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GLASS

04/13/2012 17:15:00

GLASS

Broken shards of glass completely obliterated like in a war of ice that was smashed from the heavens of destruction. Lying there in the way of everyone's path. Creating danger for all those approaching.

There is no other way around. It lays like a puddle of water that is too big to jump over and to vast to ignore.

Everyone sees it. They are afraid of getting hurt. They hesitate to walk over them.

Blue, green, aqua, seafoam, cobalt reflections and refractions that blind the eye with the glare of a sun to hot to let up. Beaming laser beams of crippling light. You can't look away and you can't bear to look. It is beautiful and instantaneously uncomfortable.

There are too many shapes. A mirgae of differences that can never be put back together. Everyone's instinct is to put it back together. They are afraid of cutting deeply and never being able to stop bleeding. Too many sharp edges that can sever and surgically scar them for life with the slightest sliver.

Did something bad happen?

The others will walk over the glass eventually unharmed. Hearing every crunch of every step. Dismissing the danger and all the possibilities of harm.

I can't bare to walk.

I KNOW I DON'T KNOW

04/11/2012 21:09:00

I KNOW I DONT KNOW.

I know I don't know anything.

I know that I don't know what I knew or what I thought I knew.

I know that knowing something isn't knowing it at all.

I know I don't know anyone or anything about anyone else.

I know no one will ever know me.

I know I don't know me.

I know that that she wants to know me and he never will.

I know that they think they know and don't want to.

I know that she will always try to know the things I know.

I know that knowing isn't everything.

I know to know is impossible.

I know that there are stories that never get told and therefore never known.

I know history is written by those who don't know it.

I know that history will never be known.

I know that money is run only by those who think they know it.

I know that money will only pretend to know me to control me.

I know that it is all a theory that can never be proven or actually known.

I know there is nothing that is thought to be known that will ever truly be known in its truth.

I know that everyone is pretending to know.

I know that we never knew.

I know that we will always try.

I know I don't know.

I know I will never know.

I know nothing.

I know there is nothing to know.

I know I don't know. r post here.

The Truth, the truth....I don't even know what the truth is anymore.

04/09/2012 02:51:00

A Story to Tell the Nation:

Well here it is. A blog. As most of my friends know, I can never shut up and seem to not know when to stop talking about things that shouldn't be talked about. Its a little thing we call "Telling a story to the nation." It seems that when I get on my high horse, I always seem to have a story to tell the nation, which should prove to be a sometimes dangerous, threatening and revealing blog. Many of my thoughts will revolve around truth, the lack of truth, the pursuit of truth, and nothing to do with the truth so help me God. I don't even think anyone could truly say that they are truthful due to the fact that society has built up a construct of social norms allowing people to respectfully lie and not speak the truth. For instance, "if you can't say something nice; then don't say anything at all." Deep rooted deception and lies. The infrastructure of our morality is lost in these so called civilized procedures. I hope to deconstruct and release some of them since they are killing me inside. "The truth, the truth. I don't even know what the truth is anymore." -Sophies Choice

I was raised by an earnest and forthright Norwegian Farmboy and a gregarious, intellectual Sounther lady. Together they raised the perfect passive agressive son who could play all fields, but at times was better at putting his foot in his mouth than graciously soothing the unexpected awkward observations and commentaries. I became kind in order to surpress the actual thoughts and ideas I wanted to convey. People assumed I was nice, but I was just lost. I had so many secrets and was afraid of letting them out. I still am. You see the most dangerous parts of secrets aren't the secrets. It is the act of keeping them quiet. The truth is always something that can be handled and dealt with. The act of keeping it in and the sacrificing of your instinctive self is something you never get back. Holding the secrets, becoming the gate keeper to the unknown creates a person that is always outside. Always looking in, and never participating no matter how hard they try. I assume eveeryone feels this way, but many are farther away from the outside window than we know. My secrets are deep and will forever remain that way. It is too hard right now to release their power and pain.

Since my life is pent up thoughts without enough opportunities to speak, this will be my attempt to write my thoughts, put in pros and develop ideas. It will take quite a bit to keep me from ranting, but I will try to make it funny and interesting for all those who are gluttens enough to read.