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Name: Shane Gender: Male
Interests: Video Games; Mythology; Shiny Things; Astronomy; Random Dancing; Drawing pictures in the wet grass; Physics; Chemistry; Science in general; Economics; Semicolons. Expertise: I'm going to have to go with slacking off but still getting the coveted "A." Occupation: Student
Message: message me AIM: SimRPGshanith MSN: simrpgman@gmail.com Yahoo: simrpgman
Member Since:
4/5/2005
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| Some collected poetry, recently written. *** love everyone, everything, everyday in every way, that i can, that i may, more than i could ever say overcome hypocrisy realize righteous possibilities forgive past transgressions promote positive progressions embrace cliche, seize the day fuck hubris reach for the stars put 'em in your pocket darn holes Holey, Wholly, Holy... My 4'33'', my 15 minutes...
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A man's gotta do, what a man's gotta do, and sometimes, that's just be with you Look into your pretty eyes try to surmise what you're thinking of thoughts graceful as a dove is this Love? what else could Love be? We shall soon see... Overcome whatever strife our life may give Live to Love, and Love to Live ...row, row, row, Go with the flow... Merrily, Merrily, Merrily Life is but a dream may ours be lucid, be sweet before the eternal end we must meet.
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Once More the trapdoor... (the Cave is open) ...did Spring in time For, you, beautiful hues, of Fall drawing to a close the silly shadow games of Summer reaping the harvest of relaxing recreation remembering the artful glows of fire on the Wall may these memories keep US, Warm through Winter, when the world grows cold may we be bold and Spring the trapdoor to thought (end the clout of ignorant action, the drought of wise thought) Once More.
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| ... People who play with words Build Sandcastles . People who play with language Build Sandboxes .. People who play with Both Build the world, if their words, and the language that follows, is accepted and accurate . ... | | |
| Beware the full moon when too many thoughts brood one must cautiously act when light is feeble fact the radiant sun is the most natural One Many, might suffice but your judgment must be cold as ice and as slow, as a glacier in the snow you must soak up all the glow to go with the flow... ..of the Right, to follow the Light back to the Source so you may choose the Best Course choose Coarse, when Fine is unavailable choose well, choose Good, because Bad is wrong; Unsustainable. | | |
| Our evolution brought us our self-consciousness...
...now we must bring our self-consciousness to our evolution. "Our evolution" above is the evolution of the system that created us, the total evolution of Mother Gaia. To speak more specifically of the evolution of humanity:
At the dawn of humanity, we are young eagles learning to fly. Before, we couldn't even eat our food without Mother chewing it for us. Now, we are ready to join Mother in the hunt.
Clumsy at first, we take to our wings in chase of game. As we learn more and more from Mother, we revel in the grace of flight and the thrill of the hunt. We fly beside Mother, or even without her, working overtime so our nest can grow.
...and grow our nest does. Many of us begin to take to the sky not to hunt, but to take delight in flying high, far and wide. They find good hunting spots, and encourage and entertain those who are hunting. We are prosperous.
However, in our prosperity we grow foolish. Less and less venture out with Mother; instead they drift lazily on thermals, or frolic high above the clouds. In our size and exploits that do no good to the hunt, we have developed an egregariously enormous appetite. Mother is weakening under the demands we are making of her. Our hunters are bringing back foods Mother cannot digest in her old age. To top it all off, we have shat all over Mother's roost.
Mother is at such a point where she can barely hunt. We need more people devoted to hunting, making sure to bring back food Mother can safely digest, and to stop shitting on Mother. Slowly but surely we can nurse Mother back to health, if we rise to the occasion and become magnificent birds of prey, flying for the purpose with which Mother had in mind when she first showed us how to beat our wings.
It will be a long and hard hunt... But we can still fly playfully, zooming ahead and alerting the others of game with beautiful aerial acrobatics. We can still fly high, as long as we look back down to coordinate our efforts and locate new sources of food. Perhaps we can find enough food to fuel our long flights up to the thermals, but we must put hard work above leisure.
Mother's sickness has left us in a perilous situation, but she has taught us well. By using her lessons effectively, we can restore her health and continue to learn from her, as she is the wisest teacher.
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| So I was cravin' some awesomeness in the style that only Kevin Spacey can deliver, so I popped in K-Pax.
I had watched it a couple times when I was younger, never fully understanding it. Nevertheless, it left a huge impact on my nubile mind, as I found out during my rewatching.
During my stay at the hospital, my actions and thought processes had a distinct similarity to those of Prot (Kevin Spacey). I didn't readily accept the Doctor-Patient distinction, and tried to help everybody there (nurses and other patients). I was still living with very few social inhibitions, and wasn't too afraid to talk to anyone. I was able to help a couple patients and do little things for the nurses.
Yeah, I don't really know what else to say. I just watched K-Pax and realized how big an influence it was on my during my psychosis, up there with Douglas Adams, Donnie Darko, Darwin, and Godel, and some more I'm sure I'm forgetting.
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