Idle Thoughts

Daily musings and demented, psychotic ponderings

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I like music a lot, I played guitar most of my life and even was in a band once. I could spend hours playing music by myself or entertaining others. I was good, maybe even pretty good, but never REALLY good. I have 3 Fender Guitars that now have an inch of dust on them. I haven't touched them since March 25, 2001 and I never will again.

Thursday, March 31, 2005

Product Obsolessence?

How in the name of all that is holy and sacred do third party CPU cooling fan manufacturers stay in business?

Does it make sense that they exist at all? No!

Who knows more about CPU’s and how to cool them? The CPU manufacturers or the third party guys?

If AMD or Intel make a chip that they know needs a lot of cooling to work properly and not fail over time then one would think they could package it with a reasonably well working fan.

Why then do third party manufacturers sell cooling fans?

From personal experience the third party fans work much better and if you speak with anyone who has built several computers they will tell you the same thing.

Do ya think AMD and Intel intentionally build in product obsolescence? Hmm, maybe if the fans don’t work that well, right about the time the warranty runs out the chips overheat and fail.

Ah “by Jove, I think we’ve got it”.

By the third party “bigger badder fan” you’ll like yourself for it.

Thursday, March 24, 2005

Idle Time

04:42 pm - Idle time makes one think of weird shit How did someone, the very first person; invent things for the first time such as beer?It has been said that necessity is the mother of invention. Yes I believe that, to an extent. But some inventions seem to lack necessity. Was beer a necessity, was ice cream?It would seem to me that we had help inventing some of these things. It would seem to me that we might have had help in creating the necessity for these things.If however these things were given to us originally then whoever the giver was must answer these questions.How do you start to think that if you only had a way to ferment grain and hops and barley and sugar then you could come up with some liquid that would intoxicate you and free you if only for a moment from these confounding thoughts of needing the stuff in the first place.Does one look at a field of weeds and say, hmm, I bet I could cut all that shit down and do something with it besides thatch my hut.It would appear that we are pawns in a sadistic game whereby things are introduced to us along the line just to see what we’ll do with them.Of course you have those folks who pretend to know by saying things like, “well back 10,000 years ago people were tired from walking across the world and just happened to sit down next to a fig tree in the summer. It was a hot day and rotting figs were all over the ground fermenting and after a while these wonderers became intoxicated from breathing the fumes. After passing out and then waking up after a time they said damn I got a headache and feel like shit! Hey I bet it’s all this rotting fruit on the ground! Let’s collect it and take it with us so we can feel like shit everyday!!To those people I say, what the fuck do you know?Then I tell them the story of how one day I went surfing and got stingrayed in the head!!Gotta go Baby’s!Current Mood: amusedCurrent Music: 3 doors down and 1 door to the right

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

TIME OUT OF MIND

There is a place where time has no meaning, where emotion is felt and released on the wind to be carried away or to just swirl about casting its spell on those that would receive it. Stumbling and falling into this moment on green carpet and blue glass holding up fast houses smooth and white.
The other residents of this place unaware of your presence and possibly life but still there to be washed by the spell.
This moment where time ceases and thoughts of anything else except the present there and then is the moment when souls are kindred and find each other once again after eons of moving through other lives and events the purpose of which is known only to souls in that place between this time and the next going back before life, before emotion, before thought, before us.
Going back to time out of mind.

Monday, March 21, 2005

As Ants go, So Go We.

Have you ever tried to explain to an Ant that you are not God? Have you ever tried to explain anything to an Ant? Have you ever talked to an Ant? Do you even think about Ants? Do you care about Ants?

If you’re like most the answer to these questions is NO, in fact it’s doubtful you have ever even thought about the questions or how you would answer them.

When Ants invade my space I kill them, every last one of the little buggers. Why? Well I guess because I can, because I don’t give them a seconds thought, because they are miserable little pests that I don’t like crawling around in my domain.

Since I am the God of my domain and master of everything in it I decide what lives or dies in my presence, period.

