Words…

Only significant when remembered; they line the life we lead. Fabricating each moment into defined thought.

…They certainly can make use of space, filling in the gaps of perceived reality. With these wondrous words, the world becomes what you wish.

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The trouble is in knowing what to take in. Gobble up the goods, but careful not to choke! Any feast can pull a foul.

Trick is to never over-indulge. Sometimes silence fills the air just fine.

Renaissance: rEvolution, Rebirth

The online world and reality, are one in my existence.

Detaching myself from the pain I was most destructively bound by, my soul found solace on the web. It was here I found the few friends whos’ connection has never severed. Relating to the people I was surrounded by, but whom seemed so far. In spite of the miles, I held on to this path strong.

The web wound me around, and lead me right back home. In 2005 I met my soul-mate, Christopher Dee Pollard, through an online multiplayer game (Counter-Strike:Source).

In the wake of our elation, our passions burned brighter than before. Culminated by the mere happenstance of our meeting.

Through expression, relation, creation and innovation– We are in the age of a global Renaissance, taking place in the wires of our world. Just as the printing-press pulled Europe from the Dark Ages, we will propel our future into a world painted, written, captured, designed and coded by the masses.

This is as much “About Me”, as it is you…

I find it funny, the ongoing insanity of individuals.
I let out a slight snicker, along with a sigh, a shaking of my head…

DON’T SAY THAT YOU ARE LIKE ME, YOU DIDN’T HAVE AN EMPATHY FOR THE POOR DOG.

HE TOLD YOU HE WAS SICK.

YOU SAID HE WASN’T EATING OR DRINKING WATER.

DON’T EVER SAY YOU ARE LIKE ME.

HE LIVED FOR 2 & 3/4 YEARS WITH ME, AND WOULD PROBABLY STILL BE ALIVE
IF YOU WOULD HAVE CALLED.

YOU HAVE LIED, LIED, LIED.

YOU SAY YOU ARE DOING WELL FINANCIALLY.

HOW LITTLE YOU KNOW ABOUT ME. I HAD I.R.S. TRAINING ON SIGNS PEOPLE
GIVE WHEN THEY ARE FINANCIALLY STRESSSED.

EVICTION.

PHONE DISCONNECTED.

I CAN HELP WITH SHADOW, BUT YOU WANT TO LIE, AND WON’T CALL.

YOU DON’T GIVE A DAMNED ABOUT ME, WHICH DOESN’T MATTER TO ME.

WHY DON’T YOU GIVE A DAMN FOR THAT POOR DOG.

Where is the humor?
-Not in the suffering of their soul, but in the implosion of their inner child.

When a person won’t accept what is, they can throw a tantrum. My reaction is silence, as to decipher the true intent of their scattered signals.

Often times, I have intentionally prolonged silence with certain individuals. When I send the words of my will, my wisdom, my mind, heart and soul… I look for the listeners. Encountering the bickering and bitter, I know a person’s bubble to get bigger before it bursts. So I allow for distance, as I am not to witness self-implosion– or experience the casting out, of a misplaced mind.

The only person that can help you, is yourself.
No reason to argue with that.
No need do I have, to feel the wrath of a soul-stuck-stagnant. I do not stick around to feel the stabs.
No matter the love I feel at heart, when self-expression no longer feeds their solace, but their fury… I let them have their time–
Though their mind may
tick-tick-tick;
they may taunt me from afar,
I live a life unattached to those hands that spiral on-and-on, in a dizzy daze.

My Mother showed me, that the nature of our being lies in the willingness to succeed as the self.

Lack drive,
Collide;
Tumble off into the twine.

A steep upward climb…

Take hefty steps to thrive,
Despite the “one step forward, two steps back”–
Onward will always lead you forward,
Out of the free-falling decline.

We lead our lives,
Contact and clique;
Or Leach our lives,
drown and disconnect.

I flow full force,
Around the rocks,
Though my washing over…
Will surely never wash away.