The sin on his soul are seven, the sin upon her is one.

The 7 Deadly Sins are:
Wealth without work
Pleasure without conscience
Knowledge without character
Business without morality
Science without humanity
Worship without sacrifice
Politics without principle
~ Gandhi (1869 - 1948)
Lately I have been reading in between the lines. And can’t help but be over analytical. Oh how I want to surround myself with people who inspire me and fill me with light and a feeling that humanity hasn’t gone to a wasteland of barbaric upbringings. All these class “A” illusions that suffocate a person and taint their soul a blistering black shade of tar. Drive and ambition take flight within me and I am determined to make this life serve some kind of purpose!


Taboo is at large my favorite subject. Circus Exhibition and the Long Neck People are by far my obsession and I mean that in the way as I can’t seem to learn enough about both and the rich and spiritual history that are behind their way of life.

I pay homage to those who broke the mold and brought about a lifestyle that rattles the social barriers. Beauty is defined by one’s own right. I truly believe they serve a defining purpose because people’s perceptions can be institutionalized and we need to step outside of ourselves. We need to learn about all walks of life and recognize each individual as a piece of a puzzle that completes our human race.

WATCH THIS AND LEARN, TRULY LEARN!!!

“I feel like my transport should be an extension of my personality. And this is like my little window to the world... and every minute's a different show. I may not understand it. I may not even necessarily agree with it. But I'll tell you what I've accepted: just sort of glide along. You want to keep things on an even key, this is what I'm saying. You want to go with the flow. The sea refuses no river. The idea is to remain in a state of constant departure while always arriving. It saves on introductions and goodbyes. The ride does not require explanation - just occupance. That's where you guys come in. It's like you come onto this planet with a crayon box. Now you may get the 8 pack, you may get the 16 pack but it's all in what you do with the crayons - the colors - that you're given. Don't worry about coloring within the lines or coloring outside the lines - I say color outside the lines, you know what I mean? Color all over the page; don't box me in! We're in motion to the ocean. We are not land locked, I'll tell you that

The fence between heaven and hell...

Perched here in my nest of solitude. EVERYTHING escapes me EXCEPT mind and text and the constant boggling scenarios I try and place my self in for if one day the universe welds a situation my way I'm better prepared. Like the feeling of goldfishes swimming around in tiny fish bowls during circus time.And the signs appear everywhere, even the grape drink I'm sipping on says “bring it” down the side. I have so much of nothing to offer and yet I'm content with having a selective few to engage in small talk and random acts of madness.I question my youth and the capsule I was bestowed. I feel ancient inside. I feel as if sometimes I'm destined to be capsized by my own mouth and ghostly imagination. What happens when the world around you loses its glow? And the eternal amber that spark love and lust burn out? I must then make friends with devastation and disaster.

“THE JOY OF LIFE COMES FROM OUR ENCOUNTERS WITH NEW EXPERIENCES AND HENCE THERE IS NO LONGER GREATER JOY THAN TO HAVE AN ENDLESS CHANGING HORIZON, FOR EACH DAY TO HAVE A NEW AND DIFFERENT SUN”- Alexander Supertramp

If the Future was To come Imported

I want to live in a tiny off-beat town where the light posts harbor moths and I can sip tea in a hole in the wall bistro. May be a friend will want to meet up and we can converse in slogans. I will wear a dress that resembles a table cloth and a boy wearing suspenders will ask me if I would join him for a picnic.

My apartment will smell of ocean tides and cranberry sauce. I will own hundreds of pillows that remind me of childhood monsters. I will never own a car and all my beach cruisers will have a name. You can find me at local garage sales or at the train depot, maybe you will sit across from me in one of the isles and we can chit chat telepathically.


Next on my list of purchases:



URBAN LEGENDS

Todays Movie: Began with Cal’s Commentary


One day we will work on a haggard zombie movie together. It will look something like this:

Tea with Ezra Pound

The more I ponder life the more it seems like apple sauce. The kind in which come in those jars you can never pop the lid off! I spend my days discovering music that never hits the ears of the discontent, day dreaming about conjoined twin boys in impressive suits, and ever so often I collect junk that serves an artistic purpose.


This port hole created is the niche of an enthusiast. May be you will uncover things you possibly never knew about and if you do then may it bring you joy to discover that there are other like-minded beings out in an abyss created for scientific purposed.
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