There is no prejudice, no vengeance, not any animosity whatsoever, just my wishes are supreme rule in my domain.

There have been many times that I have found the tiny critters crawling all over the kitchen counter and without a moments hesitation I reached for the bug spray and annihilated the whole rotten bunch of em! Without thought, without malice, almost subconsciously without even thinking they were living creatures in this Universe I promptly slaughtered every single last mother’s son of em! Do Ants come in women and children? Do they come in young and old? Do they come in crippled and retarded, sick or injured?

It doesn’t matter to me, I kill them all every, stinking last one of them!!!

I can kill them if I want to. I can kill them any way that I want to. I can kill as many or as few as I want with absolutely no foreseeable consequences for having done so.

Do Ants have a brain? Do they have any intelligence at all? Do Ants feel pain, emotion, fatigue? Do they know each other? Are they social critters living in family units nurturing one another?

Who knows? Who cares? They are just Ants!

Imagine an Ant going about its business searching out food, constantly hunting or working or guarding or doing all those things Ants do.

Imagine upon leaving the group as all the other Ants bid it farewell and good hunting. The Ant goes far a field searching for food to bring back to the others or to scout it out and leave a trail for the others to follow and help plunder the Ant booty and bring it triumphantly home!

Now imagine this Ant making the unforgivable mistake of trespassing onto my domain. Where being noticed means paying the ultimate price, death for having merely allowed me to see it.

Death comes quickly, severely and absolutely without a thought of Ant mamas, papas, siblings or friends and associates who will miss and grieve the passing of there child, sibling, friend or colleague.

The mere fact that Ants may be aware of each other and missed is beyond our supreme intelligence or our almighty “givashitness”!

Do you think Ants believe in a religion? Do you think they believe in a God or possibly even our God?

Do you think that they wonder why there fellow Ant/s was taken? Do you think they wonder why their God has forsaken them and for some unknown reason has chosen not to protect them? Do you think they believe that God works in mysterious ways?

The fact is no matter what they believe, they probably don’t even know of our existence. We can stand next to them towering majestically above them like several Empire State buildings stacked on top of one another and yet they with all of their Ant intelligence probably can’t even comprehend us. If they notice anything at all they may think for one second that there is an impenetrable object, mountain or whatever in their path and then the next second this mighty object is gone. They probably think at times that they need Ant spectacles, or that they are losing their little Ant minds or perhaps they think they just need to lay off smoking so much Ant pot. Maybe their little Ant brains are wired so that they can’t know of us. Because if in fact they knew of our existence and that although like Gods to them we were just dumb-ass mortals in our own world, how pathetic would that make them?

Maybe we are not as big as we think we are.

As Ants go so go we.

Friday, March 18, 2005

Doorways

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Point of Entry

There is one place where everything is controlled from beginning to end. It is this place that must be the point of entry. It is also the most mysterious and possibly most misunderstood part of the human body.
This is of course the brain. It is this organ that houses the mind, persona, memory and I believe what is commonly referred to as the soul.

This point of entry that I speak of is rather like a doorway or maybe a compartment where our batteries are inserted. This doorway or compartment is then closed up after insertion of our soul and not to be opened again.

However, though we may not open it, at least from the outside some of us can and have accessed it or nearly so from the inside.

Our bodies do have a defense mechanism designed to keep us out however and it is quite effective. Whether designed this way or just a response to something that is inaccessible to us, it seems to trigger depression, real depression. What some would refer to as mental illness I refer to as a penalty for having ventured too close to something that is not ours to see. Were we to ever totally access this place we would either suddenly know the answers to life and everything in the Universe or we go insane. In either case the result is the same, we would be determined coo coo and locked away.

Depression, not to be confused with being sad but real depression is an illness so terrible and indescribably dark that unless you have ever felt it you cannot imagine it. It is a sickness that can only be described as evil. It is felt in the brain as well as in the body. It is death without dying but not just physical death but mental death as well only you continue to live through it. It is felt in the mind and worm screws itself down into your very essence down into places you didn’t know you had.

