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Spamalot / all music is pleasing to the Gods
« on: October 11, 2014, 12:49:10 PM »
but the kind that gets the pussy juice flowing is the most sacred:

SchoolBoy Q - Studio (Explicit) ft. BJ The Chicago Kid

General Disconation / San Francisco 18th-1st
« on: October 10, 2014, 12:55:17 PM »
Gonna be at Stanford again, coming back as an advisor for the Alaskan cohort of the First Nations Program there. As an advisor I'll have a little more free time, but not much. I also don't drink currently and due to my perceived mental health state I will likely not be drinking anytime soon, but I am down to hang out, and if for some reason I am drinking then I should at the very least be an interesting post.

General Disconation / Why Are There So Few Doctors in Rural America?/
« on: October 08, 2014, 10:12:57 PM »
/What's more, doctors working in the hinterlands face geographic struggles that a Dupont Circle dermatologist can't fathom. In Alaska's villages, community health aides work out of single-room clinics, relying on shaky phone and Internet connections for back-up. Many Native Alaskans speak rare tribal tongues as their first language. Overt complaining is not customary among some of the tribes, making it difficult for doctors to understand their symptoms. Transfers of patients to specialists or emergency rooms depend on the schedules of rickety charter planes, which often get "weathered up," or prevented from flying because of rain, snow, or some combination of the two.

Butler, from the Tribal Health Consortium, was once working out of a clinic on St. Lawrence Island, which floats just below the Bering Strait. One morning, there was a knock at the door and a local resident brought in a 14-year-old with a massive facial wound and cerebrospinal fluid pouring out of his nose. After the boy was stabilized, a blizzard rolled in, and Butler and the health aide spent the next six hours waiting for the weather to clear before a plane could come collect him.



Spamalot / Would marry
« on: October 08, 2014, 06:51:21 PM »
bjork - bachelorette

I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
You're the bird on the brim
Hypnotised by the Whirl

Drink me, make me feel real
Wet your beak in the stream
Game we're playing is life
Love is a two way dream

Leave me now, return tonight
Tide will show you the way
If you forget my name
You will go astray
Like a killer whale
Trapped in a bay

I'm a path of cinders
Burning under your feet
You're the one who walks me
I'm your one way street

I'm a whisper in water
Secret for you to hear
You are the one who grows distant
When I beckon you near

Leave me now, return tonight
The tide will show you the way
If you forget my name
You will go astray
Like a killer whale
Trapped in a bay

I'm a tree that grows hearts
One for each that you take
You're the intruder hand
I'm the branch that you break

General Disconation / Japanese help!
« on: October 07, 2014, 09:31:37 PM »
I'm gonna get my kid cartoons in Japanese. I definitely wanna get some of the ones we already have in Japanese, but I am mostly looking for some good kid cartoons (princess mononoke is about the goriest thing they watched i think so nothing worse than that) that are from Japan, and reflect Japanese culture etc. I figure if he's gonna immerse, dem cartoons better be immersed.

Spamalot / Mern (EQ related)
« on: October 07, 2014, 05:03:50 PM »
You ever get your spells researched? I grabbed bond of death, and looking for lich. I might just level to 50+ and use those spells. lol

General Disconation / The End is Near! (paging Ssalam)
« on: October 06, 2014, 12:05:33 PM »

Some of the more unbearable atheists will also enjoy this:

I'm sorry Left Behind fans.

But, there is no such thing as the rapture.

Of course, you couldn't tell me this when I was in high school because I was head over heals in love with biblical prophecy. Nothing else mattered. I was utterly convinced that the book of Revelation was a road map to the future and Jack Van Impe was the prophet who could unlock the apocalyptic map for me. I even had the Jack Van Impe Prophecy Bible, leather bound and color coordinated to let me know exactly what each verse prophesied. So sure was I that the rapture would happen at any moment, that I believed it to be my mission from God to scare let everyone around me know that the end was nigh so they would not be left behind.

I was genuinely shocked every morning when I would wake up to find myself still in my bed and not standing at the pearly gates.

Was my math wrong?

Had I missed a color-coded clue in my prophecy bible?

Surely Jack Van Impe hadn't misread a sign in the news. So why hadn't I been raptured already??

This went on for years, until finally I entered college.

A christian college, of course. Where else would a end times expert go to school?

I was a religion major. So, I decided I would clear this rapture matter up once and for all with one of my religion professors as soon as possible and finally get an precise date for the rapture.

