blind eyes?

It’s interesting because this blog site is a wide-open one, full of so many various styles and types of blogs, full of self-appointed prophets and “religious” people who must pontificate about Christianity. A lot of them are narrow-minded, arrogant sorts who have closed off minds. I’ve noticed that though, over my years of living, that a majority of those who classify themselves as “religious” or Christian are indeed arrogant and close-minded.

the werewolf within–

It feels, sometimes, that I travel life blindly.  Way back when I was younger, when life had all sorts of beauty to it, when it was full of mysteries, full of wonderment—when I was innocent, naive..stupid—I saw life full of promise, full of hope.  That went away a long time ago, so long ago that I have no memories of that time when my world turned fuck.
Sometimes I wish the werewolf within me would simply burst forth, come out of me, full force; blood and all, full of dark glory, mutate into that werewolf form.  Seize the night, howl at the moon—take the gore of reality within its mouth and eat it all.

Yes, but then, I am sane, I am as normal as I can insist upon and the werewolf is but an allegory of some kind, which dwells deep within the beast which is me, or the other me, some long forgotten me from a misbegotten incarnation in my past.

Oh yes, the allegory of the werewolf, the dark spirit of man-and-beast—the beast within man’s soul, within man’s essence.

…if only…

tired of surviving and not living

I’m tired of just surviving and not living; I’m tired, outside crap leads me to write this, about how I feel about life…

Link to entry—> Benchmarks in survival, not life

i hate this crap…

My mom-in-law, the demented freak, calls and gets my wife all riled up, and in the end, we have a “talk” about me being unemployed. Fuck fuck fuck…

Read the entry—> I hate this

maybe it’s true, what my mother said

So many years ago that I can’t recall, my mother told me, upon hearing that yet one more failure was put into my black book of failures:

“You know, if you believed in God and were a ‘Good Christian’…and prayed to God for forgiveness, you wouldn’t be such a loser…”

Yep, that’s what she told her 23 year old son.

As I look back at my life, at all of the shit I went through and continue to go through—maybe the bitch was right.  Surely I can’t be a total loser on my own, right?

give me a break, okay?

Well it happened again today, early this morning she crept in like a sneak thief—

Entry—> Give Me A Break!

Pascal’s “The Wager” is bogus

Pascal was a fool. A 50-50, toss of the dice type of “faith” in God…bullshit, it’s bullshit.

Years ago in college, I took several philosophy courses, nearly all of them were in the arena of religion, which I have found interesting, at least to me, for personal reasons. In two of the courses, we “breezed over” Pascal’s The Wager. I thought it was bogus 10 years ago, and I still do…

LINK: The Wager is bullshit

random quotes–groucho marx

Age is not a particularly interesting subject. Anyone can get old. All you have to do is live long enough.

Either this man is dead or my watch has stopped.

From the moment I picked up your book until I laid it down, I was convulsed with laughter. Some day I intend reading it.

Go, and never darken my towels again.

I could dance with you until the cows come home. On second thought I’d rather dance with the cows until you come home.

I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book.

I never forget a face, but in your case I’ll be glad to make an exception.

I sent the club a wire stating, PLEASE ACCEPT MY RESIGNATION. I DON’T WANT TO BELONG TO ANY CLUB THAT WILL ACCEPT ME AS A MEMBER.

I’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn’t it.

It isn’t necessary to have relatives in Kansas City in order to be unhappy.

Military intelligence is a contradiction in terms.

Military justice is to justice what military music is to music.

Money frees you from doing things you dislike. Since I dislike doing nearly everything, money is handy.

My mother loved children — she would have given anything if I had been one.

Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.

She got her looks from her father. He’s a plastic surgeon.

Those are my principles, and if you don’t like them… well, I have others

Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.

Women should be obscene and not heard.

I don’t have a photograph, but you can have my footprints. They’re upstairs in my socks.

Groucho Marx, In the film A Day at the Races

nail in the head

Man, sometimes the pain in the head just gets way too fucking heavy—and anger sweeps through my brain;

Link to the entry—>The Entry; Nail In My Head

random Nietzsche quote

The Will To Power

(translated by Walter Kaufmann & RJ Hollingdale, edited by Walter Kaufmann…Vintage Press, 186

Book Three: Principles of a new Evaluation (page 319)

# 585 “C”

Belief in truth, the need to have a hold on something believed true, psychological reduction apart from all previous value feelings.  Fear, laziness.

The same way, unbelief; reduction.  To what extent it acquires a new value if a true world does not exist (–thus the value feelings that hitherto have been squandered on the world of being, are again set free).