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Friday, June 10, 2011

On Haters

Haters. There are lots of them out there. Real haters don't care if you are at the bottom of the barrel with your head just above water and they are atop a mountain of gold.... they will still hate on you. Haters will go to the same restaurant everyday to eat lobster and filet mignon walking right past you, sitting on the curb outside. If they happen to catch you particularly destitute and they happen to be particularly brave (because this breed tends to be cowardly by nature)..they will point, laugh, and deride you with their buddies..then go inside to have a great meal while you sit cold and hungry outside. That's where it ends a lot of the time.

Real haters..will do very much the same with a little difference. Most haters will leave it at that and if anything good comes into your life there after they will be comfortable with the fact that they were above you at one time and leave it alone. A few very despicable haters will go that extra mile of asshole with the following practice. If anything of any worth, even a tiny crust of bread, comes into your life the hater in question will be filled with a hot rage. They will leave the comfort of their hot meal and warm company to comes outside and knock that crust of bread out of your hands and into the gutter. They will then proceed to move a table outside and eat their meal in front of you laughing the whole time. They are comforted by knowing that they helped deprive you of even a little, and to further emphasis this victory they will then proceed to wave their success in your face.

Why this horrendous behavior? Because ultimately the hater, really hates themselves. They bluster and boast and inside harbor a deep resentment for those that have little but still manage to remain happy. Haters often times will adorn themselves with the newest and most ostentatious garb in order to further bury these feelings and hide the fact that they are more miserable with their lobster and steak then you are with your tiny crust of bread. They will also surround themselves with sycophantic degenerates who act as their narcissistic supply, filling the function of a buffer between the hater and their self loathing..commonly referred to as their "entourage". Often times both entities will work in tandem : the hater parading their paper thin successes in front of this "entourage" and then proceeding to drink up the accolades these slaves will invariably spew. This practice is commonly referred to as "flossing".

These delusions of grandeur blind the hater to very important facts. Their place of power isn't really all that stable, in fact many of the aforementioned variety often have more to lose due in no small part to their elevated position. They live under two misconceptions.

First that the object of their misplaced aggression will always be "below" them, and that the status quo will remain indefinitely. This would explain the surprise that they often exhibit behind clenched tooth smiles when they hear news of someone whom they have been "hating on" coming into success. This in turn will cause their aggression and covetous hatred to increase and they may resort to numerous additional psychological tactics and sometimes physical tactics in order to exact revenge. Revenge for what you might ask? The hater must do anything to separate themselves from their self loathing; your success causes them to mentally decompensate in a sense. The status quo must be maintain : "How dare you...even attempt to better yourself...and even more audacious....how dare you succeed...how dare you make me feel bad about myself." It's as simple as that, the hater feels personally affronted that the object of their hatred has done well for themselves and views it as a direct attack.

Second and most importantly, haters often times believe that nothing can touch them. They will do anything to try time and time again to hide their inadequacies. If there is a potential for them to lose face in a situation they will make any number of excuses to prevent a confrontation because like I said before: inside all haters are yellow to their core and their cowardice is only superseded by their arrogance. If a hater is foolish enough; sometimes their arrogance will get them into a direct confrontation. This is dangerous ground from them because often times the object of their aggression has less to lose and everything to gain. The passive aggressive tactics of a hater do them little good in an altercation...so pour on the heat if they confront you directly. If presented with minimal force and maximal pressure the hater's thin veneer will crack and shatter.

So what does this mean for you? Stand your ground. Smile when the haters pass by..wave at them too. Even if you are down and out; smile at them. Live your life, be happy and move forwards. Like I said before it really does stoke the fire when a hater sees you smile. Learn to smile now and you will still be smiling when you ARE way above them at cruising altitude. They'll hate you more then but hey, they hated on you when you had nothing...its ok..let them hate on you now that you have everything. Their lives are so empty as it is...let them hate because that's all they can and will do. If you get lucky enough while you are down and out to have a hater confront you. The gloves are off..they've crossed the line..lay into them. Take not prisoners..destroy them. If you could liken the human heart and mind to a city....set torch to every roof, raze every building to the ground, and salt the earth when you are done. The hater in question has not shown you any courtesy and you have remained pleasant in spite of all their abuse. Now that they have over stepped their bounds...there is no place for civility. Be the whirlwind...and carry away everything that they hold dear..you are within your rights to do so. A loss like that is very damaging to the hater psychologically and may even stave off any further attacks for a time.

