Get Burned

Life as we know it is not known
And your flame clouds your own future
Nothing can be had but the past
We are vessels of the present

The tips of the flame speak a foreign tongue
And hide what is to be with a still mouth
But you’re choosing which way you choose to lead
You choose which to regret and which to have

You are the fuel to your own flame
The longer you wait to jump through it
The thicker it will become for you
Then you jump and meet only more heat

Do not stop before you leap
You will only lose more hope
Use whatever you have learned
Lose sanity, get burned

Mecha Land

Welcome to a land before love

Where peace is governed by mechanical doves

Care to share your experiences

In a world where fate is a series of circuits

Clank your feet on up here

Because I want you to hear

That the beat of my heart is no longer a beep

And these words that I bare aren’t mine to keep

And can you feel your flesh seeping

From your mechanical arm

As your outstretched arm creeps onto me

And your cold body finally feels warm

With all those wrenching joints

Are blanketted as we join

We feel therefore we live

I fear the land where death

Is the loss of energy in our last breath

The ones who control our lives

Are lawyers with mouthfuls of knives

Don’t you want to be free?

From oil-filled lives and run away with me

Grease up your rythmic tempo

So we can give up the beat and go with the flow

Clank your feet on up here

Because I want you to hear

That the beat of my heart is no longer a beep

And these words that I bare aren’t mine to keep

And can you feel your flesh seeping

From your mechanical arm

As your outstretched arm creeps onto me

And your cold body finally feels warm

With all those wrenching joints

Are blanketted as we join

We feel therefore we live

Do you believe

That one day we can feel

That one day we can hate

That one day we can love

That one day we can stop

And see what we’ve been missing

All this time?

Do you believe in living?

Can you feel your flesh seeping

From your mechanical arm

As your outstretched arm creeps onto me

And your cold body finally feels warm

With all those wrenching joints

Are blanketted as we join

We feel therefore we live

The Legend of the Waves

Back when the world began, life was simple for ignorant and intelligent beings alike. All minds went on with life with primitive and natural instincts, and with the most important instinct, for this legend, love. All minds share a distinctive bond with another of their kind. Back when the world was starting, this bond was the drive that kept all alive and in death, this bond leads a being’s soul to where it should be, beside the one it loves.

Once the being’s body fails, it becomes free of its mortal bonds and travels with only the bond to guide them. All of us have this notion that whenever we feel a chill wind a spirit had just passed us. This is true. A spirit drags with it the very little connection with this world it has, so as the soul moves, the elements around it move as well. But there is less wind underwater, so as the being’s soul travels underwater the water moves with it as well.

This explains a great deal of things that happen underwater. Like the waves, these are the result of beings’ souls arriving at a distant land on their way to finding the one they love. Ever notice how waves crash against the surface at some places? This is because souls need to be fast if they wanted to climb up a steep cliff, or because some souls are just too excited to be finally arriving at land. This also explains why it is always cold at the beach. Moving on, this legend also explains the undertow. Contrary to other beliefs, souls can’t fly. On second thought, birds’ souls can fly, so to explain, souls have only the natural abilities that their former bodies had, so a fish’s soul can swim, a bird’s can fly and a horse’s can gallop. So the undertow is the motion of the beings of the land traveling underwater.

There a lot more that you can get out of this legend that I dare not explain. There is much fun to be had from discovering how certain things seem real enough to believe in. So, look at this legend as if it were a basis for your imagination.

Now on to the story of the tidal waves, this story starts off no longer than a hundred years after the earth was born, when fate was young and foolish. He attempted to conduct an experiment of creating a one sided love on a giant lion. The giant lion loved another in a distant land not knowing that that giant lion loved a different one. Once the life of the former passed, he set out on his journey to find his love. Upon arrival, he notices that his love was with another. He was heartbroken, and his soul could not pass onto heaven. He wandered the earth alone and restless. It was not for couple of years that he decided to return to the sea and stay there and weep alone for all eternity.

But his sanity was lost and he returned to his most basic of instincts, to hunt. Although his senses were dulled underwater, he found different ways to catch his prey. Many bonds were destroyed by this giant lion, so many souls wander alone in this world, ever looking for the soul that is now inexistent.

This is how the tidal waves are born. When the giant lion pounces onward for the hunt, he causes many of the souls of animals to stampede towards the land, knowing that the giant lion would never step foot on soil again. The thousands of wandering souls rush for the sanctity of land causing a great wave of destruction and death, leaving only more souls for the giant lion to hunt.

Fate now realized his great mistake and vowed to himself never to create such a destructive thing ever again.

Being Human is a Bug

Being human is a bug.

bug [buhg] noun, verb, bugged, bug⋅ging.

a defect or imperfection, as in a mechanical device, computer program, or plan; glitch

Like any other bug, it is meant to be abused.

a⋅buse [v. uh-byooz; n. uh-byoos] verb, a⋅bused, a⋅bus⋅ing, noun

to use wrongly or improperly; misuse

So have fun with it.

fun [fuhn] noun, verb, funned, fun⋅ning, adjective

something that provides mirth or amusement

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There’re things in life that people deem bad. They say that these things will kill you someday.

But isn’t that the whole point of living? To live and die? To experience?

