Monthly Archives: December 2013

Hey Young Blood, doesn’t it feel like our time is running out…


I have been spending an exorbitant amount of time thinking about… well just that– thinking about time. Inspired by a conversation on Saturday that left my brain in subject meditation mode, time which can be viewed as so very limited, as well as limitless, can also own us, or we can own it.  I think that is a continual battle.  Do we own our time, or does our time own us?  For me, the answer to that changes by the moment. 

And then there was the song.  “Hey young blood, doesn’t it feel like our time is running out”.  

The flow of my thoughts continue to develop around this phrase.  Yes, it does feel like time is running out.  The question is, what is it running out of?  What will I miss?  What am I up against?  It was never my intention to live a mundane life.  I want to forever be growing, learning, developing, and living a life rich in counterculture experiences, and awaking moments.  

At risk of being cliche, I have a chance to live a life full of adventure. Adventure can be had anywhere, and at any time.  I suppose I must define adventure for myself. Adventure by definition is, an unusual and exciting experience or activity.  Isn’t learning, growing, reading, hiking, listening to music, watching movies, meeting new people, and engaging in new experiences adventurous?  I think it is all a matter of the mind, and a matter of perspective.  Anything that enriches me, appeals to my senses, or affects me is, in a sense, an adventure to me.  

This is all just mental vomit.. 

But time… Is it running out?  It pains me to think of it like it.  I am battling myself to see it from a new perspective.   My entire life had a reset one year ago.  I have, begrudgingly, began again.  Should I hate this fresh start so deeply?  Probably not.  It is my chance to make my focus the excitement, and experiences that life has in store for me.  I am wiser this time.  Definitely not wealthier, but where money took me last time is not a place I ever want to go again.  Continuing on my cliche (but honest) path, I want to feel like even the smallest things I do are an adventure until the day I die.  Maybe those small things will develop into large things, and I will live a life full of experience.  

But I guess that is where I am wrong again.

We all live a life full of experience exactly how we are now.  We just need to open our eyes. 

Time is running out, but does it have to?

Define time for yourself.  At least that is what  I need to do.

Also, why do we kill our heroes?  Why can’t I ever stay on subject? 



If the Zombie apocalypse…


If the zombie apocalypse happens, don’t be a whore.  That’s probably the only relevant thing that could be said after the introductory phrase.

Why are people always talking about zombie apocalypses, and why do I always walk into those conversations?  Is there something that I do not know?  Have bath salts increased in usage?  Are they putting them in our fast food?

If the zombie apocalypse happens, I promise to give myself over to the zombies, and lead them to the homes of those that speak of preparing for said apocalypse like one might happen any day now.  “Don’t take our guns away because if you do the zombies will eat my family”!

It is my belief that fighting the apocalypse would only create more stress in my life.  The world would never rebound from such a thing anyway, so giving in seems appropriate.

Dang.  Now I am speaking of zombie apocalypses like one could really happen.

What is happening to the world!?!?!  Maybe the apocalypse has already happened…

Retraction: I was incorrect!


Yesterday, in my blissful, and enamoring writing referencing my love of foul language, I mistakenly said that it is not acceptable for children to swear until the age of 16.


My sincerest of apologies.  The truth was graciously pointed out to me by a fellow foul language aficionado.  

Children should begin swearing at the age of 13.  Welcome to the real world little assholes/bitches.  

Thank you for showing me the error of my ways. 

#*&#*^#&$# I love to swear!


Moment of truth:  I have a filthy mouth.  Obscene language brings me joy.  I enjoy expressively illustrating my thoughts through what I have termed, “artful language”.  Foul language?  No way!  Let’s not call it that anymore.

I have recently, and fully, developed a deep and unfortunate love for foul language.  I am a Christian.  I believe in the death, resurrection, and sanctity of Jesus.  There a few things that I greatly disagree with the church over.  The first of things being the spirit of hate that they allow to wave through their believers.  Jesus never preached hate.  He never preached bigotry.  He never told us to reject anyone that we feel is different.  My next blog will be on my thoughts of homosexuality, the church, and failed opportunity to love.  

My second disagreement is that swearing is a sin.  Jesus used “strong language” when he flipped the tables over at the temple.  Any words used to hurt someone else is a sin.  Saying fuck, or shit, or ass, or bitch, why are those sins?  I have also noticed since I moved back to New York from Indiana that swearing is far more acceptable and tolerated in the workplace, in church, and basically everywhere.  Hello liberation. STFU philistines.  

My third goes along with no drinking, gambling, dancing, etc.  Anything that separates you from God is a sin.  The aforementioned things, when done responsibly, and maturely, are not sins.  Get over yourself judgey people.  

FYI:  I always fully believe the crap I say, so basically I am right.  Although I am not afraid to admit when I am wrong.  I am a confusing person, but both of those statements are 100% true.  

Back to my delightful love of swear words….

There is a time and a place for their use, but when I have the opportunity to just relax and be me, my artistic linguistic expressions will fly.  Let them soar I say to myself. I do refrain from their usage in front of children.  It seems that their use is not widely accepted in people below 16.  I will respect the world’s policy on this front. 

Mostly I suck, and it is improper to be near me.  Good luck friends! Muahhhh ha ha haaaaa.