This is bullshit', I haven't learned nothing in my long life" ...
Simply put, I'm not simply put.
Decipher me and my mind.
So, Jesus left the masses with no clear direction yet all those around him somehow knew what he wanted them to do and how he wanted them to react.
................................................ Fast forward two thousnd years, give or take a decade.
Think for a momnet.
Think a bit more.
Hello.
Welcome to self-awareness.
Slow down and think for a moment .... you are more than what your mirror shows....
Yet, Jesus loved his wine. By God, he had it in mind his last meal. Nothing goes better with bread than a nice dry red paired with a sacrificing of oneself.
And the Lord spoketh and said,
"hey, yo, you thee, I don't even speak anything other than old-school roman and maybe a bit of Latin,... ergo, what the fuck you talkin; 'bout?'
... And those seeking knowledge responded ... ' huh?'
And the wise one stumbled upon his thoughts before realizing that 'huh? was an answer that spoke to the masses.
The Lord,some God, spoke unto the ones seeking guidance and said ... "Go home, you will make a fool of yourself as those before you have done..."... "Ye are a dumbass worthy of notice yet capable pf knowledge ..."
And, I could only comprehend this message as one of, 'This is bullshit', I haven't learned nothing in my long life" ...
Simply put, I'm not simply put.
Decipher me and my mind.
So, Jesus left the masses with no clear direction yet all those around him somehow knew what he wanted them to do and how he wanted them to react.
................................................ Fast forward two thousnd years, give or take a decade.
Think for a momnet.
Think a bit more.
Hello.
Welcome to self-awareness.
Slow down and think for a moment .... you are more than what your mirror shows....
For Your Consideration
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Where are you on ths above scale?
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Where are you on ths above scale?
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Yelps from the Closet: A Week in A Syllable
Yelps from the Closet: A Week in A Syllable: "It is amazing the difference that 120 hours makes. Five days of 24 hours. 1,440 minutes a day, 7,200 minutes in five days. As the numbers in..."
A Week in A Syllable
It is amazing the difference that 120 hours makes. Five days of 24 hours. 1,440 minutes a day, 7,200 minutes in five days. As the numbers increase the time stays the same.
"Jeff," you say, "What in the HELL are you getting at?"
Good question. The answer is simple .... Monday started like shit, ended wonderfully and morphed into a period of five days, 120 hours, congealed into a package resembling a Jello Mold full of cat food and M&M's. Do you eat it or pick at the good stuff?
To make a long story short, I shed a skin this week. I shed a great deal of anger and suppressed pain. Yes, I have been harboring a bit of anger and pain in case you haven't noticed. Some, if not most, might be visible in a few of my past blogs. But now, I plan on presenting the new kinder, gentler, civilized Jeff. All due to the last 120 hours of my life. No, really.
Again, you might ask, "Hey, dipshit, what the fuck you talkin' 'bout?"
I don't know exactly, to tell you the truth. All I know is that on Monday night, February 14, 2011, at approximately 8:30 PM, my life changed with a single-syllable word ... "Yes".
The next morning, the sun shone brighter, the birds snored louder and I listened to a Babyface song on my iPod. More importantly, after plugging my ears with soda straws, I didn't have any anger. No resentment. Not because of Babyface (I quickly jumped to a Megadeth tune on the iPod), but because of a word uttered in response my request. 'Yes'.
Now, how does a man who uses his pain and anger as an outward expression of self continue to express the anger, hurt and pain that drives his creative ego when the pain is erased by a single word of commitment?
It's a fair question ... the answer for me is simple. I continue to write. You see, I don't forget the anger and hurt, I only now choose to express it in a more positive way. It's as if the arm at the westbound tollroad access closed during rush hour for the eastbound traffic to head home is dropped during approach. If that makes sense to you then you need to call me, you have issues.
To make a long story short, my yin committed to my yang and, as such, my soul released baggage that would put me over the limit for a flight to the future.
No more anger. No more resentment. No more hindrances.
'Yes'
Let the life begin.
"Jeff," you say, "What in the HELL are you getting at?"
Good question. The answer is simple .... Monday started like shit, ended wonderfully and morphed into a period of five days, 120 hours, congealed into a package resembling a Jello Mold full of cat food and M&M's. Do you eat it or pick at the good stuff?
To make a long story short, I shed a skin this week. I shed a great deal of anger and suppressed pain. Yes, I have been harboring a bit of anger and pain in case you haven't noticed. Some, if not most, might be visible in a few of my past blogs. But now, I plan on presenting the new kinder, gentler, civilized Jeff. All due to the last 120 hours of my life. No, really.
Again, you might ask, "Hey, dipshit, what the fuck you talkin' 'bout?"
I don't know exactly, to tell you the truth. All I know is that on Monday night, February 14, 2011, at approximately 8:30 PM, my life changed with a single-syllable word ... "Yes".
The next morning, the sun shone brighter, the birds snored louder and I listened to a Babyface song on my iPod. More importantly, after plugging my ears with soda straws, I didn't have any anger. No resentment. Not because of Babyface (I quickly jumped to a Megadeth tune on the iPod), but because of a word uttered in response my request. 'Yes'.
Now, how does a man who uses his pain and anger as an outward expression of self continue to express the anger, hurt and pain that drives his creative ego when the pain is erased by a single word of commitment?
It's a fair question ... the answer for me is simple. I continue to write. You see, I don't forget the anger and hurt, I only now choose to express it in a more positive way. It's as if the arm at the westbound tollroad access closed during rush hour for the eastbound traffic to head home is dropped during approach. If that makes sense to you then you need to call me, you have issues.
To make a long story short, my yin committed to my yang and, as such, my soul released baggage that would put me over the limit for a flight to the future.
No more anger. No more resentment. No more hindrances.
'Yes'
Let the life begin.
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