You can say I’m addicted to nicotine. You can say I’ll someday die of lung cancer or a heart attack. All I know is that I’m alive and from what I’ve noticed, I still am. If smoking was intended to kill, then why don’t they use it in wars? Why don’t terrorists just create the best cigarette ever and ship it to the enemy? Smoking has always been my pal. I used to only smoke when I was depressed, but now, I have countless reasons to smoke. I’m hungry, I’m full, I’m bored, I’m having fun, I’m thinking too much, I wish I was using my head, my head hurts… my head doesn’t hurt, and so on. What I really like about smoking is that it stops me from thinking too much. When my brain goes a hundred miles per hour on a thought that’s utterly depressing, smoking saves me by killing brain cells, which, in that case, are killing me. On the other hand, when my brain feels a little slow, the sudden killing of brain cells may serve as a threat to the others so they’d work harder.

I don’t hate it when people tell me to stop smoking. I give them the “thanks for your concern but I’m ignoring what you just said” smile. It’s just that this is just how I do things, and a helpful habit should be kept, but that’s just my opinion. But a big thank you to all the people who said I should stop smoking.

Now, on to my point. I bet you’ve heard this thousands of times but I’ll just say it again, you only get to live once. A short life is still a life. If it was spent happily, then, good, you have lived. But if it were spent solely with obligations that aren’t even pleasing you, then what’s the point? Money? Don’t get me started with money. If fun can be bought, then there’s something really wrong with you, unless being rich or having a lot of stuff amuses you. Make do with what you have. Don’t look for more. But that is what brought us today’s technology and innovations, that’s beside the point. My opinion is that if Albert Einstein didn’t like physics then his life was meaningless. With that aside, fun is the ultimatum given to us by life because it just finds ways to bring us down at every moment. I’m not blaming life for all the depression in the world, it’s just that if you don’t do anything, you’re just going to be depressed. You have to work to have fun, although those things appear to be contradictory, you should understand my point.

My point is to go against life. If life has an ultimate goal is to bring you down, then screw life and live it the way you want to. If you want to get beaten up every single working day, then go for it. In front of that, smoking seems like a surgery. There are many things in life that don’t want to let you go forward. Screw all those things and do whatever the hell you want. Don’t let yourself be controlled by constructs. I hate it when people make reasons like “because it goes against the Church” or “it goes against my culture” or “my mom doesn’t let me do that kind of stuff”. Those things only hold you back. Don’t let yourself be controlled by something you can easily escape from.

Abuse life, be happy.

Cooper’s Most Incredible Bust

Take a pill and leave.

I’m gonna drive off to meet the only girl that could make me happy. I’m already late for my date with her and my headache is killing me. The sensation in my head reminds me all the more why I want to meet her so badly right now. A bittersweet feeling, like warm fluids rushing back and forth in my brain. Like a feeling of longing, aggravating and soothing at the same time.

It’s an hour-long drive from my house but by the rate I’m going, I’ll get there in thirty minutes. I need to tell her I’m gonna be late, oh crap! That light’s gonna be red, I can make it!

Made it.

Time to text her, “I’m gonna be late, baby, be there in about thirty minutes” while driving at around one hundred twenty kilometers per hour. It seems like suicide but it feels so good. Just the thought of her is adrenaline to me now. I feel like I’m chasing an angel, hovering in front of me, leading the way to heaven. I wish I didn’t live so far from her, oh wait, I’m already here, awesome.

“Hey, Carly, sorry I’m late.”

“It’s ok! So, where’re we going?”

“How about that place at the corner of east street?” She never liked Italian food but I love it. Oh crap! That place is near her ex’s, now I’ll never get to eat there with her.

“Oh, that Italian place?” Here it comes, “Sure!” Oh, that was surprising, this is turning out to be my best date ever!

“Alright, let’s go.”

That was some drive, it felt lightning fast, but time always runs so fast when I’m with Carly, this isn’t new to me. This is a nice place, it’s got this almost authentic Italian feel to it, I bet the food here is awesome.

Whoa, that was some fast meal, we’re already out of the restaurant and walking around? Works for me, maybe tonight I’ll finally get to kiss her.

“Carly, we have been going on like this for a while now…”

“And?”

“Well, I’ve always liked you.”

She giggles then smiles the most heavenly smile I’ve ever seen. Her lips are captivating. I want to be stuck here in this moment. She’s been smiling for awhile now.

“And I’ve always liked you.” Oh good, I thought the world stopped.

“And I was wondering…”

“Yes?” This is it.

Tilt myself toward her, wrap my left arm around her. Near my lips to her’s. Almost there… Wait! I wasn’t ready! But there it is… The kiss I have been longing for. The totality of my life’s pleasures, rolled into one rush of blood towards my head. The feeling of her lips on mine, fascinating. I never thought I would feel this good in my life. She’s releasing, so should I. Oh Carly, you’re so beautiful with that smile. It seems like you’re sitting on a throne of fireflies right now, wearing a halo of bright Christmas lights.

“Carly, I love you.” Ah! What the hell did I just say? My heart feels like it’s gonna jump out of my chest and kill itself. What did I just do?

“I love you, too.”

~~~~~

Huh? Everything’s so blurry. What happened last night? Wasn’t I with Carly?

Iron bars? Am I in jail!? Argh! My head hurts!

A cop… “Mister Cooper?”

Huh? Wait, that’s me. “Yeah?”

“We found your car idle in the middle of the road just passed an intersection.” Oh… Did you ever experience something that felt so good and you persisted it to be real? “And you failed our drug test.”