After all, isn't that the whole point of being a New Testament scholar? To be able to predict the rapture?

Not long after I arrived at college I had a meeting with my advisor, a professor in New Testament theology. I thought surely, if anyone understands the signs of the times as well as Jack Van Impe it would be him. So, I confidently marched into his office, instantly recognized that his efforts to work through my class schedule were a not so subtle invitation to discuss the apocalypse, and spent the next 20 minutes or so explaining to him why I knew that the end was nigh and why I was so frustrated that this fact wasn't the only thing we talked about in class or the only thing my pastor preached about every Sunday morning.

Fortunately for me, he was a patient man.

It was almost as if he had heard this speech before from some other young end times expert. While I hated his response at the time, his words forever changed my perspective on biblical prophecy and the rapture.

He said, "Here's my problem with Jack Van Impe and guys like him: They are trying to pinpoint places on prophetic map that simply doesn't exist. Are we living in the last days? Absolutely, but we have been ever since Jesus walked out of the tomb on Easter morning."

He said more, but to be honest I don't remember it because I was floored. How dare he say there is no prophetic roadmap?! Had he not read any of the Left Behind books?? It was all there in black and white!!

When I finally calmed down about a week later, I decided to investigate his nonsensical claim further and attempt to do so with as open a mind as I possible could. It wasn't an easy process. Or a short one. But once I reached the end of my prophetic investigative journey I reached one clear and indisputable conclusion.

I was wrong.

It hurt to admit it and to be honest it kinda still does. But there was no way around it -- the rapture was never, ever going to happen.

You see, I had made the same mistake that Jack Van Impe makes. He shouts (or at least passionately pleas) the loudest and only hears others like him shouting that the end is nigh. So, over time he becomes convinced that the rapture is imminent, that he has it all (or at least a lot of it) figured out, and that everyone who disagrees will be left behind.

Like my prophetic hero, I was screaming the loudest that the rapture was imminent and I only surrounded myself with voices that agreed with me. Because of this, I was never able to hear a crucial piece of information: No one in the church has ever even believed in the rapture until the last 200 years or so.

You see, the idea of a rapture never even appears on the church's radar until the late 18th and early 19th centuries. You would think that such a pivotal moment in the life of the church would get a least a brief mention by someone like Luther or Calvin or Aquinas or maybe Augustine. But there is only silence.


Well the first reason is fairly straightforward.

The term "rapture" appears no where in the Bible. Of course, neither does the word "trinity." But the concept of a triune God does appear throughout the New Testament. While the idea of believers being "caught up in the air" is mentioned, it is metaphorically describing the Second Coming. Paul is not claiming, nor even implying that Christians will disappear before all hell breaks loose on earth.

In fact, (and this is probably the second biggest reason the great thinkers of the church don't talk about the rapture) the very idea of the rapture is antithetical to the narrative of scripture.


Because the Bible is a story about a God who journeys with His people through hard times even when it is God who has unleashed the judgment. He doesn't pluck them out of danger. Whether that danger is slavery in Egypt, wandering in the wilderness, exile in Babylon, the travails of Job, oppression under the Romans, or the persecution of the early church, God walks with God's people through the valley of the shadow of death. He doesn't snatch them out of it.

If that is true, then our love for the rapture reveals a lack of love for the very world Jesus came to save. The very idea of the church abandoning the world in its time of need is endemic of an American Christianity that is more focused on the self than the needs of the other, more gnostic (concerned with right ideas) than actually Christian, and hyper-focused on the hereafter to the detriment of the here and now. Yes, the Second Coming is important -- but so is everything that happens before.

But perhaps the most important thing to remember is the book of Revelation is not a road map to the future. It is the declaration that Jesus will return, justice will be granted to the oppressed, and all things will be made new. But it is not attempting to give precise details on how that will happen.

Rather than an apocalyptic road map, Revelation is a book of worship. It exists to declare the glory, power, and grace of God. It is not a guidebook to the apocalypse.

Now, I absolutely believe that Jesus will return one day to wipe away every tear from our eyes and make all things new.

But that is the Second Coming, not the rapture. Those are two very, very different things. One allows us to neglect the present world and let it crumble away while we focus on our own eternal glory. The other beckons us to participate in God's restoration of creation by loving His people and showing them how to live the life God intended until He does return to bring that work of redemption to final completion.

We are absolutely living in the last days, but as my professor said so long ago, we have been ever since Jesus walked about of the tomb on Easter morning.

