Good-byes

What is more nostalgic than saying goodbye to my own bedroom?
To my very own mom and dad and brother? 
Nostalgia...that's what I feel these days...
in my own home...looking in the eyes of the people I love...
I feel the nostalgia
A kind of amnesia
And then a cry due to an impact on the resting place of the soul
Am I awake?
...what is nostalgia made up of? time and space?

Catching up on...

Spielberg's TinTin rango

What is love?

Alfalfa

The little rascals

dystopian ageist guru

taking life of the old to allow the young to live

Memories

All the yesterdays can't make the tomorrow
All the tomorrows that never had yesterdays
All the people you lived with when you weren't there
And all the people who aren't there with you in the now
Memories

Chronicles of Riddick

No matter how long or how hard they strive, no matter how extensive their education as a species, no matter what they experience of the small heavens and larger hells they create for themselves, it seems that humans are destined to see their technological accomplishments always exceed their ability to understand themselves.

XE

Titanium Hologram

Xtreme Energy

Let the good begin

Happy first snow

Let the winter of my discontents begin

The island of Dr. Moreau

H.G. Wells.

Sinbad

The dauntless Sinbad heads to the island of Colossa, where only the egg of a giant bird can restore a pea-sized princess to normal size. The evil magician Sokurah accompanies him -- with ulterior motives to retrieve a lamp and genie he once lost. But before the group can return home, they must conquer a landscape of fantastic beasts, including a Cyclops that hungers for human flesh.

You should live long

So I can tell you a story.

yellow submarine

we all live in a yellow submarine
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we all live in a yellow submarine
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we all live in a yellow submarine
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we all live in a yellow submarine
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For you For me

Ah

Frustration

To

The

Maximum

Ah

aeon

That's what you saw in me? 

hysterical visit t o the ancient world of Mayas

Incense burner men and women with k'uh 

sea creatures are deeper than scorpions

What is left of me is not the sting, not the scorpions,but the transformational power of the seas seen through your eyes...you are beautiful baby.

Will you surrender?

Or should I?

what ifs...

What if you ask me to go away?

KNJ

KNJ123

.

I had 3 shots of tequila, and 3 beers 

And you were not here

Noush

I haven't had enough of you
Have you had enough of me

Proteus

According to Homer (Odyssey iv:412), the sandy island of Pharos situated off the coast of the Nile Delta was the home of Proteus, the oracular Old Man of the Sea and herdsman of the sea-beasts. In the Odyssey, Menelaus relates to Telemachus that he had been becalmed here on his journey home from the Trojan War. He learned from Proteus' daughter, Eidothea ("the very image of the Goddess"), that if he could capture her father he could force him to reveal which of the gods he had offended, and how he could propitiate them and return home. Proteus emerged from the sea to sleep among his colony of seals, but Menelaus was successful in holding him, though Proteus took the forms of a lion, a serpent, a leopard, a pig, even of water or a tree. Proteus then answered truthfully, further informing Menelaus that his brotherAgamemnon had been murdered on his return home, that Ajax the Lesser had been shipwrecked and killed, and that Odysseus was stranded on Calypso's Isle Ogygia.

According to Virgil in the fourth Georgic, at one time the bees of Aristaeus, son of Apollo, all died of a disease. Aristaeus went to his mother, Cyrene, for help; she told him that Proteus could tell him how to prevent another such disaster, but would do so only if compelled. Aristaeus had to seize Proteus and hold him, no matter what he would change into. Aristeus did so, and Proteus eventually gave up and told him to sacrifice 12 animals to the gods, leave the corpses in the place of sacrifice, and return three days later. When Aristaeus returned after the three days he found in one of the carcasses a swarm of bees, which he took to his apiary. The bees were never again troubled by disease.

The children of Proteus, besides Eidothea, include Polygonus and Telegonus, who both challenged Heracles and were killed, one of Heracles' many successful encounters with representatives of the pre-Olympian world order.

Pegasus

Pegasus (Greek Πήγασος/Pegasos,Latin Pegasus) is one of the best known fantastical as well as mythological creatures in Greek mythology. He is a winged divine horse, usually white in color. He was sired byPoseidon, in his role as horse-god, and foaled by the Gorgon Medusa.^[1] He was the brother of Chrysaor, born at a single birthing when his mother was decapitated by Perseus. Greco-Roman poets write about his ascent to heaven after his birth and his obeisance to Zeus, king of the gods, who instructed him to bring lightning and thunder from Olympus. Friend of the Muses, Pegasus is the creator of Hippocrene, the fountain onMt. Helicon. He was captured by the Greek hero Bellerophon near the fountain Peirene with the help of Athena and Poseidon. Pegasus allows the hero to ride him to defeat a monster, the Chimera, before realizing many other exploits. His rider, however, falls off his back trying to reach Mount Olympus. Zeus transformed him into the constellation Pegasus and placed him in the sky.

