splashavoc

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 15:53:38 GMT

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 15:19:18 GMT

china, needs to deligate between Russia and the US
Peace needs to be made in the middle east
We need to mine out the super volcano in India
There is no other option but to risk yellow stone national park Erupting.
The math is flawless.

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 16:52:03 GMT

Kimberly

tell me a story
10:55amKevin

=J

a lonely rabbit, bounces through the meadow, and up onto a hill
10:56amKimberly

whats the rabbits name
10:57amKevin

he meets a fox, who has eyes that are green like a turtle

the rabbits name is Lemonwinks
10:59amKevin

and he says hello there fox my name is lemonwinks, whats urs?!

and the fox say, hello there lemonwinks, my name is samantha!

the wind starts to billow a bit, and they both scamper to the brush line
11:01amKimberly

wow
11:01amKevin

lemonwinks ears all flopping as he hops and hops
11:02amKevin

and samanthas ears perked up, to ear all around
11:05amKevin

they get to the brush line, and samantha invite llemonwinks to a nice place that she knows, with sunshine and shade, and a spring and even a waterfall
11:06amKevin

when they get there, there are two turtles who are arguing very slowly,
11:08amKevin

but when the rabbit, lemonwinks, and ms. fox samantha prance up to the pond, the two turtles welcome them very slowly, and with big smiles
11:16amKevin

lemonwinks with his fluffy ears and samantha with her bushy tail, have fun splashing in the water and diving off the waterfall, saying weeeeeee, and bonzai!!!!

and the turtles stop arguing and just laugh and laugh
11:23amKevin

they meet a great big cat fish, with big silly wiskers
11:24amKimberly

your awesome
11:24amKevin

XP

teehee

i try
11:25amKimberly

you do

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 15:19:40 GMT

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 10:45:51 GMT

yummy pillows

Tue, 01 Dec 2009 17:32:43 GMT

some of the best sleep i've gotten in a while. i'de smoked a pack of marboroll lights at the old crow concert (sober), and had a blinding migrain last night. explosions in the sky station on pandora radio is very nice to wake up to, and i'm still in bed wrapped in several blankets cause the fires prolly out and my door is shut anyhow, and its deffinitely going on winter o'clock. i decided last night that clocks are the worst, and so is money. on the contrary, butterflys and mountainous views are entirely good. my grammar is toast. lol.

memory: exploring a waterfall in the middle of the night with all sorts of theater lights shining wonderful colors throughout, some several years ago. the waterfall. the 10thousand stairs, all the colors, the subtle and artistic blend of nature and technology, the west, night time in the mountains. its a moment like that, that drives me on.

This film is an instant classic.

Tue, 01 Dec 2009 00:47:29 GMT

assertive women are sexy

Mon, 30 Nov 2009 08:27:02 GMT

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So I'm writing for a friend from bangladesh who has started up a nice organization about saving lives and helping the needy back in her home country. Still doing research, and its difficult even to begin with it.

Also, I'm really interested in how building homes vs creating jobs works out in communities. I mean you can build a billion infinity fucking homes, but if you don't creat stores like, linen's and things, movie stores, hair cutteries, pawn shops, video game stores, cd stores, pizza shops, grocery stores, agricultural jobs, gas station jobs, factory jobs, without any of that... you have a floundering community. Its all about creating jobs that pay. key word. PAY.

I have a pretty fantastic vision of people growing weed, and hemp n shit. And like, algae for alternative fuels, and getting paid mad bank for it. That would be nice.

Did you know in italy you can start out sweeping floors, but if you stick around, you can retire with enough money to support a family, at a bakery making croisants?!!!?! Hell, in holly wood, you can fuck on camera for a living, and in the far east, you can fuck, not on camera, but fuck all the time as a job. Now, not everyone loves their jobs. But some people do! Like Jenna Haze and Sasha Grey... Looks like Peter North has retired, but Ron Jeremy is making a come back LOL.
And if retail or cooking isn't your bag, there should be plenty of other jobs out there. House keeping, story telling to kids, basic programing for web sites, survey taking, all sorts of public support just like pluming, electrical, tree trimming, carpentry, roofing, car working, painting, all that stuff. Fucking bike building guys at teh air pump.

The major issue these days is the monitary system. MONEY!!!! is the worst ever. There needs to be a sort of credit system... Something like, rations cross refrenced with nutritional charts from a doctor, to determine how much food you should get, thru like, a coupon system or from an over all credit number, so that you're not limited in just this much food or this much clothes. you could spend les son clothes, and so more on food, and then theres should be all sorts of branches that this credit system works in. IE

food
clothing
furnishings
entertainment
transportation
with seperate credit accounts that collect for health, and for social benifits, that could, be spent on vacations or all in a night at some bar...
too much law would ruin it, give people room to be a failure, and punish them through community service or like.... flogging. yea, i believe in flogging as punishment. i don't care who you are, at what age, or how hard. getting flogged proper would always suck to a level you never wanted it to happen again ever. NO ONE, in any pain fetish, could possibly enjoy a splintered bambo stick lacerating their flesh over and over again with the force of a fastball.