So, let us live as if these truly are the last days, not by running around telling the world "Good luck, we'll see you later!"But by incarnating the love of God to a world desperately in need of His grace.

By doing that, we affirm the truth and hope of the resurrection while showing the world that the return of our Lord is not something to be feared.

It's something to celebrate.

Spamalot / Antarctica the Polymorphess
« on: October 01, 2014, 12:00:26 PM »
Ahab - Antarctica The Polymorphess

Spamalot / Dear Buhbuh
« on: October 01, 2014, 11:56:02 AM »
Listen, some of your friends in Norrath have noticed you haven't logged in for a while. While we are happy for you, we also worry. Are you OK pal?

Spamalot / one last poem
« on: September 29, 2014, 04:50:49 AM »

General Disconation / The Sarah Palin Channel
« on: September 28, 2014, 01:33:55 PM »

The Sarah Palin Channel. (

Sarah Palin still exists.

I know. I was beginning to have my doubts, too. Once upon a time, Palin was everywhere. On Fox News. On reality TV. On the cover of Time. And Newsweek. And Time. And Newsweek. And Time, and Newsweek, and Newsweek again.

Now Palin is none of those places. For most of us, she is but a receding image in the rearview mirror of human history — a bit of trivia to be trotted out on a future episode of "Who Remembers the Aughties?" That meticulous chestnut coif. Those glinting, frameless glasses. That chirpy "you betcha" accent. The Mama Grizzly herself.

And yet, as I recently discovered — the hard way — Palin is still with us. By "with" I mean starring in a steady stream of shoestring videos on her own Internet television station. And by "us" I mean "anyone who is willing to send Sarah Palin $9.95 a month or $99.95 a year for the privilege of watching said videos." (Palin's fellow yesteryear conservative Glenn Beck also relies on a subscription-based channel to maintain — and monetize — his political celebrity.)

Curious? Of course you are. (You clicked on this story, didn't you?) The sad truth, however, is that in these tough economic times, many Americans don’t have as much money to spend on Sarah Palin videos as they once did.

So I've decided to help out.

Earlier this month, I subscribed to the Sarah Palin Channel. I entered my credit card info. I said au revoir to my $9.95. And then, in an effort to Understand What the Heck Is Going On With Sarah Palin Circa 2014, I proceeded to binge-watch every single video that America's Hockey Mom-in-Chief has posted since launching her site five weeks ago. All 77 of them.

It was an illuminating experience.


It's worth noting, before we dive in, that the Sarah Palin Channel — produced in partnership with Tapp, the Web TV venture headed by Jeff Gaspin, former chairman of NBCUniversal television, and Jon Klein, former president of CNN U.S. — is more than just videos. There's also a national debt ticker; a clock that counts down the seconds until Barack Obama leaves office; links to Palin's books; links to Bristol Palin's blog; an Image of the Day (an "Obamacare Death Panel" cartoon: "Let's start with jobs"); a Quote of the Day (Ronald Reagan: "The problem is not that people are taxed too little, the problem is that government spends too much"); and, finally, a Word of the Day selected by Palin's mother, Sally Heath ("perfunctory adj. Done routinely and with little interest or care").

But the videos, of course, are where the action is. Each clip features Palin responding to fans, giving viewers a "behind the scenes" look at her life, or holding forth on one subject or another: Labor Day, Mo'ne Davis, Mike Ditka, Richard Dawkins, James Foley, Rick Perry, World War I, Elizabeth Warren, Richard Nixon, "Duck Dynasty," and so on. The production is amateurish: handheld camera, reverberating audio, iMovie edits. The setting rarely strays from Palin's lakefront McMansion in Wasilla. The star relocates from her kitchen to her den to her living room, from her deck to her yard. Her outfits — pink fleece, furry white vest, red blazer, green Oscar the Grouch tee — cycle in and out. Her hair is up, then down, then up again. Sometimes she calls out to her husband, Todd, who responds from another room; sometimes her children can be seen watching Nick Jr. in the background. All in all, Palin seems less like a former GOP vice presidential nominee in the middle of making a television show than like a bored, slightly desperate housewife in the middle of making a vlog.

Lest anyone think that's a bad thing, however, let me be clear: It's not. It is, in fact, the most interesting thing about the Sarah Palin Channel. The more I watched, the more I began to realize that the real drama on display wasn't the clash between, say, Palin's bold frontier conservatism and Obama's so-called crypto-Muslim plot to fundamentally transform America. It was the battle taking place inside of Sarah Palin herself.

