The Lizard King; the body and mask of Dionysus. During ancient Greek dithyrambs, the maenads would scream in lust, terror, and madness, for feeling their god's pain moments before witnessing his hysterical presence on stage was enough to drive any devotee into the depths of insanity (reality). Criticism for Morrison's relationship with female fans ( Read more... )

Hêlios fills your skin with color, your plants with life. Thus it is admired before it sets. Exorbiant sunsets; Over-indulgence of desires; Twin methods stripping Hêlios of all his radiance ( Read more... )

We're witnessing this world through billions of projectors; our eyes lightbulbs casting vision across the skies. Can there really be existence without conciousness? A stone would have to recognize the breeze and noon sun if our senses left reality bobbing in their wake.

Martyrs tend to move easily across the Bardo. During life they keep their eyes level when walking towards the sun ( Read more... )

Four monkeys were put in a tank the size of a master bedroom with a four-foot podium in the center. There were steps leading up to the podium's top surface ( Read more... )

Starting with elementary school. Abolish it. Children will remain home and be expected to learn basic reading, writing, and arithmetic skills from parents and educated tutors. This will discontinue the faulty conditioning of language kids today receive. (an example from C.S. Lewis' The Abolishment of Man: Children are taught that objects personify ( Read more... )

I let the baffled child borrow my guitar for a week. He didn't understand the concept of an instrument being merely what the name dictates ( Read more... )

Cruel mother nature is when looking through two eyes conditioned to see only her blackheads and rampant syphilis. While looking for the truth, a body of fire he calls Helios, an anonymous man holstered a shovel to his forearm. Today he's dug himself far into his little world, for Helios is not below the surface of the soil! If you were to tell him ( Read more... )

I can now die saying I befriended a mirage. Reality would be dormant for my comrade in a world of stone corneas and dormant flesh hanging from our temples. He tends to sleep with the absence of eyes. Homicide, I fear, would be as simple as evacuating our senses or attention.

I despise arguments, they always leave me with a horrible aftertaste. It seems the more I read, the more arguments I engage in. There is either a desire to express my opinions or knowledge roused by absorbing Plato and Voltaire, or I am growing tired of accepting the cliché observations of peers around me. I expect the latter. There is nothing more ( Read more... )