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I don't usually talk about pop culture but something crossed my path and I respected it much. The newest of Eminem's videos drew my attention and I had to give him his due for thoughtfullness. It's in the typical style for Eminem it is irreverent. M fs Jessica Simpson on a fence post and gets a hamburger out of her crotch. He puts Kim Kardashian in a wood chipper, thanks Marsh. He also puts Sara Palin in langerie next to him in the bed. The chorus speaks from the perspective of the people and reminds, 'We are the ones who made you'. As rich as that man is I have to respect that he knows that it can all disappear in an instant, and I thank him for, in his way, reminding people of note where the hierarchy of fame starts, thanks M.

whoa

am i the only one who feels like their life reads like a novel called 'The Misadventures of Twettledeedumb'? It's like snortin' a big line of PCP and stompin' on a snare drum. Beware of women who can drink a case of wine and be wanting to open another case. Does anyone else feel like they do that as well, over and over again? Anyway, I'm just gonna keep it swanky and janky, till later.

Towards the Horizon

It seems to me that the goal of medical science or the healing industry, however you choose to look at it, though to me those two terms mean very different things, should be the maintenance of the physical so the individual can reach their desired transcendence and ultimately perfection. The desire should not be to live forever but to essentially become the right arm of the god-head if you will (I call it the great silver stream, semantics though) while you draw breath, and in that moment you can choose to be concentrated and present in a physical way or to be diffuse, that is spread thinly, and be more than the bounds of your own consciousness. If we were to be able to live long enough to achieve transcendence, and for death, or the passing through, to be a choice, we would have reached the place, in part, that we as conscious matter is supposed to reach. They say that matter and energy is neither created or destroyed. They say that you are ashes and will return to ashes. Science and mysticism have had what we could call a contentious relationship, of that we can presumably agree. If two people who hate each other, but each have accurate, though different, ways of arriving at conclusions, and they both arrive at the same conclusion one can assume that motive or prejudice did not stand in the way and the truth was given. One can either assume this or assume that it's all a game with everyone being misdirected and pointed in the wrong direction. I have hope and live basing my actions on the hope that it is the former while I still know very well it could just as easily be the latter. Can you almost hear the low rumble of laughing? I sometimes feel like I can, other times I know I can. Laughing, giggling, and snickering all assaulting you from the astral plane sucks ass. I laugh back. What else would I do? It's the same premise as if Pan the faun was at your door sharpening his dagger. If you ran away he would expect that and would pursue. If you got up and bum rushed him, spearing him in the sternum with the top of your head then he may be surprised enough that you then have the upper hand. Hey, hey, I just thought of this gal Erica I used to know and the way she said this particular word. She reminded me of Sapphire and Kharlee to a certain degree. I gravitate towards all the wrong kinds of women for who I am. I won't tell you what the word was. This one I keep just for myself.