Call it the Tale of Two Palins. The first is the Palin that Palin thinks she's supposed to be. The Conservative Leader. The Christian Role Model. The Constitutional Scholar. The woman who once campaigned for the White House and feels compelled to weigh in on the Islamic State militants and Ukraine and the NSA because, who knows, she might run again someday. "I never believe in closing any doors," Palin declares when a subscriber asks about 2016. "I don't know what the future holds." This is who Palin's posse tells her she is — and who her fans want her to be.

And then there's the other Palin: the one Palin actually, you know, is. The one who isn't all that curious about world affairs. The one who's more interested in what's happening in Alaska than in the lower 48. The one who was propelled to political superstardom, before she was ready, by forces largely beyond her control. And the one who, deep down, in spite of all her bravado and bluster, still doesn't quite think she deserves all the attention.

The first Palin is the one the Sarah Palin Channel is designed to promote; the second Palin is the Palin who keeps peeking through, regardless.

When Palin tries to be the first Palin — especially in the early videos, before her handlers start scripting her remarks — she seems like a C student bluffing her way through an oral exam.

Here she is, for example, explaining why Billy Graham was such a pivotal figure in the history of American Christianity: "He could spread the world about" — wiggling a black Bible — "how important this is and how truuuuue this is. Simple message. And so, so passionate. He's great because he's passionate about what it is he does."

Here she is explaining how Obama has weakened America's standing in the world: "Now our enemies chide us, laugh at us, say they're going to come over and get us and kill our allies like Israel because we backtracked on that road that America had been known for and that was an appropriate superpower role that we had on the globe."

And here she is explaining how Congress should punish the president's misdeeds. "How do we send the message to Obama? We begin the process of impeachment, and once that message is sent that's a clear message to be received by his predecessors so that any future president will know that we're not going to put up with it.

In Palin's world, the 100th anniversary of World War I is called a "sentinel." Adolescence is described as a child's "formidable" years. After losing the 1960 presidential contest to John F. Kennedy, Richard Nixon chose to "run again in '67 and '72." And even a scripted video, such as Palin's Conservative Response to Elizabeth Warren's Progressive Commandments, can dissipate into some pretty surreal word salad the second that Palin decides to ad-lib.
"We believe that fast-food workers deserve a livable wage," Warren says in a news clip.

Cut to Palin. "We believe ... wait, I thought ... fast-food joints?" she replies, veering off-script. "Don't you guys think they're of the devil or somethin'? That's why, liberals, you want to send those evil employees who work at a fast-food joint that you don't believe in ... thought you wanted to, I don't know, send 'em to purgatory or somethin', so they all go vegan. And wages and picket lines ... I don't know, they're not often discussed in purgatory, are they? I don't know. Why are you even worried about fast-food wages?"

Simplistic (or even nonsensical) policy pronouncements are nothing new for Palin. But the surprising thing about the Sarah Palin Channel is that it's not live TV; her people could've edited the unflattering stuff out. That they didn't is borderline self-sabotage, politically speaking.

And yet from a personal perspective it actually makes for pretty revealing viewing. In video after video, Palin comes off as insecure and even vulnerable — the opposite of the tough Mama Grizzly image she strives in public to maintain. Ultimately, this is a much more compelling Sarah Palin — the exposed, uncertain Palin that Palin can't help but be.

Recalling her famous 2008 convention speech, she admits that's she's never reviewed the tape. "I don't want to watch myself," she says, lowering her eyes. "I'm as annoyed with my shrilly voice as you guys are, believe me."

Later, Palin describes what has changed in her life in the last six years. "At the time, I carried three cellphones: two for work and one for personal," she says. "Now I only carry one." A glimmer of sadness — a dim awareness, perhaps, of how far she's drifted from the center of the political universe — flashes across her face.

When Palin paraphrases Nixon's farewell address — "The haters are gonna hate," as she puts it — she quickly apologizes for botching the language. Nixon "said it much more articulately," Palin adds. "Much more gracefully. Graciously."

"My garden is kind of pathetic," Palin confesses at one point. "Which is par for the course."

Complimenting Joan Rivers for her outspoken support of Israel, Palin can't help but self-deprecate. "No doubt [Rivers] is appalled by my style," she mutters. "Or lack thereof."

Gazing wistfully at a framed White House photo with Todd, President George W. Bush, and first lady Laura Bush, Palin begins to fantasize. Her ambitions aren't particularly lofty. "Someday, we may be back there," she whispers — "having dinner with another president."

