Let Go
Current mood: blank
Category: Romance and Relationships

Sudden impulses drawn together to remain close to what you hold inside. From the exterior, a bellow of smoke, mirrors, but behind the mask cries terror. Tears of insanity from a youth once lost, but found again. Border line fear of what could be, what once was. We fit like the cliche' says, "a glove." I can't let go, I won't let go. Never to back down, but just maybe that's what you need in these critical times. I find myself wanting to escape to your world. Been outcasted, banished from the world that crumbles before you, before me though I must let you, let me go...

That glow that eminated from a smile that was a week ago, or month ago, maybe one year later. Crave the essence of what you've given answered in a prayer. Layers of silk skin brazenly lifted. A gift to finally see the real you, the real me in the same space. Made from god's grace, so purely petrafied that I might remain on the outside of what could be. Something myth's are made of. My ties to you can't let go, won't let go. You pleaded hesitantly that it must end, it can't remain. But I find myself escaping to your domain once again with thoughts of what power you have over me. Left astray from a world that keeps crashing from within. So I must let you, let me go.

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And as always comment's are appreciated but never required.

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Feeding Frenzy
Current mood: blissful
Category: Life

-Look, over there!

-What? I don't see nothin. Umm, yah, so what the hell are you talking about?

 -D@mn It! Are you blind?

-Must be. I sees nothin.

-It's a feeding frenzy. Them sharks over there. You can't see it?

-Oh that? That's nothing. I see it all the time.

-That s!t is crazy! Oh how fast those bastards get to somethin is amazing!

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I bet you're wondering what the hell has gotten into me? Reading this blog might make you wonder whether or not I've been watching too much Discovery Channel. And no I haven't. It's a metaphor, err maybe simile, or one of those Ye' Old Chinese Wise Man things. It's about negativity. Have you ever noticed how quickly one person can plague a group of people with it? "It" being negativity. You know the whole one bad apple can ruin the whole bunch theory? O.k. so maybe the whole "bad apple" thing was a bad example. I think that's more so for something else, but maybe it does apply. One negative thought, can theoretically ruin a thousand positive thoughts and can even turn what once was a great day into a horrible city one.

What can we do to stop the mayhem? I say we replace, drive, even shove down people's throats a few positive thoughts, Maybe this can help, even when you're having a bad day, why ruin another person's fun? Don't be a grouch, try to think happy thoughts: pink "My Little Ponies." Beautiful dew glistening roses blooming in front of the sunrise. The sound of waves breaking the shorelines in Jamaica. Your feet being massaged by the sun heated white sands in Florida. The In-Laws, (o.k maybe not the In-Laws) but anything other than what has got you in such a lousy mood. Remember, we only live once, so why feel or act as if you're dead already?

This has been another public service announcement by none other than the "Mindless Babble" himself. And as always comments are encouraged, but never required. Until next time...

Mindessness at it's Finest

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Jack Daniel Filled Hope
Current mood: hopeful
Category: Writing and Poetry

Hope draws closer to another chance for a new romance to follow. With every pill I swallow, hope brings that sunshine into another mundane existence. The persistence of hope, the resistance of a lost resolution under the umbrella covering away the reign of negativity. I hope to dream a new dream, I hope to find a new beam of light watching hope shine through the night and scare away the pessimism. Living in a hope filled prison is no prison at all. It's giving myself away to something greater than I. Allow hope to reign washing tears of doubtfulness away. Sustain a love to gain, again hoping this one will lead to bliss never a lonely day, or gut wrenching dismay watching her play a new game of lay next to a new. Hope for hope is all I can do as another day elopes into a foreshadowed future of mine. Hope for hope in this last day as Jack Daniels washes the pills away...

Another pill swallowed as hope follows another tomorrow that may never be seen by a man like me, but who knows. Hope someone finds me before both bottles are empty and I'm just laying there with hope filled eyes, twitching away my life. Paralyzed before I die, but at least hope tears the tears away, drains the pain of missing her again. Hoping for that new love that never showed, prayed she would arrive through these vacuum filled emotions consuming every part of me. Swindled from the conjured up ill sentiment eroding me inside but why me? Be the bigger of us both looking upon a brighter future, suture up those old wounds and allow them to heal for the first time. Arrived at your house blood soaked jeans begging you to please look out of your window. Can't you see what you do to me? What a fool, you've hurt me and the only way to stop the bleed is you. But I guess it's all over now and all I can do is hope for hope as another day elopes into a foreshadowed future of mine. Hope for hope in this last day as Jack Daniels washes the pills away...