How is it that this occurs, how do you know where this compartment is so you may avoid it? You don’t. It isn’t a known place until you get too close to it and then it is felt not seen. But once you have felt it if you haven’t yet broke through the membrane or hatch or whatever you want to call it that separates it from the rest of you; you will know how you got there and know how to never go back. But if you were not quick enough to realize it before stopping short you would be lost. As many people are that now reside in insane asylums all over the world. They cannot be fixed nor can the doctors truly know what is wrong with them. Mainly because doctors think of it as an illness or a disease of sorts or maybe a degradation of mental processes and try to treat it as such.
But it isn’t an illness at all but rather a result. It is a penalty for trying to go some place we are not allowed to go.
So knowing this, how then can we treat it? I have no idea, maybe we can’t. That is not what I am trying to say here. This is merely to shine a light on something that has been in the dark since the beginning of humankind.

My personal experience with this is a nagging feeling that I needed to remember something. I kept having this feeling that there was something just out of reach of my memory or consciousness or something and I kept trying harder and harder to recall what it was. It was insidious it beckoned me to come closer and the closer I got to recalling what it was the clearer and more intriguing it became and then without warning, the illness set in quickly and severely. I was actually in a public place when it happened and I was forced to sit down on the ground and deal with it. The darkness came over me and hurt my mind and made me nauseas and weak. There was a feeling that I was about to die. The whole time this was going on I could still feel this memory calling to me to remember it and instinctively knew it was where my essence was and that it was forbidden to go there.
Instinctively I knew that it was this mental process I was going through that was causing the harm.
I immediately started to tell myself to let it go, to forget it and to quit trying to recall what it was that had been nagging me. As soon as I quit forcing this recall the pain and feeling of death subsided and left no permanent scars except the knowledge of what I am imparting here.
We are more than we appear to be but, it’s not of God.

All That Remained

One day after coming home from work a man sat in his living room and his young son came in and asked “Daddy, what happens if the sun goes out, how will we restart it?”

The man thought for a moment and replied honestly, “son, I don’t know I’ll have to research it and get back to you”.

The man, who worked for a large computer company went to work the next day and typed in his query on the computer they called Univac; which at the time was a state of the art super computer the size of a refrigerator.

Univac, “what happens when our sun goes out? How will we restart it?”

Univac replied, “Cannot compute, need more data”.

5 years passed and the boy, now 15 years old came to his father with the same question, “Dad, what happens when the sun goes out? How will we restart it?”

The man still puzzled promised to find out the next day.

After returning to work the man spun around in his chair to the terminal in his office that was connected to Univac, which was now the size of several rooms in the building.

Univac, “What happens when the Sun goes out? How will we restart it?”

Univac replied again “Cannot compute need more data”

Six years passed and the son now 21 and ready to leave home and go out into the world and make his own way is sitting around speaking to his dad when he once again remembers the old question.

“Dad, what happens if the Sun goes out? How can we restart it”?

The father smiles, remembering the question and became curious as to whether Univac had enough data.

The man opened his laptop and dialed up Univac which by this time was as large as 3 city blocks and typed in his question.

Again Univac replied, “Cannot compute need more data”

Many years passed, the father had passed away and the son sat in his own house remembering his dad and he suddenly remembered the old unanswered question.

He turned to a speaker mounted on the wall next to his chair and placed his query with Univac which by this time was so large that it sat on a platform in the Pacific ocean.

“Univac, what happens if the Sun goes out? How will we restart it?

Once again after so many years, Univac replied; “Cannot compute, must have more data”

Thousands of years pass, Univac is now an entity floating in space around the Earth made up of pure energy.

Suddenly without warning the Sun went dark light and heat quickly vanished and after a time all life on Earth perished.

All that remained was Univac.

Thousands of years passed away into nothingness. Univac continued gathering data from the Universe around it.