Palin chokes up when she finds a letter that her son Track sent her before he shipped off to Iraq. "I don't care what the 'politicos' say," she insists, bucking herself up, "because I'm the mother of a combat vet."

Palin starts to cry when an admirer writes about a special-needs school in Wisconsin that might be "a future prospect" for her other son, Trig, who was born with Down syndrome. "He still doesn't eat a lot of solid food," she admits, sounding momentarily defeated. "He's the only kid in the world who hasn't had a Cheerio yet."

And in my favorite video, "Mom-in-Chief," Palin tries to interest Trig in "One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish"; he slaps the book away and watches "SpongeBob" instead. Palin tries to convince her son to count and to identify the color of her fleece; he'd rather tap at his DVD player. This goes on for seven uneventful minutes: Palin tries to show us that she can mother the boy; Trig only occasionally responds.

No one can prove in a quick Web video that he or she is a good parent. But what's clear in the clip is that Palin really wants to prove it — just as any mom in her shoes would. I'm not cynical enough to scoff at that. In fact, I think it's pretty touching.


All politics is about acting, in a way: Every politician is playing a part. But the secret of Sarah Palin's appeal has never been the seamlessness of her public performances. The secret is that we could always see the seams; that we could always sense the person inside, struggling to fulfill the demands of a role she wasn't quite ready (or right) for. That's why certain voters identified so strongly with her even after she blew her big interviews with Katie Couric in 2008. "That would have happened to me, too," they told themselves. Or as one fan puts in on the Sarah Palin Channel, "She's all of us. She started out like anybody — and she turned herself into somebody."

And that's the strange magic of Palin's online video network. It's not that she has invented a new way to "shake it up and go around the mainstream media lapdogs," as she describes it, or even that we should now "expect to see future channels behind every major political figure (past, present and future) and major cause," which is media executive Howard Homonoff's take. The format works better for someone who's out of office than for someone who's aspiring to win office; I doubt that any rising stars will follow in Palin's footsteps. Still, it's a relief to see a former vice presidential candidate showing that she's as human as the rest of us (even when she thinks she's doing the opposite). Would I vote for Palin in a GOP primary? Probably not. But at least I know that she really exists — which is more than I can say for most politicians.

Spamalot / lol
« on: September 27, 2014, 08:51:27 AM »
so, i know i share a lot with you dudes but i think its pretty funny that i don't share a lot of the political philosophy and shit that im working on because i don't trust white people not to steal it. lmao

Spamalot / Collateral Damage
« on: September 27, 2014, 08:16:43 AM »
I can't let go of you
rather, I can't let go of the manner and method

my flesh burns away
my fingerbones char and burn
my black heart
pumping soot

no matter the damage
I won't let go of you

Spamalot / Hey you!
« on: September 26, 2014, 11:55:13 AM »
Hey you ! out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me
Hey you ! Standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles, can you feel me
Hey you ! don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you ! out there on your own
sitting naked by the phone would you touch me
Hey you ! with your ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out would you touch me
Hey you ! would you help me to carry the stone
Open your heart, I'm coming home
But it was only a fantasy
The wall was too high as you can see
No matter how he tried he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain.
Hey you ! out there on the road
Always doing what you're told, can you help me
Hey you ! out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall, can you help me
Hey you ! don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.

hey you!

General Disconation / So many threads
« on: September 19, 2014, 03:25:18 PM »
nary a good one in sight.

Spamalot / Just Knitting Things
« on: September 14, 2014, 03:32:41 PM »

Tell them passerby
that according to brownie law
we lie.

Spamalot / "You have been struck by a spear of grief."
« on: September 10, 2014, 12:34:58 AM »
the damage is non-melee

I am supposed to just let it go. Forgive him.

I ask you, why? Why should I forgive him, would I so easily forgive any other person whose only defense for killing my brother was he was drunk? I don't feel like my anger is unjustified, or unproductive. I am mad as hell because he will get away with it. No recourse for those of us left. So I rage, rage against that smoldering light.

We would stop occasionally and stare in wonder at the walls and ceiling of his room. The constellation known as Guy, the pattern as inexplicable as the night spine.

They tell me I'm only hurting myself by holding on to it, as if I have some agency. Is this what we do with those who sinned with such violence? Remember only the good, and not the very act that prompted these good memories of you? The lesson you taught me:

killing yourself is an act with great power.