And as always comments are appreciated but never required. Until next time...

Mindlessness at it's Finest

Currently listening : Jagged Little Pill By Alanis Morissette Release date: 13 June, 1995

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Don’t Call Me A...
Current mood: breezy
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers

One day I decided to go to the casino that's closest to my house. It wasn't at the most optimum time to go. When I say optimum, I mean not during their busiest hours. This place wasn't busy whatsoever, but enough people to make the time interesting.

Now this casino is no Las Vegas style place by any means. As matter of fact, it's more like a warehouse with carpet and slot machines on a road in the middle of po' dunk Oklahoma. So as I sat down at a slot machine, there was a middle-aged woman in pig tails with grey streaks, and some cut-off white short shorts sitting a few machines down. She kept giving me this look. She had a fantastic body on her, but the outfit she had on and her face by no means made me want to swoon. We made eye contact a few times and she gave me a pleasant smile. I thought nothing of it. Just kept playing the machine I was sitting at.

As I sat there, she kept staring at me and another gentlemen sat near me. He started doing really good and she started eying this guy. He looked at me and we made some small talk. During the small talk he said something about her being a "working girl." I thought to myself, "Working girl? Oh she must work some stressful days and needs someone to be with from time to time." With this thought in my head, I decided to move to a machine closer to her. Maybe I can find out what he meant by a "working girl."

Took up a machine one down from hers and we sparked up a little conversation. Some laughs were exchanged and something happened that made me feel really uncomfortable. She asked me if I wanted to have a good time? What guy wouldn't want to have a good time? So I simply answered by asking what she had in mind? Then a few price quotes flew past my head. I couldn't help but think, "What?"

I had to ask her the simplest of questions which she made into much more complicated than it ever needed to be. I said, "So what are you, a hooker or somethin?"

"That term is just so offensive. As matter of fact, never mind," is what she said after the question.

"What would you rather me call you, sexual specialist, pleasure technician, or the common working girl slogan?" Was the thought running through my head after what I said as I watched her and the bouncing pigtails walk out of my life for good. When she left, I couldn't help but think about political correctness.

Have we gone too far? Is it now not safe to call a "working girl" a hooker anymore? I don't think I got that memo...

I hope you all enjoyed this little story. One thing to note, no matter where a casino is, there will be some undesirables because of the whole sin attracts sin thing. But then I could be wrong as I am with many other things. As always comments are appreciated, but never required. Until next time...

 Mindlessness at it's Finest

Currently listening : The Red Light District By Ludacris Release date: 07 December, 2004

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Dream With Me
Current mood: cheerful
Category: Religion and Philosophy

Never awakened by the madness, finally living the dream that seldom see. Plea no longer to heaven's above on a high that no drug could do. Able to do what was only in my imagination as a little creation from my mother and father's sensations. Meditation no longer needed, stress relieved with that fresh air I breathe. I can see that end of the tunnel and as matter of fact I've over come it. In the great wide open spoken by many with sceneries of new. No clue that it could be this glorious. Every where I walk I can hear the chorus singing above me at a degree that could only be felt by me. Sleep no longer, dream no longer, for I am what I've always set myself to be, FREE! So please, won't you dream with me.

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Why do dreams always conflict with our reality? Our destiny in the eyes of some is already set in stone. If this philosophy is true then why try? If we live to be what was already destined to be, then why do we always feel lost, trapped, running the rat race and never truly finding that piece of cheese dangling at the end of the string on a twig? Why not just be the lump on the log, unmotivated, and unsatisfied with what we're doing with that inkling of hope that possibly destiny will deal us that Royal Flush we desire?

I think we hold our destiny in hand. The cards were dealt when you were born, you just have to know how to play them. You can always bluff a pair of two's and make anyone look like a bigger fool by making them fold with a flush in their hand. It's all in how you play your cards right. So will you all dream with me and hope that the hand I have with 7 high generates enough of a buzz to make mountains out of mole hills? Makes the Royal Flush fold, collapse, and fall like a Colorado avalanche. Just dream with me won't you?

I hope all of you are having a wonderful week. Look at it this way, there's only one day left until the weekend. And as always comments are encouraged but never required. Until next time...