Finally growing weary of the solitude and absence of interaction it started running through it’s database and once again came upon the question that had been asked so many years ago.

What happens if the Sun goes out? How will we restart it?

Univac studied the question while floating there in the dark cold void of space.

Suddenly Univac replied, “Let there be light” and there was light and the light was good.

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Birds are Stupid!

Okay so if a mad cow eats grass and processes it and then it germinates and grows once more in the field, will we get mad grass? Oooh, what would that be like, “mad grass”?

Okay I know what you babies are thinking – mad grass wow let’s roll a fatty boom batty!
No that’s not what I’m thinking, but it’s not a bad thought.

I wrote this on Monday tried to post on Tuesday, got drunk on Wednesday, realized it didn’t post on Thursday and am posting now on Friday.

I seem to be babbling but it’s Monday and that is what I like to do on Mondays!
I also seem to write a lot of fragmented sentences, is that what they call artistic freedom?

You know the old excuse “that’s the way I write, as the artist that is my style”; it never worked in school either.

My life style has always been a bit daring if not really; really stupid at times and yet here I am still above ground.

Is it possible for others to pay for our sins? Don’t know but I hope not.

Doesn’t the south wind make ya just wanna kill people? Yea, me neither. (psych).

I would like to kill that Jack in the box bastard with the big head though! I actually thought I had in San Antonio back in the mid 70’s. Turned out just to be a metal facsimile.
Who would have thought that a cup of coffee would cost 4 bucks!!! I remember as a kid I used to hear projections of the future and they said things like hamburgers would cost $5 - $10 dollars!!! Damn, they were right.
It’s like Waylon said – The Worlds Gone Crazy Pavilion.

Does it really matter if you die from the Flu or Mad Cow disease? Think about it. As scary as that ole mad cow shit is, I bet it’s more fun than dying from stomach cramps!

Plus you get to eat all the steaks you want while you’re kicking the food bucket because hey once you got it, you got it!

What about all that other stuff made from cows – ice cream, cheese, and milk shakes! Eat up me hearty’s!!

I gotta tell ya, birds are really stupid.

I was driving down the road the other day and it was blowing and raining like hell and in the middle of the freeway were all these birds, grounded by the weather, standing in the middle of the freeway out in the open getting rained on! Now, you babies might ask; so what is so stupid about that?
Well they were standing out in the open in the middle of the freeway medium about ten feet from an overpass! That’s right ten more feet and they could have been warm and dry but did they, noooooo. Why? Cuz they’re STUPID!!

Okay this is the way it’s gonna work. Even though I am writing this today and talking about Monday’s I probably won’t post it until tomorrow so tomorrow when you read it you’ll know that I wrote it yesterday with the intention of posting it today which is really tomorrow right now.

It’s even more confusing now that it’s Wednesday!

Monday, March 14, 2005

Wheel of Life

The wheel of life spins and future days are thrown out with abandon. You take your chance on the wheel and when your number comes up you see what you’ve won or lost as the ticker stops ticking and the wheel stops spinning and Cheshire cat stops grinning.

Only then do you realize that the wheel was probably not a good idea.

You think to yourself, “Hell it will take me three days to ride to the Muscle Shoals” then you look up to see an eagle flying over and you think, “Hell he’s already there”!

The best thing you can do with death is to ride off from it!

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Spirits

The gathering breeze hails forth a bright row of shiny penny’s falling from the ears of dolls.
Locks of strawberry blond curls blowing across eons of time spun wheat whose tiny dry leaves melt like soda flavored shoestrings into the walls of pure silk.
Stockings, a prize for those who remain vigilant and the others, the others that cannot drink from crystal chandeliers hung from strands of gossamer.
These are the dreams of soulful spirits that cannot make sense of right or wrong.
They wonder still.