General Disconation / Die
« on: September 08, 2014, 12:24:40 PM »
Autocorrect change "for" to "die" which seemed fitting for TZT.

I was typing for the record because I just wanted to talk about what's going on with me.

Obviously my youngest brother committed suicide. I'm fucked up still but it's usually not visible. I can talk about it but I don't want to. I can joke about it already and I'm just processing it all internally. Part of that is writing which I share snippets with you.

I'm intelligent and worldly I know this too will pass. I AM wallowing in it partly because I have no choice but a lot because I am not ready to let go yet. Anyhow I'll share the finished story when I'm done. Also some big means restriction projects upcoming, inspired in part by the headless corpse that is my brother.

General Disconation / a moment
« on: September 04, 2014, 12:40:06 PM »
dad you know who i miss?
no who

my baby stands there with his head down holding a copy of the funeral bi-fold. MY baby Guy, not yours.

These are the moments my heart is black and I have nothing for you.

You did this to him.


General Disconation / bad analogies
« on: September 04, 2014, 02:54:02 AM »
I don't know what I was doing, falling or what.
I find myself in a chasm

I have all the tools I need to get out
but I'm tired

General Disconation / It was too much!
« on: August 29, 2014, 02:39:01 PM »
Had we not paid enough? the godly asked

It was too much!

 we thought we had escaped. Or perhaps we have and that was the parting shot of ill intentioned spirits.
 It is but the nature of the beast, on occasion one of its many appendages ups and destroys itself!

Cold comfort indeed!

General Disconation / 12 hours
« on: August 28, 2014, 12:02:54 PM »
went to sleep at like 6pm tired as hell, didn't wake up until 7 am. not even lying awake, straight slept for 12 hours

been doing this a lot. normally i sleep 5-6 hours a night max, pretty much my whole life.

i just wanna stay in bed but there is so much to do, like EverQuest.

kidding, I'm enjoying EverQuest but I got way more important shit to do. I am doing a pretty good job of keeping EQ to a minimum but this sleeping business has to stop.

Spamalot / just for the record
« on: August 28, 2014, 11:59:07 AM »
i also love EverQuest.

Spamalot / the face of a god
« on: August 24, 2014, 02:53:36 PM »

my little God among Gods! This one is the destroyer

Rowan the Destroyer. I ask you, what is best in life?

What Is Best In Life.

Spamalot / As promised
« on: August 23, 2014, 02:59:23 AM »

General Disconation / Lightadam
« on: August 21, 2014, 06:41:10 PM »
fuck you, I wasn't done reading those yet.

Spamalot / Not All Posts aspire to be Art
« on: August 21, 2014, 06:22:55 PM »
Some just are.

Don't you think? The kinds of posts that can only be made after a long time of getting to know each other.

Artfully done,

but not the lot of them. You have to sift through a lot of shit to find a good post. It's kind of like Skars I guess. See big Skars you are important, you are so much a part of TZT that you exhibit its very essence!

Spamalot / bible study
« on: August 21, 2014, 01:36:11 PM »
two feet in the red dirt.

Iggy! I know you aren't talking about the red dust. But everything ends up being about it anyhow.

Iggy Azalea - Work (Explicit)

(you have to listen to the song for the right effect, the problem is you can't just listen to the song. You have to appreciate the humanity of it. You have to recognize the reason why the Gods love music! God creates things for their own pleasure.)

The hustle, the cosmic hustle.

You sinned brother, this is who and what you sinned against. You do not join the enemy.

WE still live despite you.

That was your sin!

You joined the enemy!

General Disconation / Concerto, in A minor.
« on: August 21, 2014, 01:19:04 PM »
Men speak of blind destiny, a thing without scheme or purpose. But what sort of destiny is that? Each act in this world from which there can be no turning back has before it another, and it another yet. In a vast and endless net. Men imagine that the choices before them are theirs to make. But we are free to act only upon what is given. Choice is lost in the maze of generations and each act in that maze is itself an enslavement for it voids every alternative and binds one ever more tightly into into the constraints that make a life.

So many alternatives already voided for so many of us. How tightly are we bound into the constraints that make our lives now?

We are free to act upon what is given, but for those who are given nothing??

You think this bleeding heart too tender?

We push and strain even now against the constraints handed to us by physics

Pushing ever outward, the will to order.

God only gave us so many rules, the rest we make up as we go along.

And we're so fancy

Spamalot / looky here
« on: August 18, 2014, 10:27:03 PM »

the best, really.

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