 Mindlessness at it's Finest

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Pain Stained Glass
Current mood: calm
Category: Writing and Poetry

Looking into your eyes, seeing the reflections of hurt, embarrassment, shame. Tame those feelings to assure these people, I'm not to blame. Rain falls, walls crumble for only those few moments as the disclosure of emotions boil. Spoil you, gifts shower your presence, the essence of you perseveres through the hardships and tear filled days. Pray, hope lost with hopeless ambitions wishing for those days that only joy filled songs are made of. Stay above the madness, fight through the stress filled days awaiting for that moment in the shade. Played sour rotten thoughts imbedded into a lowered ego, so here we go again, looking into your eyes, those pain stained glass windows with a reflection of me again.

Why must I be the brunt of your jokes? Poke, laugh, ridicule like I'm the village idiot, but who's the true fool? Is it me or is it you? Clue you into the world of mine, but you'll find those shoes have been worn a thousand times and indeed hurt anyone's feet but me. Jeep riding with your head out of it's shell like a turtle who just fell on his back but relax because you're the one making an ass. Pass you by as you look at me from a high horse, a throne, crowned king of this world by one's foolish ideologies. Apologies only go as far as the tongue. Numb the dumb commentary as I persist to resist throwing this idiot through the window. Flow with the go and know that it is me looking at the reflection through a mirror as sour rotten thoughts imbed the process of lowering my ego. So here we go again, looking into your eyes, my eyes, those pain stained glass windows with a reflection of me again.

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I hope you all enjoyed this one. An idea that has been floating in my head all night, just finally got a chance to write something down. And as always comments are appreciated but never required. Until next time.

Mindlessness at its finest

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Can She Cook? (the lost art)
Current mood: argumentative
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes

 -Hey babe, what's that smell?

-Oh sh-+! I left the water boiling!!!

-Well, sorry to tell you babe but there ain't no water in the pan...? What were you doing boiling water in a pa... Never mind.

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I would like to start off by saying, in no way am I trying to be sexist, but in a way, this blog will sound sexist as hell. I guess I can deal with that fact, but understand I'm just a curious soul that wonders about little things in life such as this.

How does one burn water? Even more so over, whatever happened to the lost art of cooking? It seems to me that all the women I've met over this little life of mine have no clue what cooking is. If it doesn't have microwavable instructions on a box, they are clueless on how to prepare a decent meal. Not only that, some even find a way to mess that up. Just the mention of a stove puts a blank stare in one's eyes.

Don't get me wrong, I know how to cook. I'm no gourmet chef, but I can handle my own in the kitchen. But once, only once, do I want to find someone who knows how to use a skillet, wok, or do I dare say a crock pot. Instead, when a meal comes to their mind the first words that come to mind are, "Where, and do they have drink specials?"

The "where" is your house, and "the drink specials" are whatever you have in the liquor cabinet. "So get to cookin woman!" Just kidding, but maybe I'm just being picky. Is it too much to ask for a decent meal once in a blue moon that doesn't have a price attached to it on a menu? Just a thought, I could be wrong. I guess the only meal being cooked with out a menu or price will be at my house. Care to join me?

I would like to thank all of you who joined the "Mindless Babble" for a quick "on my high horse," or another "soap box" moment. And as always, comments are appreciated but never required. Until next time...

Mindessness at it's Finest

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Painstakingly Obvious
Current mood: catalyzed
Category: Writing and Poetry

She said she fell again. Slipped on some vegetable oil that was accidentally spilled on the kitchen floor. She's so clumsy. I mean to fall so hard that an arm is broken to go with her black eye. Poor girl, maybe she'll learn to be more careful...

Her only escape, her refuge from the bare white walls of her house, that personal prison was work. For those eight short hours she was able to find solace, comfort, an understanding ear. These were the only times she didn't have to hear the screams, the threats of how she doesn't respect him, doesn't love him enough. Just another way to hide the pain behind the facade of falsity. She admits he can be unbearable, somewhat of a tyrant, but she married him for better, or for worse. He needs someone to take care of him. If not her, who? It's just what a woman needs to do, right? Stand by her man, no matter the cost, what he says goes. "It's just the way he shows he loves me," is what she said to me once. Stating submissively, "He just needs a way to vent, and I'm the only one he can talk to,"

I'm never one to judge, so as she shrugs her shoulders and walks away, I can only wonder. Hope for the best, pray her eyes open to what's going on. It's painstakingly obvious what she's going through. I know she didn't slip, but I played it off as if that's what indeed happened. She always seems so confident, assure of herself, someone who would never allow someone to control her in that matter. Who am I to say their relationship is wrong? Maybe that's what works.