Hypotheses have been proposed regarding its relationship with the Muses, the gods Athena, Poseidon, Zeus, Apollo, and the hero Perseus.

The symbolism of Pegasus varies with time. Symbol of wisdom and especially of fame from the Middle Ages until the Renaissance, he became one symbol of the poetry and the creator of sources in which the poets come to draw inspiration, particularly in the 19th century. Pegasus is the subject of a very rich iconography, especially through the ancient Greek pottery and paintings and sculptures of the Renaissance. Personification of the water, solar myth, or shaman mount, Carl Jung and his followers have seen in Pegasus a profound symbolic esoteric in relation to the spiritual energy that allows to access to the realm of the gods on Mount Olympus.

In the 20th and 21st century, he appeared in movies, in fantasy, in video games and in role play, where by extension, the term Pegasus is often used to refer to any winged horse.

Very Bizzaro

Perseus the legendary founder of Mycenae and of the Perseid dynasty of Danaans there, was the first of the mythic heroes of Greek mythology whose exploits in defeating various archaic monsters provided the founding myths of the Twelve Olympians. Perseus was the Greek hero who killed the Gorgon Medusa, and claimed Andromeda, having rescued her from a sea monster sent by Poseidon in retribution for Queen Cassiopeia declaring herself more beautiful than the sea nymphs.

Andromeda is a princess from Greek mythology who, as divine punishment for her mother's bragging, the Boast of Cassiopeia, was chained to a rock as a sacrifice to a sea monster. She was saved from death by Perseus, her future husband. Her name is the Latinized form of the Greek Ἀνδρομέδη (Andromédē). The traditional etymology of the name is "she who has bravery in her mind" from ἀνήρ, ἀνδρός (anēr, andrós) "man" as in "soldier", and similarly ανδρεία ("bravery") combined with μήδομαι (mēdomai) "to think, to be mindful of." Alternatively it could mean "she who leads"

According to one Greek myth, Pisces represents the fish into which Aphrodite and her son Eros transformed in order to escape the monster Typhon; they are tied together with a cord on their tails, to make sure they do not lose one another. Alternatively, the twin fish were placed in the heavens in honor of their heroic deed of saving Aphrodite and Eros from Typhon on the river Euphrates. Another myth of Pisces is that it represents the Sea Monster that Perseus defeated in Ethiopia to save the Princess Andromeda, and that Zeus was so pleased with his son's feat that he placed the monster's skeleton in the sky as a reminder of this heroic deed.

warriors of my mind are all found

as of today.
you are all found.
please know that.

Slapstick Stooges

lacking the emotional depth of chaplin and the wittiness of keaton but quick laugh practitioners over the past five decades

Insistence

Days and nights and still no disaster
Why won't you let me grow? 
People may want to know

Why won't you let me go?

I am just a tiny toe 

Bukowski

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day
and the best at murder are those who preach against it

and the best at hate are those who preach love

... and the best at war finally are those who preach peace
those who preach god, need god

those who preach peace do not have peace

those who preach peace do not have love
beware the preachers

beware the knowers

beware those who are always reading books

beware those who either detest poverty

or are proud of it

beware those quick to praise

for they need praise in return

beware those who are quick to censor

they are afraid of what they do not know

beware those who seek constant crowds for

they are nothing alone

beware the average man the average woman

beware their love, their love is average

seeks average
but there is genius in their hatred

there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you

to kill anybody

not wanting solitude

not understanding solitude

they will attempt to destroy anything

that differs from their own

not being able to create art

they will not understand art

they will consider their failure as creators

only as a failure of the world

not being able to love fully

they will believe your love incomplete

and then they will hate you

and their hatred will be perfect
like a shining diamond

like a knife

like a mountain

like a tiger

like hemlock

their finest art

My new clothes...

My new clothes betrayed me
They smelled like cigarrettes and alcohol

My dearest Am

One's exit is one's entrance baby

H.B.

Never lack of a...
...
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.
..
...
suitor...

Dear son

The love you take
is
The love you make

re-in-car-nation

I was reincarnated a couple times yesternight

Suzuki

Liberal violence versus environmental violence, which one would you fight for?

Let's Let

Let politics run through your veins while philosophy is defecating out of your system. Let the history of your bones be a living proof for your chemistry. Let life be.