Law however.....///////
this I will have to meditate on for quite a while.

the water

Sun, 29 Nov 2009 21:29:38 GMT

icaris flew too close to the ground again
forgot about the hydra who never left the down, got ripped in half the wagon exploded
for crowns to split up and divy amongst the town, the city, glisten' gritty through the shitty knitting of a one legged man. hobblin' to the drum of a pan i been drippin' egg's into since.
both cent's commanded my eyes tp disguise, everything I loved to the gutter,
close the shutter, ever since the surfin's been double dips and bad bulls.
with the whirl winds that whip my hair doo to snips,
both chips, no ship to sink and sing along with
straight down to the bottom
the cielings moldy sure, we can slouch back and flip caps and bur
by the fire, higher than a dozen doves hoverin' by the ropes I've tied at the top of the ladder
with surgical precision, no ones listenin in, i'm out, like a bat in the dark.
spark the kettle of corn and become the shark.
soon, star fishes call for the sea horses charge
mermains swarm on boogie boards with blow darts
and our main man icaris, is found in part by the beach
while I sleep I dream of the lady in red,
when I sleep, I'm not as dead as I could get while I'm awake
when I sleep, I'm up all hours of the night, who am I kidding
when I sleep, its all sky and wide oceans. mind numbing potions and scents of caramel ttruffles
when I sleep, theres no trouble. I'm planted somewhere facing away from the sun
when I sleep, I telescope my love gun
when I sleep. She hugs my lovely with the lips I can't take my eyes off of when I finally wake
when I sleep.

Sun, 29 Nov 2009 19:45:32 GMT

retro spect pisses me off more than anything. coulda shoulda woulda didn't at all, maybe next time with someone else even better.
its that predisposition to, It will not get any better, that permits me to fuck myself over, time and time again.
Sometimes I just want to break away from the apparent cycle and expirience something that is so brand new and spectacular, that de ja vu, and retro spect, just goes right out the window.
more often than not, I find myself looking at the stars, as the view is more fulfilling than the conversation of judgements that we apparently thirst for.... I have more thirst to just spontaneously start making out and start an orgy, than nit pick the flaws of why we won't be having eachothers babys. Its called birth control fuck head. Sure, theres a realistic line to who we want and don't want to be intamate with, but more often than not, I find that line to be clearly deffinable... I guess its a matter of having some sort of interation that is "stimulating" via conversation?
Quitting ciggarrets has me constantly, and endlessly pacing the kitchen with the seriouse munchies.
I'm becoming way to content with masterbation, even for my own liking. I guess its just like, normal people piss me off, bug me out, and generally just suck at living liberaly.... Rules suck. I hate rules so bad.

Sun, 29 Nov 2009 10:27:45 GMT

my skin produces more oil than all the countries of the middle east combined. I guess thats why the govt. is after me.

cinema

Sat, 28 Nov 2009 03:15:24 GMT

Fri, 27 Nov 2009 03:46:56 GMT

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 05:59:45 GMT

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 05:20:59 GMT

in the name of all that is holy, stop killing each other
what are the true colors
of the banner you sleep under
smear the sky
paint with blood
open your skull to the road
and sip from the sweet river
the fountain of youth
high throne
reathed in gold
strike down
hold on to your might
no on loves to lose
theres snakes in the grass
the whole way home
you better get used to it
I'll paddle my way
back to shore, back to the beach
and let my body sink
for the winds to sweep away
take me away
take me away
you'll have to take me away

inspiration

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 18:34:48 GMT

the single life and gravity maping

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 02:31:04 GMT

I should firstly say that Sir. Issacc Newton is one of my all time favorite historic persons, standing along side such leaders as George Washington, Woodrol Wilson, Albert Einstein, Franklin Roosevelt, and Lucille Ball.

I have spent many long hours mauling over the logistical nature of time and energy, light and the fabric of mass and matter. In church it is referred to as, the divine light or, the heavenly light. To cross that plain, empty and hollow, devoid of existance, and ignoring the very firey essence that beats our hearts and flows through our cortex's in fluxing highways of chemical and electrical energy that comprise the moments that we are so blessed and fortunate to have the expirience of participating in. Many moments as these, I personally have passed up, shunned, left in the dust, and turned my back on, for reasons of suspicion, fear, neglect, pride, all 7 sins, and shere stubborness. Moments in wich the blessings of goodtimes could have been reaped in fool, left to grow and fester in putrid neglect, only to be found later as a harvest to feast apon, and grow from, into the new year... Karma, as it were, has reared its head, and I am to look into its eyes, and see an ugly fate. For all the manners, the well to do's, the hand shakes and smiles, the good intentions and cheerful adittudes accumilated, they don't measure up to the weight of important and oppertune moments, left to wither. And so I feel in my heart, this withering. This, last pedal to fall, still sucking on the venomous river that I have been found planted near...

