E - Are You & Me Gonna Happen

Are you and me gonna happen?
Are you and me gonna happen soon?

The gods smile hard down upon
The love that's shared
Heaven's awaiting those who dare

Are you and me gonna happen?
Are you and me gonna happen soon?

Na na na na na...

A sweeter feeling I can't guess will ever be
A truer union I can't see

I don't know how much more I can take
I will run through the streets
I will howl at the moon
If you and me cannot be happening soon

Are you and me gonna happen soon?
Are you and me gonna happen soon?

Na na na na na...

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Excerpt from Hoeller's "Gnosticism"

Gnosticism begins with the recognition that earthly life is filled with suffering and impermanence. "Life is hard and then you die" is an adage that Gnostics agree with, although they might modify and thus offset the first part. All forms of life consume other forms to nourish themselves, thereby visiting pain, fear, and death upon one another. This truth pertains even to herbivorous animals, who live by destroying the life of plants. In addition, so-called natural catastrophes--earthquakes, floods, fires, droughts, volcanic eruptions, plagues--bring suffering and death in their wake. The more complex an organism is, the keener is its sense of suffering and distress.

To face these alarming facts squarely is no easy. Most human beings have a strong psychological need to perceive life as in some sense benign and potentially happy. Gnostics (and Buddhists) have often been labeled pessimists and world haters because of their willingness to look the dark face of the world in the eye. Yet, both of these traditions affirm that there is a way out of suffering and ignorance, and that this way out involves an essential, salvific change in consciousness.

As long as a person will not raise his or her consciousness beyond the physical world to higher, spiritual realities, the soul's enslavement in darkness-whether darkness in the outer, physical world or in the world of the mind--continues. It is as though the body and the mind were bars of a cage in which the soul (or spirit) is trapped. When the captive entity exits the cage and flies aloft, it rises to spiritual realms where ultimate meaning and happiness abide. Soaring through these regions, it finally reaches its primordial home, the Divine.

Describing Gnostics as pessimists is valid only if one maintains that the physical and personal psychological realms are the only realities. Regrettably, this view underlies much contemporary secular thought in our culture. In contrast to this view, the Gnostics assign a high value to the self-liberating potential of transcendental consciousness.

RIP John Peel

Well I guess we can finally declare that the chances of hearing new and emerging (and fucking awesome) artists on popular radio are finally completely gone forever.

Rock is dead. RIP John Peel.

William Shatner - Ideal Woman

I want you to be you
Don't change
Cause you think I might like you to be different
I fell in love with you

I don't want you blonde
I don't want you not to swear, not to sweat
It's you I fell in love with
Your turn of phrase, your sensitivity, your irrational moods
...Well maybe that could go
But everything else, I want you to be you

I want you to dance whenever you feel it
Up by the bandstand
In the parking lot
Up on the table
Well, maybe the table can go
But I want you to be you

I love what you wear cause you wear iit
That shawl
That clinging dress
The svelte black jacket
Those leopard capris.....
Well, maybe not the capris
But I want you to be you

I love what you eat
You want yogurt? You got yogurt!
Papaya? It's yours!
Chewing gum? Chew away!
I want you to be you...

Spit out the gum, it doesn't work...

When you sleep, you're the most beautiful
In the moonlight, your soft skin glows
Your hair sprawled on the pillow, a vision
The murmuring breath, the slight snore
...the... slight... snore...

I want you to be you

The Essex Green - Sixties

you pick the place, darling, i'll pick the date
i'll see you there, don't be late
somewhere thru the gold of early autumn breeze
meet me in the sixties

there won't be a day since I ain't by your side
no more Guinevere bride
yeah wont it be nice, darling, just you and me
meet me in the sixites

it never should have happened , no it never was our fate
us living three decades late
there'll be flowers at your feet, queen forest lady, please
meet me in the sixties

pack your bags
yeah, but don't take everything
i know we're never coming back
but you won't need that ring
you won't need it

a shower of long hair thru which we watch the whole world change
its already been arranged
so take train,plane, or bus, or to travel the high seas
just meet me in the sixties

Excerpt from "Post Office" by Charles Bukowski

·23·

I finally got a day off, and you know what I did? I got up early before Joyce got back in and I went down to the market to do a little shopping, and maybe I was crazy. I walked through the market and instead of getting a nice red steak or even a bit of frying chicken, you know what I did? I hit snake-eyes and walked over to the oriental section and began filling my basket full of octopi, sea-spiders, snails, seaweed and so forth. The clerk gave me a strange look and began ringing it up.