Appears on death column

Ralph Steinman
Steve Jobs
RIP
[It must be fall]

Festivities of October

And so I have been (not) thinking and have come to the conclusion that...in the past weeks, in a state of complete recollection of past days as if nothing new really ever matters anymore because new only means old. Gracefully yours.

Lesley Krueger's Toronto novel: The Corner Garden (2003)

‎"It is true that this country has recently become known for its writing. There are now famous authors walking these streets. I have seen one or two myself, wearing their scruffy black clothes. Yet what is writing but the most private of arts? This is a private country. A private city. What else could flourish here but writing?"

Someone once said...

'Take the first step...be unhappy'
.
.
.
I just got it today

some thought

We sometimes live in a "Curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back" kind of world

=

Miss something
I don't know what

He

A profound realization today was that he...
he...
he...
he...
I think we are all connected in profound ways we don't even realize
He...

Problem is the language

Solution is the language
But ultimately,
... stuck is stuck.
This way or that
That way or this.




[silence]

-

A series of confusion in my white brain cells take me to the verge of existential questions to the core: what the heck am I doing when I am doing this and that. And I owe the answers and the clarity that sets in my mind after months and months of contemplation to someone of my own blood. I am grateful, more clear than before, and somehow more assured that the path I have taken has made a difference in who I am and who I am becoming and who I will be more and more every day. I have no choice but accept the fact because anything less than that will require the deconstruction of my very own nerves and veins I constructed through deconstruction. Sometimes, you gotta cut it all off man...sometimes, you just gotta cut it all off.

what what what what what what what what

what's in a name?

M and M

Artists are the early warning system of a culture. - M.McLuhan

!

Boys before me
Boys between me
Boys beneath me
Boys within me
Hatch me hatch me

Hermann Hesse

"There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many people live such an unreal life. They take the images outside of them for reality and never allow the world within to assert itself."

extra pure pamplemousse

Mama loves mango, papa loves tango
Mama goes left, papa goes right
Mama goes slow, papa goes fast

Wicked games

Have you ever lost in the games you yourself once played?
Welcome to my world...where are all the meanings when you need them?

Title

Two things are in my mind...writing and painting

best 1st lines of novels...

"To be born again," sang Gibreel Farishta tumbling from the heavens, "first you have to die." - Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses (1988)




I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974. - Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex (2002)



What if this young woman, who writes such bad poems, in competition with her husband, whose poems are equally bad, should stretch her remarkably long and well-made legs out before you, so that her skirt slips up to the tops of her stockings? - Gilbert Sorrentino, Imaginative Qualities of Actual Things (1971)

1001 friends and 1001 stories

What to do on the one thousand and second night?

Augustus

A person is neither a thing or process, but an opening through which the infinite can manifest. -M. Heidegger

annihilation

‎"Art is mightier than knowledge, for it wants life, and knowledge attains as its ultimate end -only annihilation." -Nietzsche

...

I need to fall in love....again....

What does meaning mean?

Something has come over me. I can't find meanings anymore. No meaning to many things I had given many meanings to. They slip through the shifting sand of my thoughts and lose their meanings the minute they find one. What is a girl to do?

James Dean

I've been reading about you

White lie

He asked me: "how many times have you fallen in love?"
I answered: "six times"
Later I realized I had lied
.
.
A million times...

Hello out there

Good byes are never good byes
I have heard too many good byes that ended up being hellos

love

...the experience of being fully understood
...a gladiator sport

De-sens-itization

When you are overstimulated by love
messages
emails
pictures
phones
thoughts
wall posts
texts
faces
names

You will eventually puke
silence
deletion
blocks
unplugs
blades
drugs
alcohol
blood
smokes
pills

Find time to make sense, a meaning.

...

Inside my heart is breaking
My smile...
But my smile...

Love

Love when you don't love
Love when you love
Love when you hate
Love when you dislike
Love when you like
Love when you judge
Love when you don't judge
Just fucking love

...aaaaaaaaaaaah... . . .

So we are talking 2002
The world is that round

Be my mirror

I need your eyes
To look at me

=]

http://www.amazingposts.com/2007/07/lifes-biggest-problems-and-their.html

Down-pressor

Where are you going to run to?
If you run to the sea, the sea will be melting
If you run to the rocks, the rocks will be melting
Where am I going to run to?

I have no grace, only you.

naghshe mastoorio masti na be daste mano tost
aanche ostaade azal goft bekon aan kardam

Ha ha

Why do I cry
All the fucking time?

Change

Everything is changing all the time but nothing is new and nothing changes under the sun.