Alas, the major point is.
If the meaning of life is to grown, and evolve, because of the "gravital" or "frictional" struggle between two polars, then what is the human race to do, once world peace is achieved? This brings to the table, is world peace achievable? Do humans, in this day and age, hold the capacity for tenderness and love in their hearts, the emotional strength, to support a non-violent existance. To this I know, in my heart of hearts, that reality is not so forgiving. Just as my own karma is not so forgiving.

Russia.... Should have been whipped off the map, and declared an enemy, after ww2. If Hitler was the anti-christ, then Stalin was damian, his son.... Or brother for that matter... The cold war... Whats was achieved in that time period? Vietnam!? The Hippy era should have been the tide that turned it all. At woodstock, there was a congregation of 10,000 people, and not a single fight broke out, throughout the entire festival. A festival that nearly meant the starvation of hundreds, had the town that rejected the fest in the first place, not banned together to help, and make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches by the thousands for these peace loving musical types... It just goes to show, that peace is possible. Its examples like these that give me the glimmer of hope that shines like a star in my eyes, when thinking about the future. And its times like these, where the interweb and communications, can link the entire planet in the strive for entertainment, when a movement toward global peace should be within our grasp.

Alas however, the entire planet is NOT on the some wave length, nor the same page. Infact, some of the planet is in an entirely outdated book. Tribal cultures. As beautiful, and... quaint as these minor societies may be, their customs are of no more use to this world as are the customs Meer Cats. Though it must be taken into account, the ecological significance, of all live on earth, for its in the unified tug of war battle that we all face together, with life and death, that has bonded us, in various undertoes of support structures.

The last vestage of hope rested within the pen as ink, in the fervent hand of JFK, when he decided, on national television, that America would use its technilogical and scientific might, not to wage war, but to explore the depths of space... Broadening boarders in a civilized way, for the first time, possibly since the Louisiana Purchase. However, as was clearly prevelent then, men of "god" saw these efforts, to take steps foward and away from the familiar past, rittled with the graves of war and stacked with the blood of innocents, perhaps in a need to conquest toward evolution. Well god, you may yet have won your game of evolution. Even though we as humans have it within our grasp to snatch the literal fountain of youth, right from the ground beneath our feet.

From artificial cells, to clone cells, we have the knowledge neccesary to step outside the boundaries of god related mathmatics, and take the wheel in our own hands. If only our governements would trust us in this persuit of happyness, instead of, striking us down and pinning us to the floor of misery, and further insinuating the cycle of violence and destruction.... "the destruction of my enemy, is a glorious victory for me." Well brothers and sisters, let the enemy show his true face, when he spills forth in fire and stone, bursting with the force of 40 mega tons of atom bombs. Let the defeat we fear, show its ugly face in the fears of tribal nations, and at the tips of their fingers, in the form of nuclear weapons. Forgive them father, they know not what they do. MLK had a dream, that we could live together in harmony, side by side, and achieve wonderful splendor... MLK, had a dream, that liberty and peace was mans true calling.

The earth, in its volatility, offers us all we need. Waters to drink, food to harvest and slaughter, stone and wood to build our homes, and the energys to pwer and heat them. As a mathamatician or scientist (of wich I have the authority to claim neither title), I should think that infinite supplies of heat energy, could be harvested from the molten, super heated cor of our planet, and/or, the less volitile layers that are more, feesably within our reach. The problem becomes one of physics, chemestry, biology, and engineering. How to boar into the planet, into these magma chambers, with a device, that can withstand the heat, and transfer the energy to a transitional source, without adding pressure via steam, from oceans or rivers, or... how to regulate the current pressure, so as to prevent instability and therefore an eruption, of tremendous magnitude... With yellow stone national park so close to erupttion, I would think it essential to attemp the drainage of these such magma chambers, as quick as time would allow.

Truely, When Kennedy set out to launch us into space, we should have spent the next 30 years, furthering that endeavor, instead of squabbling at home, we should have been putting ordinary people in space as soon as possible, made it the next big thing, the new smash hit, the new must do and must expierience. Instead we spent it gridlocked in cold war and spreading aids throughout the jungles of africa in attempts to sufficate the screaming vain of tribal ancestery right where it stood, stupified and blinded in all of our wrath, to the point we forgot abou airplanes and the shere importance of sex in our daily routene. did the 60's teach us nothing? And so, noahs ark is not created, we do not have a biodome on mars already, filled with essential cows, and pigs, and goats, and various plants, and organisms such as bee's and butterflies, no. We have instead, a neighborhood to fear traversing, because some asshole is more concerned with being akin to a wolf, than his to stepping into the shoes of a human. America calls it the war on terror. I call it world war 3. The war to end all wars. The outcome is not written in stone, though the end of man, has the upper hand right now.