In closing, I know that I have a tendency to be rather wordy..lol case in point. In plain english it comes down to this : Hater are gonna hate. If given the opportunity to roll up on you and snatch away that last drop, they will.. because they're just fucked up like that. Keep your head up, because every dog has their day sooner or later. The haters can laugh and carry on now : let them boast, brag, and talk all that bullshit now. You'll get yours very very soon. In the meantime; if they step to you...do not punk out. If it comes to a battle of words cut them down..most of them aren't that articulate to begin with so this shouldn't be too hard. If it comes to and actual fight..oh baby...get ready to throw down. Its ok..God gave you two good hands..throw those thangs. If yer outnumbered you have little to worry about : chances are none of their punk ass friends are gonna jump in to save the day. Be strong and handle your business; it'll be worth sending that message : "I wasn't bothering nobody and you had to roll up on me talkin all kinds of bullshit and trying to start some trouble...that was a bad idea..it's hard to floss and look good for your homies when yer spitting out teeth isn't it..so why don't you gather up whatever's left of your dignity and fuck off now."

Stand tall, smile, and don't let those haters get you down..victory is fast approaching...hold on just a little longer.

The Cost of Leadership

Somethings shouldn't have changed. Years ago if two groups of peoples had a disagreement a meeting was held and their differences were discussed. If a middle ground could not be met two things could then happen. The two groups could arm themselves for battle or the leaders could meet in single combat to spare the lives of their warriors. If a challenge for single combat was presented by one ruler and his opponent refused to meet said challenge the latter party would often be dubbed a coward and traitor to his/her people more incline to send better men and women to die in their stead. Often times the leader position was not as highly sought after for this very reason. A leader would have to weigh the value of political power with the potential risk of single combat and death. With time rulers gained greater power and the position of king's/queen's "champion" gave rulers the out they needed. Thus a ruler could challenge another to single combat and their respective champions would duel to the death leaving these political leaders unscathed. How much better would the world be and how much less blood would have been shed across the years of human history if political animals were forced to face the same deaths that they condemn thousands upon thousands of nameless and faceless to die in their stead. Maybe political leaders would think twice about their arbitrary decisions if they knew that "their" lives were potentially on the line. Politicians would learn to care for their brothers and sisters on a much more visceral level. If politicians risked the same sufferings that their flighty decisions heaped on their constituents perhaps they wouldn't be so willing to make them for monetary or political gains.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Tenacity

It pays to be tenacious. Some will say that you are bludgeoning your face against an immovable wall. That is not true. Be tenacious. Everyday is resistance against the grist mill; the implacable uncaring machine that is trying to grind hope into dust. Fight forever; make the enemy pay dearly for every inch they try to take away. Fight..because to fight is better than to submit. Have hope; there is victory fast approaching. Never ever relent ...they may attempt to set you back but they cannot cast you from your course. That decision is yours; only you can decide to give up. Do not do it; instead live your life; enjoy everything that life has to offer and move forwards but never forget that there is a battle at hand. Live your life because moving forwards in other facets of your life is the one thing that cannot be stolen from you; but never ever let them believe that you have given up. It burns your oppressor even more that you are happy in spite of all their attempts to make your world a desolation; while you simultaneously continue, always continue to fight. Be tenacious and filled with hope there is no way that you can lose. Stand your ground. The light of day comes after the rain. Always.

Bonfire of the Sanities

Give in to me you will feel so much better after you do...

Close your eyes and fall into me I will show you sleep I will take you away to rest and sublime release...

I know that your burden is crushing and your heart is care worn;

Let your reason flow into me...I will give you a gift… my boon...

And you will be whatever your heart has desired to be.

All else will fall away and your rationing mind will slumber for a time....

Sit beneath my spreading boughs and dream...where I am there are no weeping children, no bills, no creditors, no worries, no diseases, death, aging, or broken hearts...

Eat of my fruit...and let your belly finally be full...

Leave your world of care behind and for a time sleep...

For, you can stay as long as you wish...

And that world of care will pass like a glass before your eye...but you will remain...you will abide...

And, if you choose to take your long ease I will make the transition quick and painless...

Slip into my arms ...open your wrists; you will sleep forever and feel peace...

I'll hold you close my tired babe and kiss your lips and take your breath into me...

There is nothing so precious as that final whispering breath...

The one that goes back to God...

Monday, September 8, 2008

Where's the LOve Jam??????????


Ok this one isn't mine...I got this one from a kick ass friend w/ extrees (dunno where she got it )

Orange blackberry marmalade recipe ingredients:

  • 1 liter mashed blackberries
  • 3 oranges
  • 1 kilogram sugar
  • 200 grams dark chocolate chips
  • 1 pouch liquid fruit pectin

Chocolate marmalade recipe instructions:

To get mashed blackberries: Clean and wash blackberries, pour water in them and cook them to soften for about 10 minutes (to 1 kilogram of blackberries add 1 deciliter of water). Cool it for few minutes. Mash blackberries in food processor (you should get about 1 liter of mashed blackberries).

Wash oranges, grate orange peel and squeeze the juice from them.

Pour sugar, orange peel and juice in mashed blackberries and cook it again (stirring it all the time).

