09/28/04
Busy. Busy. Busier. Working like a rat, trying to find food, in a cage, surrounded by glue. One wrong step, and we are stuck, to the glue. Stuck for good. With no return. No end in site, no nothing. Not a drop in a hat, or a tat in a dat. Just nothing, working like a slave.

09/24/04
Today I saw 4 dead Raccoons on the way to work. It was definitely an interesting morning.

09/23/04
I’m really not sure if God exists. I know that we as humans are more than most people realize, that we have a spiritual nature and are beings of both a physical and ethereal nature, but this does not mean that there is a God/Creator. If there is a God, why would he bother creating anything? What would be the point? To cure his/her boredom? I mean, if you were an infinite being of no beginning or no end, why would you even care if there was anything that worshipped you, and why (like in the bible) would you care if your created beings worshipped another entity and called it God? If this infinite creator created everything, would not the objects of worship not also be a part of God? If there is an infinite creator God, I am sure he is wrongly depicted in the bible. Anyway, back to what I originally wanted to talk about. I have come to the conclusion that there is more than likely, though definitely possibly, a God/Creator. Therefore, there is only power. Power of species. Each species having its own special mental power based on their intelligence. Not just normal intelligence, but including spiritual intelligence. And this spiritual intelligence varies with-in the species also. But it varies in its dormancy. It is available for all creatures to use. Perhaps this is how trees communicate. Their spiritual intelligence allows them to communicate through the wind. Or something. Anyway, enough of this rambling. It really makes much more sense inside of my head, so I will just leave the rest of it there.

09/21/04
Super-Sized cheeseburgers. Super-Sized Fries. Super-Sized Drinks. Super-Sized world.

09/16/04
Water drizzling into puddles. How cool it is to watch, the splashes: rising up, falling down, over and over again. It will rain forever, I wonder how long we will be around to watch it?

09/14/04
Blindness, wouldn’t that suck. To have never been able to see. To never have seen the expressions of all the angry people around. To never really know what is in style, to never really know what people are like. People tend to treat blind people differently, nicely, with a feeling of empathy. What for? They can sense this, I am sure, but they never get to sense the true emotions of humanity. They live in the shadows of darkness.

09/10/04
There was something crafty I was thinking of to write today, but I have since, after a very busy day, forgotten what that craftiness was all about. Oh well. I think it had to do with snakes, or something. So just imagine it, if you are reading this, whomever you are…you poor bored soul.

09/09/04
A drizzle of rain upon my head, a thumping of dread in the distance. The marchers come, with their swords, flags, and drums. I stand alone, awaiting the onslaught. A fighter of justice, I will take them all, stringing their bodiless heads together with their intestines, draping them from the old Oak Trees.

09/08/04
Tired: head throbbing, arms cramping, brain failing. Water drinking, food eating, work completing. More work, more food, more water. Pass the sugar please.

09/07/04
Um, camping…Mountains…Fire…Fire…Fire… I’m betting that if camping were illegal there would be a revolution to destroy the government that made it so. But since it’s not illegal, we get to enjoy the cold wet water as it falls through the cracks of our tents onto our sleeping bags. Damn tent makers.

09/03/04
Bears: eating fish, running, chasing butterflies. They love to live, live to love. It reminds me how much like animals we are. A bug, crawling around the ground, an interesting bug…spotted by a curious animal: a human animal. The human animal gets a stick, and picks up the bug with it. Curiosity, like in the cat, is an instinct. An animal instinct. We are animals. Human Animals. Our ability to write and blow stuff up does not make us any more or less spiritual than anything else. We all, humans, bears, ants…..have the capacity to develop our spiritual being, and just like any other species, very few humans actually do.

09/02/04
Crawling through the trees at night, a spotted lion and a spotless cheetah dance through the hazy moonlight as it pours through the branches. A water bug dances through a puddle of blood dripping through the teeth of the spotless cheetah. A tiny mosquito sticks his needle through the tough skin of the spotted lion. The time slowly fades through the infinite stretches of infinity as God smiles down lovingly through the clouds at the creatures of his timeless creations.

09/01/04
I know the answers to life sit in a book somewhere. It’s a shame that the book has never been written.

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