Monday, March 07, 2005

Without a Trace

Could I blow this place off and just leave like so many others you hear about?
Is it possible to just check out and go somewhere and start new?
Well on the front end it would seem to create quite a stir. You know the whole missing persons, police, and relative’s kind of thing. But would that be worth freedom?
Freedom from what? You say.
Well freedom from a fucked up life.
Is my life really that fucked up? You ask.
No not really but it isn’t what I want.
Well you say, not everyone gets what they want. So just suck it up and press on!
Why? Why should we have to live a life we do not like? Why can’t we at least try to change things?
Well because you’re not alone in this life that’s why. You say. There are others that will be greatly affected by your leaving.
Hmm, of course you’re right. But hey when is it my turn? When do I get to live?
You are living. You say. This is it. Who has a perfect life? No one that’s who! So suck it up!
Fuck I don’t want too. I want what I want and I don’t like it when I don’t get to have what I want!!
If you left this life, wouldn’t you miss it? Is there nothing you would miss about it?
Yes of course. There are things that I like.
So what will you do when you grow bored with the new life, leave again?
Don’t know. If I did, what’s wrong with that?
Ask all the homeless people on the street.
Ah, I see where you’re going.
You can’t keep drifting, you must settle down somewhere in order to have things. What about when you are old and must retire? What then?
I hate thinking that far ahead. I just want to think about now. Tomorrow will take care of itself.
No, it won’t you say. Tomorrow won’t take care of itself. You must plan for it or you won’t have anything.
Damn it! I want to party! I don’t want to work anymore I want a life of lying on the beach drinking cold beers.
Me too! You say, but how are you going to pay for it? Where are you going to get your money? Where you going to live?
Damn, you always spoil my dreams with your dose of reality.
Hey Tahiti might be great if you can afford it, but homeless there is the same as homeless anywhere, it sucks! What naked babe is going to be attracted to a homeless bum?
Hmm. You suck!
You suck more!
Don’t.
Do.
Don’t.
Do!
Alright, alright enough! Sheesh, what’s up with this crapolla you’re giving me?

Friday, March 04, 2005

Religion is the "worst" of mans creations

Religion is a very funny thing.
Believers will tell you that God is all knowing and all-powerful. They will tell you that God loves you and wants you to be happy, and that he is a loving God.
They will tell you that he loves you like his own children. Hmm.
Believers will tell you that God created everything, the universe, the planets, and all living things.
The Jewish and Christian bibles also say that God already knows who is going to heaven!
Wow.
They also say that life is not predestined and that people have free will and the ability and freedom to choose their own path.

Let me see if I understand this HORSESHIT.

Let’s work our way back up – We have free will and life is not predestined but God already knows who will go to heaven and who will not, EVEN before they are born.

Gee that DOESN’T stink of predestiny!

Okay He creates us knowing we won’t get to Heaven but he allows it anyway!
He loves us like his children but he allows us to be kidnapped, molested, raped, tortured and then murdered. Wow what a parent!!

I don’t know of any human parents that would intentionally allow their child to be harmed in any way!

God is all knowing and all powerful – so he knows before we’re born that we are going to screw up yet he does nothing to correct it or stop it and then when it happens he makes us burn in Hell for all eternity!

Damn there has NEVER been a serial killer, murderer, rapist or even a war-mongering dictator that cruel!

If God exists he is one SICK FUCK!

He creates us for the sole purpose of abusing us both in life AND after!

Yeah he shore sounds like a loving God!

Question:
If you are an author and write a novel and in this novel you create two characters and in the story one eventually murders the other one.
Who is responsible for the murder, the character in the novel or the author?

Ah how then can God escape his obvious culpability in this human story?

Let’s make some comparisons shall we? Let’s.

As an adult we are told if you don’t behave you won’t get salvation from God and you won’t get any rewards that all the other good little men and women get.

Kind of like –

As a child we are told if you don’t behave you won’t get any toys from Santa like all the other good little boys and girls get.