When Joyce came home that night, I had it all on the table, ready. Cooked seaweed mixed with a dash of sea-spider, and piles of little golden, fried-in-butter snails.

I took her into the kitchen and showed her the stuff on the table.

"I've cooked this in your honor," I said, "In dedication of our love."

"What the hell's that shit?" she asked.

"Snails."

"Snails?"

"Yes, don't you realize that for many centuries Orientals have thrived upon this and the like? Let us honor them and honor ourselves. It's fried in butter."

Joyce came in and sat down.

I started snapping snails into my mouth.

"God damn, they are good, baby! TRY ONE!"

Joyce reached down and forked one into her mouth while looking at the others on her plate.

I jammed in a big mouthful of delicious seaweed.

"Good, huh, baby?"

She chewed the snail in her mouth.

"Fried in golden butter!"

I picked up a few with my hand, tossed them into my mouth.

"The centuries are on our side, babe. We can't go wrong!"

She finally swallowed hers. Then examined the others on her plate.

"They all have tiny little assholes! It's horrible! Horrible!"

"What's horrible about assholes, baby?"

She held a napkin to her mouth. Got up and ran to the bathroom. She began vomiting. I hollered in from the kitchen:

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH ASSHOLES, BABY? YOU'VE GOT AN ASSHOLE, I'VE GOT AN ASSHOLE! YOU GO TO THE STORE AND BUY A PORTERHOUSE STEAK, THAT HAD AN ASSHOLE! ASSHOLES COVER THE EARTH! IN A WAY TREES HAVE ASSHOLES BUT YOU CAN'T FIND THEM, THEY JUST DROP THEIR LEAVES. YOUR ASSHOLE, MY ASSHOLE, THE WORLD IS FULL OF BILLIONS OF ASSHOLES. THE PRESIDENT HAS AN ASSHOLE, THE CARWASH BOY HAS AN ASSHOLE, THE JUDGE AND THE MURDERER HAVE ASSHOLES . . . EVEN THE PURPLE STICKINPIN HAS AN ASSHOLE!"

"Oh stop it! STOP IT!"

She heaved again. Small town. I Opened the bottle of sake and had a drink.

Wired Moose

AHHH!

BBspot - Which File Extension Are You?

Which File Extension are You?

Beaglelver: u are weird
Brad: who are you?
Beaglelver: i found you site by accdent read weird aim stuff and got your sn
Brad: that's great
Brad: you read stuff that is nearly five years old and based on that, you judge me, and then choose to instant message me and tell me what you think.
Brad: how old are you? 14?
Beaglelver: um yes
Beaglelver: and how the hell could i know it is 5 years old?!?!?!?!
Brad: You couldn't have, but common courtesy would have told you not bother wasting this person's time by giving them your criticism when you don't even know who they are.
Beaglelver: ............

(Then whoever this was blocked me).

Napoleon Dynamite

I am so glad I never went and saw Napoleon Dynamite in theaters as that was the worst first forty minutes of a movie I've had to struggle through in my life. That was even worse than Cabin Fever. Jesus. Baleeted.

Jesus said: He who seeks, let him not cease seeking until he finds; and when he finds he will be troubled, and when he is troubled he will be amazed, and he will reign over the All.

Half-Life 2 == BOUGHT!

Counter-Strike: Source is pretty sweet, aside from the fact that it's forced me to reboot my machine three times due to hardlocking and has crashed once, but aside from that, nice. Can't wait til HL2 is finally released. Only Valve could get me to pay $60 for a game in advance of it's release.

Wait Wait - Don't Tell Me!

I sent in information about myself in hopes that I get to be a "contestant" on Wait Wait - Don't Tell Me! that's broadcasted on NPR. If I actually get on here, believe me, I will be posting it. I don't see why I wouldn't get on eventually, but I bet they probably have a big back log. I think I have an interesting hook to be a guest, as I am a "Blogger" and the only source for news and information that I use is the internet, as I do not own a television or buy newspapers or magazines. Cool, huh?