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A_Munkey
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Name: Love
Country: United States
State: North Carolina
Birthday: 6/8/1982
Gender: Male
Interests: well... Acting like a moron.
Expertise: Acting like a moron.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Construction
Message: message me
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Member Since:
10/16/2002
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| Well it's been exactly one month since I posted here so here it goes:
My life up to this point has been a bit better of late. God still likes to introduce a bit more irony into my life than I'd like but it's all good. What would life be like without a little irony? I have a new job and I now look like this:
that's a large picture....
Anywho, this was taken right after my job interview, which I got. I will now be doing something involving addendums and residential real estate appraisals. That's exciting, but nerve racking for someone who hates transition and/or change. Oh well.
And.... that's about it. 'tis been a rather boring update, but an update nonetheless. Have fun and stay classy.
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| So.... I'm not a big poetry guy. I tend to suck at it. But I want to post something because I'm trying to blog a little bit more regularly than once every 5 months. SO here's an oldie but goodie I wrote a while ago:
The Knife
A rusty butcher knife carves its way across the earth
spewing out
splintered wood, drinking gallons of dirt
it slices through
hopes and leaves
a gash bleeding
moaning screams
twisting and
turning
train without its
track
when the rusty knife is gone
thousands pray
it never
comes
back
Also, from the same set (for some reason I have this bundled with another poem)
The Fog
I walk down the street
into a thick cloud of fog
it surrounds me
seeping into every nook and cranny
until it’s all I can see
The cloud wraps me up
like being engulfed in a flannel blanket
lying in a well used bed
and like my favorite pillow
the cloud consumes my head
I get lost
And the fog eats up my worries,
feasts on my cares
I just keep on walking
and I’ll end up where ever, somewhere
Just as it starts to get really good
a cold rain begins to pour
I’m drenched, and now I can see
the fog swirls away with the wind and rain
replaced by chilled concrete
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| Greetings from EasterWell. I just woke up from a Sunday nap in which I had a dream where I
was an astronaut who discovered an ancient space station built by nazis
and I also froze ketchup packets in sace and threw them at Earth which
is apparently what astronauts do for fun in my dreams. I normally don't
take naps because I usually get enough sleep on Sundays but this Sunday
I went to church with me ma which starts earlier and lasts longer and
is infinitely more Baptist. It was a bit frustrating because I really, really,
wanted to go to my church and bring my Mom along in honor of Easter.
But since she teaches Suday School I ended up going with her, which was
fun because I got to see her teach sunday school. So, really, it wasn't
that frustrating after all.
And did you know that Christ is risen? (He is risen indeed!)
Seriously, He is, and it rocks because it gives us all hope which some of us have in very short supply.
Happy Easter!
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| Back in BlackSo I got my comics today. I love it when I get my comics. It rocks. And I just recently resubscribed to Amazing Spiderman just in time for the Back in Black story arc. Now for those of you non-geeks out there this means that Spiderman is going back to dancing around in his black costume:
Which looks cool, but doesn't make much sense because of the connotations. But, this most recent one explained why. It seems that someone close to Pete (as I like to call him) got hurt. And he got so friggin' angry that he's now suffering from blood lust. In this most recent issue he's going around beating the crap outta people and breaking hands and generally being a bad***. It's cool and everything but it really hit home with me.
You see there are two comic book characters I absolutely love and have always loved. One is Batman and the other is Spider-man. When I think "comic book" thse guys are who I think of. Batman's always represented my emotional core. He's determined, bad**, and fundamentally messed up on the inside. Kind of what I want to be and what I am all mixed together. His life sucks and he basically revels in it.
Spider-man, on the other hand, represents my other emotional core and also my streak of optimism. This guy's life has sucked just as bad as batman's but what does he do? He cracks jokes. He gets married to the hottest character in comicdom (well MJ and Rogue kind of have a tie). And he just generally seems to have a good time no matter what is thrown at him. His life sucks and he just yells "F You I wanna have fun!" So really, Spider man is what I really want to be. Bad*** but humble and fun at the same time.
This most recent story line wrecks all of that though. And I can't help but feel like thta's what's been happening to me. My optimism and idealism has taken a turn for the even worse. I'm finding myself more pissed off, and more irritated, and just more cranky more often. I'm hating everything around me, and I'm really really hating myself (even more than usual). And really, I don't know why. I guess I'm just tired. Tired of my life. Tired of being a Christian. Tired of being me. And most of all, I'm tired of being angry and hateful.
Sometimes I too, want to don that black costume and swear hateful revenge on the world. Give up on God and just go my own way. But I can't. I don't know if it's me being smart or me being a wuss. But I really can't.
Sigh. I need hope.
And man... I was also hping this one wouldn't be horribly depressing either!
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| The Red HerringKnow what a red herring is? It's that device used in mystery stories to distract the reader from the real killer. It's someone so painful that they absolutely must be the killer. Yet, they aren't. They're overly critical, mean, or good for some obscure and real reason. Meanwhile the real killer kills with impunity because everybody/the audience is chasing around the red herring.
Well.... I have a theory. In life there are red herrings, but they serve a completely different purpose. They're those impossible girls you develop crushes on simply to distract you from the girls you actually have a chance with. Yes, I know, you're thinking. Geez Will, another girl post? After such a long time? And I say this: "At least it's not horribly depressing!"
Anywho, the red herring. I've got one of those right now and it's driving me nuts. God, she's awesome. But she doesn't exist AND she's unavailable, AND she's 98% likely to not feel the same way about me. Yet despite all these things I'm really wanting to think about her and talk to her and, you know, do all those crazy/creepy things you do when you have a crush on someone. But in my heart of hearts I know she's a red herring. And a bad one at that. Man, I'm such an emotional retard.
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