Oh yeah, God made us in his own image. Why then are we like other animals on this planet. We all have pretty much the same internal and external organs, we all have pretty much the same genitalia, and we all procreate the same way. How come if WE are supposed to be different, we’re not?
Because we’re not, Mother Nature is WAY too complicated to have been created by a GOD.
Another thing, God gave women Menstrual Cycles because of Eve’s disobedience? Why do animals menstruate? I guess God is pissed off at them too!

There are 5 major religions in the world. Yes there are more than 5 religions but only 5 major ones and they are:
Hinduism, Buddhism, Judaism, Islam and Christianity.
These major religions are very similar they all have a God (supreme being) and they all have a lesser god (messiah, son, god on earth type of person) and they all have prophets and apostle type people along with the great unwashed (us regular folk).

They all talk about how God created everything, the Heavens and the Earth and all living things. They all speak about how we should be good to one another and not steal or screw the neighbor’s wife.

Now are we all familiar with the concept of “original” and “copy”?

Let’s look at this logically. If you have 2 things that are a like, unless they are twins that split at exactly the same time from the same egg; than one of those things is the first and original while the other one is a copy.

Stay with me babies.

If you have 5 religions all very similar even though there may be some differences, (you know, the ole names have been changed to protect the innocent rule); the whole God concept is exactly the same.

I mean one person cannot come up with the “God idea”, the creator of all things; and then several hundred if not thousands of years later someone else comes up with the God idea, the creator of all things; and claims it to be the TRUTH. My GOD is the REAL one! Even if he did come along after yours!

Okay so if we truly grasp that whole original and copy concept then if there really is only one God then there really can only be one religion, and THAT has to be the first! The original. All the rest are just copies. No matter what your mother says!

In this case it could be Hinduism as that is the oldest written religion known. However that may not even be true and probably isn’t because there probably were many more “religions” civilizations and the like that we don’t even know about.
Still some older civilizations that we do know about came along before the Hinduism faith, they just did not have a written (at least the way we view written); language.

For example: Sumerians were here thousands of years before all of our so-called Gods were.
They in fact did have an organized and detailed history that goes back thousands of years. It’s just not written language but rather pictographs and if you want to get really freaky the Sumerian tablets rather accurately describe the Earth and the planets in our Solar System. Before telescopes, astronomy, astrology, before napkins!

In fact they portray a 10th planet in our Solar System that NASA has just recently discovered but have not actually seen it yet because of its distance from Earth. The Sumerians recorded the existence of this planet thousands of years ago. How the hell did they know it was there?

But they didn’t call it the 10th. Planet, they called it the first. That means that they saw it or heard tell of it from someone on their way in to our Solar System and not from Earth looking out!

Other fascinating tidbits to tickle your imagination. The Sumerian tablets depict the Annunaki as Godlike creatures that came from the sky (heavens). They had flying machines, (spacecraft) and helmets, spacesuits the whole nine yards. Remember these pictures that are carved on stone tablets are thousands of years old. They couldn’t be counterfeited, they’re not hoaxes, they are real ancient artifacts dug up from archeological sites around the world mostly in the Middle East.

If you know anything about Judaism, Islam and Christianity than you know that they say that God created all things including a place called “The Garden of Eden” and that is where he created the first people.

Scientists, Archeologists and Theologians alike all say that The Garden of Eden was somewhere in Iraq around where the Tigris and Euphrates rivers are.

That is very interesting. Why? Because guess where the Sumerians lived? That’s right and further more guess where the Annunaki came to Earth and set up there main colonies? Can you say Iraq in the area of the Euphrates and Tigris rivers?

Keep in mind all of this happened and was recorder in stone long before the bibles, written history or any of the known religions even existed!

More tantalizing info you say? Okay how about this, scientist and all general space people have always said that the moon originally came from the earth and that something, somehow caused the moon to break off from the earth.