Amnesia

I am not sure where I lost you, why, and how. I am sure I lost you though. And now I suffer from an amnesia in which all of these years I have carried with me, passively. The reality of you, the reality of me, the reality of us, the reality of them, is only real for fraction of seconds. Everything else categorizes itself in the amnesia closet.
[ a tribute to getting real in my amnesia]

On silence

Letting go of letting go of letting go is letting go
Let it go

On silence

An appreciation of B and P brings up H in a life and ofcourse N and S and P and ...
God bless this soul.

On silence

I am accused of a perpetual search in my head.
You are convicted of nothing.

On Silence

A
A
A
A
A
A
B
C
H
L
K
R
R
S
S
T
.
.
.

On silence

Where are you? Do you remember me?
I miss you.

On silence

And I asked him:
How much are you willing to suffer?

On silence

I am going to be silent this month. Why? I am thinking of...you.
Happy June.

Informing

I am the one they would replace
Because I have no grace
Only you...

a....m....an observation...

Something that's special about an honest person is their stubbornness and vengeance



.Friday the 13th.

Pain is - not - pleasure

Don't stamp your feet on a broken heart to get love juices out of it.

Hello out there

My teachers always appear in different shapes, forms, heights, ages, and genders when I am ready. Are you ready?

Existentialism

If you understand, things are just as they are;
If you do not understand, things are just as they are.

Unity in Multiplicity

Have you ever looked at the world with several eyes and processed information with other people's brains? Have you ever lost yourself in the eyes of another? Welcome to my world.

[and is there a cure for sympathy? perhaps ignorance...and is ignorance bliss?]

Plan

May...T
June...T
July...D
August...P




And september is september

aha

Many things I know about human interactions I have learned from my two dogs, age 9 and 2.

Take a break because

The sky is not the same everywhere
The sun is not the same everywhere
The moon is not the same everywhere
The stars are not the same everywhere

Please?

Don't believe everything you think

Nietzsche's Antichrist

This speaks to me so profoundly that I have to copy and paste, dear elephil.



"

The conditions under which any one understands me, andneces s ar ily understands me--I know
them only too well. Even to endure my seriousness, my passion, he must carry intellectual
integrity to the verge of hardness. He must be accustomed to living on mountain tops--and to
looking upon the wretched gabble of politics and nationalism asbeneath him. He must have
become indifferent; he must never ask of the truth whether it brings profit to him or a fatality
to him... He must have an inclination, born of strength, for questions that no one has the
courage for; the courage for thefor bidden; predestination for the labyrinth. The experience of
seven solitudes. New ears for new music. New eyes for what is most distant. A new
conscience for truths that have hitherto remained unheard.And the will to economize in the
grand manner--to hold together his strength, his enthusiasm...Reverence for self; love of self;
absolute freedom of self.....

"

Supermoon

I've experienced the most tidal last few days that I will happily attribute to the effect of moon being too close to planet earth and me being a water sign was much more adversely affected than any other sign (air, fire, soil). I do feel the calmless of it all now and am grateful to be back to my best state. It felt as if I was accumulating all of the conversations in myself and my head was exploding to the point of no return. All I needed was some friends to explode my anger to and some poor ears to hear my shouts...thank god for friends!

Values

Freedom of thought is not free
It is infact very costly

Paradigm shift in language

I am catching myself having a different relationship with language
My ears are hearing other things in the old conversations and my words are relating other meanings in old dialogues. This has come about in not having an ear who listens to me like before. There has been changes in the dynamics of my being and I am realizing how ears affect who you are, how you talk, and what you do, as if some blindspots have been removed from my sight, filters removed from ears and mouth.

"That we should win this war and shoot nobody"

"So say I," Anselmo said. "That we should win the war."

"And afterwards shoot the anarchists and the Communists and all this _canalla_ except the good Republicans," Agustín said.

"That we should win this war and shoot nobody," Anselmo said. "That we should govern justly and that all should participate in the benefits according as they have striven for them. And that those who have fought against us should be educated to see their error."

"We will have to shoot many," Agustín said. "Many, many, many."

He thumped his closed right fist against the palm of his left hand.

"That we should shoot none. Not even the leaders. That they should be reformed by work."



For Whom the Bell Tolls, Ernest Hemingway; Chapter 23

Filter

99% of your thoughts aren't yours
99% of your thoughts aren't thoughts
They are only opinions

Exoskeleton protects Endoskeleton

There exists a linger
In the distant antsy feelings
For the webs of a spiderman

I crack myself up

When to make a woman yours?
When she is in distress

Methinks...

We are connected together at peace with the most fragile straw
Be ware

In love with a view

History should be a confession at its best

This is true

Life can be gotten at another new level.

