Stepping out from Dissonance

Temporary escape, we all desire, removing, drawing back, recharge, but we never leave this world.  True absence is impossible, even if you were to go to space someone would have to known you are there.   People populating profound products of their imagination, Particles exist in waves and as matter, a duality of a lunatic, or so it would take one to believe.  The imagination is everyone’s best friend and worst enemy, its free entertainment while laying on your bed, meanwhile it creates hideous monsters underneath that same bed.  Words roots our experience as they flow effortlessly after years of socialization.  Imagination uses these words to grab ideas out of thin air, or perhaps to change the wavelength of the particles in your brain to generate new thoughts.  Is there an idea field where all possibilities lie? Do we pick out knowledge and jokes one by one?  Is there a certain order of thoughts that unlock new ideas.  I think that would have to be the case, ideas build upon themselves, just as math does.  A foundation of knowledge is not necessary to understand a subject’s most complex spheres, but to understand how galaxies form you must have an understanding of gravity.   As we are beginning to understand the brain, we think that the brain is organized in this very way.  That the complexity of thought is correlated to the vertical neurological chain matching the very understanding that is necessary to move on to the next level.   Are video games just a manifestation of this inner workings of our brains?

Jab and jive tough to strive for what we can’t afford

Counter attack to we quickly react to those who shame us

Hand tightens vision focused, the thrill is in the moment

Energy of the day is put to rest with the sun but the struggle continues into the night.

Thank you for taking the time to read my unorganized thoughts.


Reason behind Me

I started a journal back in May of 2011, it was just a way to get my thoughts down and spend time reflecting.  Little did I know it would turn into one of my favorite hobbies, as well as having it’s therapeutic  attributes.  Consistent at times, along with duties of life I always came back to it; now it’s over 2 years later.  Just a word doc. simply titled My Journal (If anyone wishes to go find it) for me it’s a journey through time, taking me back to that day or period.  Rediscovering what I was into then or what I was obsessed about and how it’s mostly irrelevant now.   My favorites are the good times I wrote about, words trigger fond memories, Language, the infinite time machine.

So today for the first time I will share a journal entry, it is jumbled but it is pure.  95% Blue Meth #Breaking Bad.  (had to)  Maybe you can follow my though process.

Here it is……


Each day it rains I am thankful, for it was a good day, sick but not to bad, food is always good, Concert of decisions I made the right one, fun music, fun people, crazy to see all those people at bay front, it was the place to be.  Rainbow falls was epic, jumping and swimming made me feeling shitty.  Climbed so high in that tree, at least 40 feet up with only branches to hold on to, boy what a rush, Found 2nd bay surf spot in Puna, I like Clint he is a good man,  Picked up a hitchhiker named Cody, he was working on a farm in the Woofing program, he’s from Denver.  Had some real Hawaii surf finally, landed a clean air super stoked.  Can’t believe it’s almost October, days soar by gentle and fluid.   I was born to love you, I was born to kiss your face, I was born to rub you, but you were born to rub me first.  Chevy.   Transitional thoughts cloud my thinking, directing it towards filthy waters, cris cross, I’m all turned around, sleepless and hungry a platform emerges from which sure flow of though is achieved, Words to evoked, evoking trees to be trees and waves to crash around me as if I am the center of all that I understand.  Distractions are my enemy, today was unproductive and productive all the same, it was a day that I will never get back, it is real to think that all life is a end, No because we have multiple emotions and in the end to judge which did I have more of, the good or the bad, will you be objective.

Rainbow Falls