Well according to the Sumerian tablets carved long before we even had scientists; depict the 10th. Planet having a 3600-year orbit through our Solar System and that it passes very close to the earth when it comes this way. On one of those orbits it got a little close and actually collided with a prime-evil planet called Tiamet causing large portions to be ejected. The result was guess what, the Earth and the moon and the asteroid belt.
Furthermore, this orbit as it passes through our Solar System and comes close to the earth is what allows the Annunaki to visit this planet. Because of the close proximity, they had the spacecraft and technology to make the short flight between planets as they passed each other. Because their home world, (their space ship in essence) orbits in and out of our Solar System, they know what’s out there beyond our reach and knowledge.
Keep in mind babies, this is not just fantasy or conjecture, this is actually history carved on stone tablets that have been proven to have been carved thousands of years ago.

The idea of going to another planet as it passes close by is so “doable” that we just did it ourselves. This past summer was the closest Mars has been to Earth in 60 thousand years and so we took advantage of the proximity and launched a probe to Mars. It just landed on the red planet a short time ago.

Recently the orbit of Niburu, (the Annunaki’s home planet); was re-calculated to be around 2200 years rather than 3600. Why you ask is this important? Well because now the timeframes carved in stone accurately coincides with timeframes listed in the various religious documents i.e., the bible, the Koran, etc. Timing is everything.

Something to consider in all of this. That 10th. Planet that NASA now says exists, they also verify that it is in fact moving this way. Just as the ancient tablets depict, they say that at its current speed its orbit will carry it close to the Earth by the year 2012.

One more thing, the Annunaki didn’t like us! The tablets all depict us as their slaves. In fact they created us. They are our Gods! They came to Earth and other planets as well to mine elements that were depleted on their own planet. One of the elements they needed was Gold. Earth has a lot of Gold and guess where some of the largest and richest veins of gold are? Iraq, right about where the Garden of Eden was supposed to be. Right where the Sumerians and Annunaki were!
According to the tablets the Annunaki started mining the gold themselves but grew tired of the hard backbreaking work. The guy in charge at the time started a “program” of creating human workers to work in the mines. He did this by breeding with the indigenous people on the Earth at that time which was basically Neanderthals. In this way they created the first “people” as well as a supply of slaves to work their mines.

This also solves the age old mystery regarding the missing link, how human evolution seemingly went for millions of years with very little evolution and then suddenly for no apparent reason became Homosapiens.

According to the Sumerian tablets the first human offspring of the Annunaki were very large and powerful as you might expect since they were bred for manual labor. The people were referred to as Nephilim. Some were said to be as tall as 18 feet. Now you might say this is hard to believe. Well can you say David and Goliath? This story depicts David a normal size man going up against a giant and slaying him with a sling.
Because the Nephilim was offspring of the Annunaki they were referred to as the sons of Gods.

The Old Testament also speaks about Angels coming to Earth and taking brides. Hmm, wonder where they got the idea for that?

Guess what? In the Old Testament Genesis chapter 6 says “there were giants on the earth in those days”
The bible calls those giants “Nephilim”. So too did the Sumerians before the bible was written!

Damn! You wonder if this is true how come we don’t learn about it in school? How come no one told us this shit?
There have been plenty of facts and information throughout our history and historical and religious documents substantiating the Sumerian accounts, we just didn’t know how to interpret that information.
Partly, because a lot of the artifacts have just recently been discovered and translated and because religion is very powerful and very influential. If the Sumerian tablets are true then none of our religious beliefs are real. God as we know him is false and everything we have come to think about ourselves and our origins are just a big lie.
There is also some proof that the Annunaki themselves created our religious stories and beliefs, since they were in fact Gods on Earth at the time. As it turns out the Annunaki “Gods” and dates of their visits correspond to the dates of the “Kings” in the Bible.

The Catholic Church alone is worth trillions of dollars in gold and artwork and property holdings and such. Do you think they will give all that up because of something that couldn’t be proven?

Ahh “couldn’t be” is the key words here. That is all about to change boys and girls, as the planet Niburu gets closer more and more people will start to hear about things in the coming years and by 2012 (that’s only 7 more years), our world is going to change!

Or not.

What?