Divisidaro

A memory that lingers for a life-time
The raw truth of memories hurts so much that art needs to heal
Very intricate are these neuronal connections we call memory
Limited to the confines of our bodies but at the same time shared with the confines of another body
I sharing my life with you while you share it with me
Us having no tangible mark to recollect lives but in memories
Let's in the arms of each other collect our lives

Woe is me!

Democracy

Democracy is in reaching and in never attaining
Just like love
Once you have it, you fuck it up.

[my romanticized version of it]

Egypt

More than a matter of Mubarak leaving is the slave mentality that should leave

Naked thoughts

In my most naked thoughts I feel
A cocktail of anger and sadness
Spiced with sweet memories and imagery
I remorse, regret, and smell devastation.

In my most naked thoughts, I am thankful of you.
In my most naked thoughts, I wish I had died.
In my most naked thoughts, I am fragile.

Definition

Define or be defined
If you don't like how you're defined lose the definer.

My Inside Out World

Isn't it hilarious to be in a relationship when you are out of it but being out of a relationship when you are in it?
I am now turning my world right side out, with effort.

The mumbo in my head

I stayed at the monstrous Inn for 127 hours and then had breakfast at Tiffany's because my Tehran was for sale and Annie was at the Hall so I couldn't saw my hand off when she was still around. Some misinterpret Nietzsche for their own evil undertakings just like the Swedes took advantage of Plato's teaching, and then they venture to call old sophists postmodernists! I personally think you need to download a free conservation biology book and see how coal ashes will cause the biggest mass extinction on earth. You can then worry about wrestling world championship.

Uberman wishes the will to power

If you had to amputate your arm to live, would you chose to die?

In my fortune cookie

'Genius is eternal patience'

This..oh..this..

This urge to explain the world
Haunts me, hits me, hassles me, handles me, hastens me

Through observation of humanity...

Why is it that with human nature, once you think you know someone, you don't know them anymore and once you think you don't know someone, you know them exactly.

Think of mind's prototypes and classifications and categorizations, survival of species, the law of probablilities and relativities, and the answer may lie somewhere in the middle of the road there.

Hello

I am a cry

Hello

I am changing the format of this blog from an emotional reaction to things to a perceptive reaction to things.
Cheers to wisdom.

Hello

I am a cry

Hello

Just because someone pulls you out of shit doesn't mean they are your friend, and just because someone pushes you into the shit doesn't mean they are your enemy. So if your warm and happy in a pile of shit.....Stay Put!

René Karl Wilhelm Johann Josef Maria Rilke

‎"For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation."



PS. Don't you miss the long names they used to have traditionally instead of today's acronym system of calling each other with the first letter of their name like R?

Veritas Liberabit Vos

truth shall set you free

quod me nutrit me destruit

what nourishes me destroys me

vincit qui se vincit

He conquers who conquers himself

Bless you

Dear Diary
Now that things are becoming clear
I am re evaluating my life
Thanks for listening to me
I am also learning that we are responsible for our listening and if we suddenly change the way we listen and the way we are listened to, we lose an accountability. So let's stay in the conversation dear diary, knowing that our listening is sacred.

Words bottle up in my body

There is a temptation to talk
With an overwhelming conviction that
Silence is the answer
Which one would you chose?

Bitter words leave me..momentarily

Funny how you suffer for years and years, then you're the happiest for some time but the suffering can't leave you alone. The bitter taste of your words were still lingering in my ears when I left the house. I knew that no matter what, I am not coming home without a new story to tell. I can only go story-less in my mind for a couple of days, so catch me before I fall everybody, and he did. I drank so much I could not feel my senses nor hear any of the bitter words in my head. I danced till the music stopped and waited until more music went back on. I still smell the strong cologne of this stranger wearing a red t-shirt. The music beats were fast and so was he. I was struggling to catch up to his steps but once I got the catch, I could follow easier. The smell of his cologne is on my fingers as I strike the keyboard. Makes me yearn for his presence here now. He was warm and full of blood. The night was young so was my head. We danced without talking alot. Only at the end of the night, I realized that he doesn't live here, and was just a visitor. Why are visitors more fun to be around? Is it because they know how to enjoy before it's too late? Maybe they haven't been burdened by the weight of a city. It was beautiful, how the world operated tonight. Love lost meant love gained, there is so much love out there, we just need to see it with a fresh pair of eyes, and bang! It is there, everything you want to see is right in front of your seeing eyes. So what happens to the bitter taste words in my ear? I will sleep now and wait until tomorrow for the words to get some rest. Maybe with tomorrow comes an answer. Maybe tomorrow is an answer. Sleep tight.

"To look at something as though we had never seen it before requires great courage." - Henri Matisse