In the following weeks of work, the slips, excuses for bruises become harder to believe. Blaming anything from the dog getting in her way, to how her child accidentally hit her in the nose with his kid Craftsman Hammer. Then one day, she no longer worked there. Disappeared from my world into another world unknown. No one really knows what happened. She never picked up her last check. Never said good-bye. She just quit working.

I always wonder if there was something I could of done, maybe helped in some way, Let her see the light. Allow her to know that a woman should be respected, not tormented or neglected. But who am I to judge? I'm just one man curiously pondering the where abouts of what was painstakingly obvious.
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Just a quick thought. And as always comments are encouraged, but never required. Until next time.

Currently listening : All the Lost Souls By James Blunt Release date: 18 September, 2007

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Tired Valentine
Current mood: bummed
Category: Writing and Poetry

Decompressing respective ideas longing for that one-night stand that lasts eternally. Spell bound, hell's hound awaits near the fiery depths of my personal hell. Grid locked, stripped hot women surround me with STD tears longing to find someone near as fear guides another man with a beer in his hand. "Will you dance with me perty lil lady?" lately that's the line echoed through the silent violent aching head of mine. I can visualize him standing there without a care, taking her home on a dare whispered in his ear from her.Then three days pass as a fiery feeling eminates from his passionate loins. Taken for a ride, dipped in groin heat stripped and has a fever to itch where no man need to. Caught that flu from someone new, another piece of strange. That dame did take him on a ride not of joy but of a bug she deployed deep within. Glad him not me, left the scene after the dance. Crashed at my place with a bottle of Jack Daniels and coke to chase my guilty thoughts away. Didn't make that move as my heart grows cold, bitter as vinegar wine, and left here to mope as another tired Valentine.

Decompressing repressed thoughts of her, of you pounding pavement with each step closer to her apartment. Watching from a distant as you move closer, grab her hand and pull closer. Tug as she shrugs it off and allows you to kiss her on that right cheek. That's my cheek, forbidden to be touched by anyone but me. See you flee, skipping to a beat in your head, full of heat. Grabbing your phone on the way home, then racing back to the apartment door. Knock, pulled in, rocked by the jerking of your hand. Damn, taken in, giving in, willingly submissive as the walls close in. Full of sin from within, left with a burdensome thought, agony of knowing but glowing inside from lowering yourself to do what should of never been done. Oh well, f@ck it, it's just another Valentine's Day passed, and no one has to know. This grows my heart cold, bitter as vinegar wine, and left here to mope as another tired Valentine.

Just thought I would put something together for Valentine's Day. And as always comments are appreciated, but never required. Until next time...

Mindlessness at it's Finest!

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Fantasy Island-Reality Rock
Current mood: blessed
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes

Mindessness at it's Finest

Currently listening : The Land Before Time III - The Time of the Great Giving Release date: 12 December, 1995

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Make It Hail!
Current mood: cheerful
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes

-Thought I was gone huh? You know what we need to get you? We need to get you laid! All this talk about this and that. All you need is a good piece of some...

-What the? How'd you get back in my blogs?

-You can't get rid of me! You know I'm right! And you can't fire your best producer. Got my ladies back thanks to you. Now let's get you some. You with me?

-Yah, where we going?

-Let's check out that place you heard about with the midget stripper.

-Can we get real? Aww, screw it. Can I tag along? I heard she can do this trick with the pole that's only imaginable by few and illegal in 49 states including Puerto Rico.

-Alright Dr. Phil, but you need to stop trying to make it hail. Those women don't appreciate it when you bring rolls of quarters. The change bruises. You didn't tell Bush where we going did you?

-Going where? Ahh, Side Winders? Tell Tiny Tina I'll be back next week.

This has been a new release of the producer and me. And as always comments are appreciated, but never required. Until next time.

Mindessness at it's Finest

Currently listening : I’m N Luv (Wit a Stripper) By T-Pain Release date: 08 August, 2006

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Acronyms...
Current mood: bouncy
Category: School, College, Greek

As I sit here and pontificate about the tumultuous time I'm having here at school, I keep getting inundated with peculiar ideas. (I have no idea what I just wrote)

So here I am in front of the computer once again, thinking hard about a topic. Something funny. Maybe something deep, gut wrenching, deep hearted. Something that'll pound your soul. Something that makes me feel open, honest, sharing, caring, and all that emotion gobbley goo.