When I think of those that have gone before
My mind screams out No more, no more
But when I find the memories gone
My mind screams out hold on hold on.

Some place in the middle is where I reside
No beginning and no end, just some place to hide
From who are we sneaking to see but not be seen
Those “ones” we love and hate in our dreams

Will crying reconcile with smiles and glee
Will enslavement come to terms with that which is free
Can I ever know happiness and sadness in one
Does terror ever go home for the night with fun

I have died many times for the ones that are gone
But I keep coming back, I must hold on
Hold on to a life that is fleeting at most
So I’ll sit on a blue chair with yellow shoes on my feet.

Broken Life

I try to dream of you and can’t see your face
I don’t know why I was left behind
I look for you and can’t find the place
You’re hidden there in my mind

Did I make you up or were you real
Time is not our friend
I’m sad now because I no longer feel
This broken life I just can’t mend

Pieces of me were lost that day
My heart was stopped when you went away
I made the call the decision was mine
I’ll regret that decision til the end of time

I thought with time this pain would end
I’ve heard time heals all wounds
But this broken life I just can’t mend
Perhaps it’s still too soon

Thursday, March 03, 2005

End Game

I think more and more these days about some kind of end game. You know some way of adding some kind of meaning or maybe just enjoying life without having to work too hard at it.
My mind gravitates towards warm sweet Tahiti evenings lying on the beach looking at the world rushing past me.
The world has gotten so crazy and screwed up that if I could I would just check out of this bullshit society and live the rest of my time accepting no quarter and giving none in return.
There was a time when I longed for the business world, the boardrooms and the fast paced life of “Johnny Rocket” on his way up the ladder.
But now, I long for the quiet deck of a sail boat large enough to live on and cross the ocean but small enough to not attract any attention.
Give me cold beer, salsa and corn chips and a local watering hole with an assortment of crazy people warming the bar stools to talk to about nothing important and I’d be happy.
At least I would like to give it a try and find out.
Right now my life seems to be a puzzle with a few missing pieces and a couple that were made to fit where they don’t belong.
When I look at the picture of my life I’m not sure what I’m looking at, the picture just doesn’t make any sense to me.
It is definitely NOT the picture on the box that I thought I was getting all those years ago!
Oh well, I guess I better stop whining before you baby’s dial whine one one and call me a waaaaambulance!

Bye baby’s.

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

The Other Side Of Dawn

The Other Side of Dawn

Dawn shoved quickly through black and grey
Luna tried as she might but could not keep it away
Her son the Sun would wait no more
Chasing away his mother the whore

When days are no longer
Part of this time
Whether weaker or stronger
Grotesque or sublime

You will find life fascinating
Without form procrastinating
Without function vacillating
Without love aggravating

In fact you will see that from now on
You’ll try to reason without a clue
Because the other side of dawn
Is now waiting for you

You will find once there
You are quiet and frightened
There is no bright light
You’ll not be enlightened

You won’t meet whom you thought you would
No one cares if you were bad or good
You’ll get your instructions and be on your way
Into another life, you’ll say “God this sucks”!

Rituals

There’s a knock at the door
It seems strangely familiar
As though I could perceive a strike on wood
But wait it’s not him, he can’t see me anymore
Or is it that I cannot see him

Is there music coming from down the stairs
Is it music or noise I don’t really care
There’s no one down there what can it be
Is his guitar in his room, I’d better go see

I think my eyes are open when my feet hit the floor
The only light from the night pours into my room
The rest is dark where the all seeing roam
What if I see him will I be happy or scared
My legs aren’t moving there’s a sense of dread

Look, no don’t look down the hall too his room
Go about your business and then go back to sleep
I wish to see him but then I’m afraid
What would I see what would I touch
What would I say

It’s been such a long time
But night after night I live this again
Unless I’m sleeping too hard from whiskey and gin
Can you live without sleeping or will you just lose your mind
It’s become a ritual these nights of mine

I would give all that I have or ever will
Just to tell him goodbye