I hear ya Kermie.... I hear ya..

Po' lil froggy.

Tha Doop......

There is a arsenal in heaven. Do not kid yourself. There are many references to wars and battles that have been fought in the celestrial realm. The fall of Satan is probably the most well known, however if you think that mearly being tossed from paradise is the biggest weapon or offensive tactic that the Creator has... you are crazy.

BEHOLD I say unto thee, genocide has a new name, and you heard it here first children... I give to thee, the all mighty, all powerful, all destorying weapon of our Lord...

THE DOOP!!!!

Oh, I know, sure it is seemingly a asteroid impact... but really, honestly, you cannot sit there and practically smell the sweaty obviousness what this actually is. Tis our Lords Tea-Bag!! Launched from his throne up high, directed to inflict genocide to his unbelieving flock. To deny this idea is ludacris. The Japanese believe that when a butterfly flaps his wings, it can be felt on the other side of the earth.... Now, just think what the impact of "Sacred Scrotum Sack" would feel like.

I am convinced that when it was time to trigger the flooding of the earth, The big guy pointed his "Holy Junk" downward, curled up his legs and plummeted down to the earth. No doubt that the implact of the original ballsack triggered the tsunami that flooded the ancient times.

Furthermore, I have come across a unedited version of the Bible, in which, right before "a massive wall of water rushed towards the ark, the entire sky went black and the ears of the world were deafened by the un-yielding voice of our Lord screaming DOOOOOOOP!!!"
Seriously, look it up.

The Apple indeed does not fall far from the tree....

First off, I really do not know where this is going, it is a fledgling thought that I am going with. Also, while this may rattle off into nothingness, let it be known that I love my Father as much as a son possibly can, however I am not sure of the portrait I am about to paint and try to draw similarites to.

I seem to be on the vurge of making a decision (I think) my Dad made. That decision is to become some sort of hermitt. My Dad and I share many of the same traits. We are intelligent, witty, sarcastic, fairly attractive in our own ways, and seem to be void of all motivation. Not in as much, as motivated to get out of bed everyday or hold a job, those things we excell at. The motivation to better themselves, beit vocationally, financially, socially, or even if we want someone to share our lives with.

I wish I knew why this was. I really do. Potential is a word we both know all too well, living up to it, is a sadly different thing to understand. I (and I cannot possibly speak for my Dad here) have never felt lacking in relationship to stacking up against other people. Infact, I think I line up pretty well with anyone I could encounter. Not in the way where I feel better, I just think I can hold my own on most levels of life. However, when I (and I have been doing alot of this lately) take inventory of what I have, and what I have accomplished..... It is quite astounding how little I have seemingly done, and that hurts.

Most would say, be thankfull for what you have, and what you posess, because there will always be those with less. I agree, but it still does not make me feel much better. Now, it is not like I do not have anything... I mean I have fantastic friends, folks who have been with me for more than half my life. I have newer friends, those whom I will always hold in high regard and thank them for the times, laughs, and tears we have shared.

I suppose I am at the perverbial fork in the road. I can head straight and keep wallowing in this current funk I seem to be in. Or, I can blaze a new trail....... however that trail is barren and black, offering me no glimpse of what I can expect or even how to start it. All I really know is, at the end of both paths I will eventually have to look at myself in the mirror again, and I can only guess what will be staring back at me......
and THAT scares the ever loving shit out of me.

Sometimes all it takes is one little thing.....

Just when you think things might be returning back to a somewhat normal state, all it can take is a few words to bring you right back to where you were. Strange how that can happen.

I am thinking a change of view might be needed, however, this is all just reactionary and probably is a frivolous thought. Whats worse, Leaf leads get blown more than I do. Boo!

Now I gotta figure out who to cheer for in the playoffs as my Oilers are deader than a Pakistani Cricket player. I think it is between Buffalo or the Islanders if they can sqeak in.

Oh well, back to my book.... Hey, did you know that in ancient Hebrew "Nagar" not only meant learned but skilled labourer. I mention this only because the idea of Jesus as a Carpenter was heavily based on the translation of that word. What could he have been educated in? I am starting to think it was the Cult of Isis, inwich Mary of Bethany was a member... and Mary of Bethany might be the same person as Mary Magdelaine... certainly makes you wonder just how much we actually know or do not know.

You go little one...

It is quite sad when a toddler seems to have more fight in them than I do as of late.

Bah, it is pretty much all I can muster at the moment, however, maybe things are looking up, then again, who really cares?

Seriously tho, I am happy.... seriously... and I love it when I am told how nice I am. Please, say it again, say one more motherfucking time. From now on, I shall only respond to all situations as such "Well it sure as hell aint gonna suck itself!"

Good day.

The worst part of Samsara.. You cant stop the Spin..

Reinvent, Rethink, Remember...... Reload.

Welcome to the new world Columbus... guess what, you were not the first, and nor I am to be here.
Time to explore.

It has been quite sometime since I was here. Much has transpired, but thankfully not expired.

I'll be around, spinnin.