That being said, I wonder where my soul will go when I pass on. I believe that it will be trapped within our solar system, let alone our galaxy... Perhaps some sort of short lived ameba on a moon of saturn? Will it be able to escape the gravity of my own planet? perhaps it will sink into the furious flame that comprises our earths core. Perhaps with my death, I will join the souls of enlightnement, and move passed this solarsystem, and expirience a new galaxy, though I feel as if there is still a plethra of knowledge from my own solar system and galaxy, that I have yet to learn, and so, am still planted within its bussom.

The gravity of jupiter... Imagine it as a giant wheel, spining fast, an now imagine a conveyer belt, wrapped around it, and ourselves. now imagine another conveyer belt that runs from us, to the sun, with all the planets inbetween that apply. harmony... the big idea with moving to mars would be, its a different spot on the convey belt, and so life would change. we would indeed evolve. the lack of gravity leaving our bodys less stressed by natural force, the accomidation of oxygen for air, stimulating brain activity, allowing us greater immune systems and more complex thought processes, utalizing more of the brain at once... one step closer to jupiter, the second sun of our solar system, highly active in its gravitational influence, AND so close to our new home, i truely think, evolution will blossum and spring there, in a way that is literaly impossible here on earth. In the millions of years into the future, if jupiter hasn't sparked into a second sun, and our own as grown in size until its swallowed up mercury and venus, perhaps neptune would be th enext hospitable planet? Its ice melting into vast oceans, as on earth. I wonder what its core is like.

I deffinantly wish the probe we sent out with the beatles tapes and prints of gold, would have been crashed into neptune, and not sent for limbo outside our solar system. Talk about a fate sealer. How about I put my soul in a box and ship it out to NOWHERE AT ALL, and just hope someone finds it in a million billion years.... not smooth at all. Deffinantly should have consulted tribal shaman on that one.

I should like to come back as a woman, and expirience the whirl wind of emotions that perplexes me so, and have the fun I could with a smooth and soft pussy, instead of my crude petruding cock and balls, all hairy and exceessive... The sensation of humping like, just my chair, has great appeal. Not to mention the general nature of soft, smooth flesh, that man simply doesn't have... maybe like, my neck, but not really haha.

I'm so glad I got all that off my chest, and yet its just the tip of the iceberg... But hey, thats what these journals are for. I just hope somehow the world becomes more aware somehow of this. All I can do is try my hardest to contribute to these efforts of salvation... thats all I can do.

Sat, 21 Nov 2009 10:05:27 GMT

Writer's Block: Last supper

Sat, 21 Nov 2009 03:29:21 GMT

If you had one night left to live, what would you do? Would you prefer to spend your final night with a loved one or alone? What would you choose for your last meal?

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I'de wanna go to a strip club and fuck every stripper there on stage, then drink way too much whiskey and beat the shit out of my father. I'de also wanna fly to england and see my friends out there, which would probably take most of the day, and swap spit and shoot the shit with them. I'de wanna take my sisters dog maple for a walk, and eat steak and cup cakes.

ilulia

Sun, 15 Nov 2009 08:15:26 GMT

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Thu, 12 Nov 2009 16:43:48 GMT

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 07:08:41 GMT

finally got lost in some research about russia and serbia. its interesting how the peoples of the world spread, from west to east, and its even more interesting that north america seems to have been one of the last vestiges for civilized super powers to emerge. I read that the high for serbia, being 77% of russias whole, though only acounting for 25% of its population, was n't even above 70 degrees.And one of its towns, is the worlds coldest, with lows of -100F. Unreal to think. Plus, they are worried about methane gasses, spewing for from caverns and water systems, and glacier + tundra melting off... If it wasn't already so costly to extra t oil from such a lpace, i'ede say harnest the methane for energy, like they do in sweden.
So tire, going to sleep well tinight.

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 10:14:05 GMT

I was checking out the monorail system earlier, and its pretty rad how there are sectrions of track that become ignited, or active, only for periods of acceleration... I thought this was so stellar. I mean, imagine the ammount of electricity they save in comparison to the US, who has miles and miles of cable, that runs hot at like, a fuck ton of volts.I swear, sometimes it seems like Asia gets all the goodies. I mean, the power they save could go to like, water treatment facilities, save on power plant power... And yet the US has employed, maybe one of these similar systems, I mean, the locomotive businiss aint neccessarily my bread n' butter, but I'de like to see a bit more community consciousness out of these beuricrats and politicians, in my home of the USA.

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 04:15:15 GMT