When fruit mix starts to boil, stir fruit pectin in it. Remove foam from the surface of the marmalade with a spoon and stir chocolate chips in it to melt for few minutes.

Remove blackberry orange marmalade from the heat and give it a good stir.

Pour hot fruit marmalade in the sterilized warm jars, seal them and place jars in dry and dark place.

Best eaten on Russian Pumpernickle with a tall glass of OJ or a hot mug o' joe

Enjoy Bitches!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Despair


Paint your face for me. Paint it crimson. Arm in arm across the way. Sprinting towards the edge. Falling into fire ; swim in my eyes. Doused in blackness and gasoline. Torment and tension stitched to and thru skin. Razor wire , bone , sinew , and blood. It’s rising up in me and I can’t stop it. I write on the walls trying to keep it at bay. I don’t want to again. I don’t want to. But I can feel it clawing at me; biting at me. Little teeth. Gleaming chompers. Dumping lava into my veins. I squeeze tight, curl into a ball trying to crush the snake in my belly. It starts small…little sparks ; then the bigger logs begin to catch light and I’m up and away. Blazing like an inferno I’m gone outta sight. Running to the brink I can feel the heat under my feet and the wind on my face. I wish I could burn right up…I need relief then it’ll be gone. Something anything to clear away the slate of my heart and make me blank inside. I close my eyes and demons of love and loss cavort across the darkness. There is no peace. There is no peace and I wish the earth would open and swallow me. The urn of my soul is broken and all of me is gushing out. The sand drinks it up greedily begging for more and I wish I had none left to give. But more and more and more keeps flowing out. Like a finger in an open sore. Like that infected tooth that you can’t keep from touching with your tongue. The scab you can’t help but pick. I’m hurting and I wish I could force myself to end it. I want to smear blood across my forehead and rub my face with ash. I want to sit under a moon black as sack cloth and lament loss , despair against finality , and rage indiscriminately against anyone and everything till my fingers are worn down to the bone and I cough blood in vivid gaudy streams. To hear the sound of anyone screaming except me would give me peace. Instead of sitting inside this tomb to lost love and rehashing everything…going over the words and the days and the years again and again. I run my fingers over it studying the crevices and crannies looking for an imperfection. Some indication...something to tell me I could have seen this all coming. I’m at ground zero…a pillar of ash...stark and alone, oblivious that the world around me has drastically changed and the road ahead is dark , lonely and uncertain. I feel spent and all that’s left is this quiet agony. I’m at the edge of the abyss; one good shove is all I need. Then I could escape into the black...falling forever…and finally have peace…instead of looking at scattered pictures and shattered glass…Instead of praying for my love to come back…instead of waiting for the joy in my eyes to return…I miss her

Saturday, February 9, 2008

Syphon off Poison


Peace like something electric...

Tranquil vermilion lightning...sublime lemony calm... Quiet sitting in urns on shelves...sitting forever they have been...

Cool, chilly, frozen cement solid and cracking...breaking open... Spilling wave after wave of licking flame, azure consuming fire all over everything....

It’s the indigo shock wave baby shrouded in a black cloud of fine dust.... Burning me up...turning my heart into a slab of granite....

It's poison...an emetic I greedily drink up that twists my body into impossible contortions...

Breaking bone and tearing sinew until the righteous stupidity reaches its grim fruition... Hacking up vomit that coalesces into steamy puddles of self loathing in the dark places that I hide inside myself.....

Here's the cure... drench your hair with axle grease and chew bricks with broken teeth...

Then serenity will run in dark rivulets from the honeycomb into the spike....

A shard of glass in the throat and the adder's pin prick...body pinching what I am in a contracting vice... Reticulating bands of steel glowing under crimson lights in everyday spaces...

Murdering the anguish... suffocating in the touch of rosy lips on mine...a kiss that slips through my shift quick and easy... razor sharp... Freeing loops of intestine....like an avalanche covering ire and tension in cold white antibiotic calm...

Bodies falling into bodies... locked in my mind’s eye...slick with plasma... rocking back and forth...slippery… so slippery

Sighs intertwining... sewing ribbons of ecstasy to and through my skin... Images drawn in the sand...

Sand melting into glass on the leafy green beaches... Beaches that touch cool water under an eggplant purple sky...

Her indigo eyes ...eyes that sometimes see everything inside me...then fade to blindness black....

Hungry eyes looking for a face to come home to......

Lying in bed and watching the corners of her mouth move...smile...frown...smile...

Her glittering pupils...not jaded by purgatory... And making love to her is making music written in the dark waves of security, trust, and innocent love....

Those waves lap up on my shore and I'll have her little shoes under my bed and fewer monsters in my closets...and

Finally calm and quiet...

Calm like a pool of blood...

Quiet like a dying man's last breath of oxygen...

At last sweet and warm…

Sweet like drops of chocolate rain…

Warm like that first ray of sunshine….