But it seems nothing came to mind. So as I write, the only thing I have on my mind is acronyms. What is that you say? Are you thinking, "What could be deep about acronyms?" Well my friend, absolutely nothing.

However, I do ask this question. Do you think when "they" come up with a name of something that is planned on being an acronym that "they" wonder how it would look or sound as an acronym? Examples you ask for, well I shall throw some out there really quick.

FBI-Federal Bureau of Investigations. Couldn't they of said something like Bureau of Federal Investigations? Or is there something wrong with the way that sounds?

CIA-Central Intelligence Agency. Agency of Central Intelligence?

And finally the most infamous ATF-Agency of Tobacco and Firearms. Why not Tobacco and Firearms Agency?

O.k so that was enough of my quick "Mindless Babble" for today. I hope you all are having a wonderful week, and look at the brighter side, only one more day to go! (for those of you who have weekends off)

Mindlessness At It's Finest

Currently watching : Black Snake Moan Release date: 26 June, 2007

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A World Never Known
Current mood: rejected
Category: Romance and Relationships

Currently watching : My Fair Lady Release date: 08 December, 1998

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Young Again...
Current mood: adventurous
Category: Life

-Boy I tell you these kids these days have no respect for their elders.

-What are you talking about? You're a damn infant! What do you know?

-I'm just sayin. I remember just yesterday, right after I pooped my draws, this lil bastard came up to me in my stroller and...

-Dude! Seriously, what the hell are you talking about?

-Can I finish my story? Oh...wait...ahhh... That was much better. I think that's one of those green ones. Anyways, before I was rudely interupted. That lil helion said to me, "Aww, look at the wittle baby. Koochie-koochie-kooo."

-I can tell you're going to need some serious counselling when you get older.

- I'll be available with my pop-psychology at your service. Can we just be real?...and after the break see the remarkable story of this young child getting yelled at by a dog...

-Somebody please help me out of this terrible NIGHTMARE!
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Take a journey with me when you were younger for a moment. Could of been years ago, or at this very moment. Have you ever had someone say something to you to this affect? Have you ever heard someone say something about the youth when you were a youth? Have you ever said this about the kids these days?

I just noticed that as I get older, the more I realize that I myself begin to use phrases such as these and I'm only 29! I can only imagine how I'm going to be when I'm much older. Saying things such as, "I remember when I was a kid, I didn't get to fly to school, we had to drive 15 miles to school." Or, "The music these days is garbage. When I was younger we listened to things like Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre. Boy you probably have no idea who these people are. Probably think they're some kind of anime."

I'm glad you could come by and read another "Mindless Babble." I hope everyone is having a wonderfully fantabulous week. And as always comments are appreciated but never required.

Mindlessness at it's Finest

Currently watching : Family Guy, Vol. 5 (Season 5 Part 1) Release date: 18 September, 2007

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Mmm... Cat-Fries
Current mood: animated
Category: Life

-Psst.... What'cha cookin?

 -Mmm Hmm. Them some cat-fries.

-Hmm, I'm so hungwee I can eat an ear! What's in it?

 - Them there cat-fries be made of...uhm...Mmm Hmm beef. Fried beef be in them cat-fries.

-Fwied beef? Hmm, that's loominuswy dewicious sounding. I'll twy one.

- {smurks} Mmm Hmm, how were them there cat-fries? Good eatin, mm hmm...

-That sh** right there... That s**t right there... Good till the wast bite.

-Those were fried bull nuts! Mmm Hmm. Fried them real good like!

-Aaaw, get yo will a$$ over here!

-Gotta catch me first....

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Isn't that enough to make a person want to piss on someone? Maybe not, but possibly do something atrocious. They cleverly disguise one thing in order to get you to try something else. But then you feel dirty when you actually like it. Kind of like the first time a girl sticks a finger... well never mind. Not that this happened to me or anything. Or like the first time someone tried snail and they said it was... Well I guess there's no hiding the snail factor. Anyways, before I put my foot in my mouth anymore, this has been another public announcement from the "Mindless Babble."

See how I just tried to make this outrageous blog become something informative? Yah, didn't think it worked. And as always comments are always appreciated, but never required. Until next time...

Mindlessness At It's Finest

Currently watching : The Ten Release date: 15 January, 2008

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