The Sock-Monkey As Alone

All we try to do is connect. The desire of having our survival-ism validated is a powerful urge for anyone over thirteen. But to confuse the self inflicted violence that validation encourages through our efforts to have value independent of what god gave us seems to me to be the primary source of evil. whether your religious or not, this behavior leads to serving the devil, or at least mammon. Whether you take what I say as a literal fundamentalist christian ranting or as a confused pantheist struggling with language so he can reach in the dark is irrelevant. All that matters, is that there are consequences and we do feel them. But we are trapped in a world of living symbols. Ideas that have lasted longer then our species will be allowed. Ideas that cut through the soul and leave us naked in our sin. who am I to argue with the truth, when every day I become more and more predictable and life seems to me as redundant as my sin. So we wait, as the cards come down and o...

What is spirituality? Being spiritual is the pursuit of what is sacred. What’s sacred is what’s holy. What’s holy is what sanctified what s sanctified is what matters to god. Let me start this off by saying you can’t expect me to speak for god. All I know is what I have learned through trial and error to understand my place in the little corner of my universe I call my home. Were only going to use my personal experience because it’s practical. Your not writing this I am. I’ve known success and I have known failure but when we go to sleep at night that’s enough so why should death be any different emptiness is form, form is substance and freewill tells us what we are made of. We are all guilty before gods holy law. No matter what we do our works can’t save us. It only through grace that we are saved. So why should we try to keep the law? Because we have nothing better to do, Or because the commandments are the only guideline we have to what the skillful behavior of this life is. Zen has...

I like to keep my foot in my mouth so I know where it is/v\/ I wake up and see a red light burning like embers through my blanket, I raise myself out of bed and see a humanoid neon fire staring at me with a toothless jack o’ lantern grin. I'm not scared, I'm not nervous, I go back to sleep./v\/ A teenage girl in gods country opens a door and asked me while I was staring at a “cool” Volkswagen. "what are you looking for?" I glared at the ground and grinding my teeth at my own lust and said "I don’t know?" she a little weirder for the thought said "alright." with a painful emphasis on each syllable./v\/ the door slammed shut, I heard two footsteps and she was gone. sitting inside of the car looking at the cartoon voodoo doll key chain thinking how easy it would be just to drive off with it, but thinking better of it. I was already down the road when a man yelled at 'me “what are you doing here” obviously annoyed and passed his patience with ...

"Who can make the muddy water clear?  Let it be still, and it will gradually become clear." "I do not know whose son it is.  It might appear to have been before God." - the tao te' ching Boredom is both the father of greatness and devilish cartoon vilanny, bordom is the state man flow in and out of all there lives, yup, there is a vast ocean of bordom and only rarely do we find a island a sactuary from the strung out bordome that haunts and stalks in a peristent desire to drive to the void our exsistance crawled out of to prematurely return us to the void that again swallows all things. palm tree's and cocunuts, in a lawn chair staring out at that inevitble bordome, saying "haha you sumbitch you thought you had me, but only the boring are bored, and this here sanctity will not be tarneshed by you." but a state of being unboring is some form of nirvana, enlightenment us normal mortals envy on our islands staring off into to the dark clouds reflec...

                                                                                                                             "I don't have much time for sympathy, cause it never happened to me."                                                                                                                         -unwritten law               ...

    "Your a tall white man with a shit load of swagger." -  Rachel Brooks      Pegasi 51 are the best British 77 style punk band except for the sex pistols and they just so happen to be from the bible belt (my home town technically). Now irony is a funny thing, she can set the mood or under mine authority and this particular irony is about as ambiguous as Sasha Pain's ass, which is to say it's a good one. They are the Damned as God intended, they are Television with testosterone issues and they have too much fucking integrity, which is to say they are too congruent with a reality that is no longer reality, they are the best at what they do and no one gives a fuck...almost no one.      Let's go back in time together, it's Halloween last year, I'm wearing pajama pants, it isn't a costume. Drunk college kids are makin' a damn fool of they self while I'm trying too pretend like I'm not happier being fucked up then playing n...

  " They say that I have no hits and that I'm difficult to work with. And they say that like it's a bad thing ." - Tom Waits.       It's only six, but it has already been a long day, the dirty streets and bad air let me know I'm in Knoxville, they let me know that I am home. I'm squatting down outside the entrance to the Pilot Light (a darling little club owned by a man named Jason Boardman, who runs the place out of his own pocket, a darling little man who won't hesitate to say he loses money every year just too keep the doors open. The pilot light is a Charity, the doors are open for no other reason then some strange desire too share a wealth of music with a few people, who may appreciate for a moment there is more to life then shit jobs and bills.) I'm smoking a cigarette I just rolled, while some middle class bohemian is walking by, he is walking his dog and the dog does not like me. His two daughters are wandering the streets just in si...