i don't ever want to be associated with the word 'proper'

a few things i have noticed in the past ... life.

-the worst thing to step in with shoes on is fresh poop (species not important) then gravel.
-the worst thing to step in with socks on is cooked jasmine rice.
-the worst thing to step in with bare feet is a needle. on a syringe. filled with cancer. and sour milk. now every needle YOU step on won't be as bad. your welcome.
-greasy fried rice i make goes through me in 5 minutes after consumption. its like clockwork. and its disgusting. butter only from here on out.
-any sort of 'planning' is always shy of fun compared to pure spontaneity. unless its planned GOOD.
-i have a bad back
-stealing is wrong. but fun and challenging for the wits.
-swearing for 80% of the time is completely unnecessary and makes you sound like a dummy. it must only be used when appropriately angry, or in an unexpected moment of hilarity (ie: reminiscent sigh... fucking tornadoes...) and must never ever be used when you stutter.
-stuttering is funny. but not if its you. or if its actually a problem.
-beer is a simile of piss.
-my biggest fear is being alone.
-my most ridiculous fear is seeing a ghost.
-my biggest growing fear is sterility and the inability to brew a child.
-sweatpants on females are amazing in any situation.
-no underwear and sweatpants usually makes for an incredible day.
-tuesday, sucks. tuesday night, rules.
-capitalizing letters is not for me. nor is grammar.
-i believe i am above the rules of the english language. aces.
-my wife must, or have the desire to, snowboard, have/want tattoos, and have no fear of me doing stupid things.
-all my kids will be accidents.
-i still don't care for drunk people.
-michigan still sucks
-green spray paint does not smell like grass.
-i doubt my ability to ever grow a respectable beard.
-my desire for a respectable beard will never go away.
-'woody' is a funny name and/or word.
-girls who talk about extremely 'uncomfortable' things with me deserve high fives. i'm a fan of openness.
-i have to get up very early and am very disappointed in myself that i am still awake.
-sleeping will never get old.
-i'm a closet OCD with several things.
-i don't know what i'm going to be doing with my life and that is super exciting to me.

amazing

music sounds amazing when the soul is content and all issues have been put aside. I've been given these gifts so that i may rejoice in the streets and release my love for everything good. i'm well taken care of.

just because.

devices. tools based upon obstructions in the human psychotic mental sphere of inhabitance. the rebel runaways decipher what was left of a society meshed together with passion and patriotism. the banister stricken with lewd remarks of injustice, while the poles wither and die beneath the weight of tyranny. bottles filled with liquid hate illuminating the streetlights with yellow bits of injustice, their particles clinging to the pure and innocent. these gray days, filled with compelling desire to ensnare what will not last beyond what fire can destroy. the buttons no longer work and anarchy is whispered amongst the lips of the half living. torment and destruction dwelling amidst the rapid rushing winds of futility. love lost is no longer had when all you have is what was left. superimposed sadness on a base level of dementia.

puppies and rainbows and kittens crossed with bunnies and baby foxes. serendipitous to the listening ear, only the lines crossed above form the perfection grown in our hearts. one am is the best time to fall in love. live attains beauty in all its avenues, and facets of purity and righteousness collide in a glorious eruption of magnificence. the purpose behind what life feels is compelled to exist without ramification of dilation or rebuttal. answers to know one but the one who knows all, and the questions scatter among the happiness grown in droves of brotherly community. the plateau became the mountain top, and the bottom became the base for all that is holy. exuberant in youthful longing and justified in mature pursuit. the only end will be a glorious one.

erhmm, metaphor and explosive mind colour aside, i'm bleeding and its late. seems i typed so hard my nose burst with passion. or it could be the sneeze into my steering wheel several days ago which has not clogged. the questions i must answer myself from my own curiosity.

how i feel

love love love love love love love love my fingers are now familiar with the muscle memory of love love love love love love love love and its all i want to think about. screw money. forget anger. doubt nothing. 1:48am is a time of the happy mind. sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep

loves to get slapped in the face

with realistic visions of what i SHOULD be doing! attacking sinful actions that society deems acceptable! no sir/ma'am, unnacceptable. the extra n is for NO! specifically abortion. when i stumbled upon a nice quiet evening of worshiping my God and hoping for a nice trite message of salvation and forgiveness i get tripped over a presentation the life ending creation (ha, funny, life ending AND creation right next to each other. how sincerely ironic.) that is so epidemically existing so untouched. as a spectator to the miracle of life-now-ended-and-splashed-upon-plastic-to-be-thrown-out-like-garbage, i was doubting my place of mind to handle such a message and started to gear my mind elsewhere to a place it would not be troubled by such controversial issues but rather surrounded by metaphorical daffodils and actual pie. but like michael clarke duncan in 'the island' i was latched onto in the shins by a grappling gun and convicted beyond what i've thought to be 'convicted' about. being a visual person, and a person of perceived reason, images of dead babies had taken the fun out of those jokes and standaside issues i'd been a spectator of for my whole life. now it has to be decided if its just 'wrong' of if its now 'incontestable' and what to do with my holy discontent.

i have ideas out my rude parts and i know its going to cause discussion and i don't care if i piss people off. yeah, love has its place, and love is all i am meaning, but spanking is also love. i can't handle some things being acceptable. thats 105 000 people i won't be able to high five. i like that Jesus entered the world yesterday and went through the motions of being born the same way we all did.

gingerbread figure

the feminists finally got to my cookies. the poor gingerbread males couldn't stand up to the pressure of milk and angsty political correctness advocates that happen to be bakers. it happens often when a stick is forced so far up somebodies bum that the term 'man' seems to be taking things too far when a cookie has no physical showings of genitalia or specific references to a sex, race or species. so something must be done! lets not call it a man because someone will get offended. lets go ahead and not call it what it is, because the rest of the gingerbread population will get angry that they are not included in the classification and are therefore a minority getting hurt from not being appropriated. and men are dirty so surely the must not be cookies.

i'm going to go make trees generic so they don't come off so phallic. stupid proud trees.

guy ritchie is too advanced for this time

at least last night. the over complexities made it had to follow... and it was way more fun when ameicans weren't involved. andre benjamin is one cool dude. revolve. watch it. the contract has been signed minus one, and coherency in development isn't as essential as the 8 nutrients in my cereal this morning. brotherhood. wee wee check at the door. in the end it'll be responsible for several things, an at the same time the causes for celebration in others. there's no need for financial gain anymore.. this would only further spontaneous activity on to new york. return ticket questionable. were at a good age.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm early 20's.

news. think about it

sometimes i get the urge to do things to mildly disrupt the social flow of anything. my rebellion strikes when no longer do i feel lazy and have felt mildly productive recently. destruction isn't really a fancy in this mood, that would come after i feel i've been wronged or when i'm hungry and bored. this mood, oh this mood, i'm not bored, i'm excited, for life, for things to come, for the look on someones face when they've been toyed with enough to be slightly annoyed. i feel creative and witty, with a bold sense of adventure and childish ambition. then i have food, and all these feelings go away.

goals

i've been charged with making you smile.

curious rebellion

i was entering a bathroom in tim hortons when i realized, oh my oh yes, i'm in a cage! a coop! a small frame that restricts my view of the outside world! a porcelain prison, carved out in an addicted niche in society. i don't want to pee in a cage anymore! i want to be out in the woods, the world, like a puppy, curious about everything, and when the knowledge has been found, they pee on that knowledge, letting it know that it belongs to them. its not a matter of ownership, simply belonging. i want to make my mark in the forest, then go hunt a bear. not to kill the bear, no no, but to ride the bear. tame the bear. then apprehend his family, and have an army of bears at my disposal. not that i will dispose of them, but if need be i could substitute a wolf or family of fox. my army would be called a troop more likely, as it would not exceed a dozen but not be short of ten. we would play war games with the beavers, and make them feel awkward about their funny teeth. they bears would build monuments of me, and i would be king of the forest. my uprising will be cut short though, by the weasels of the trees, weasels. my holiday would end the same way as it began, by someone peeing on someone else's things. all this happened in 27 seconds as i stared at the grout between the tiles in my tiny prison. then i watched my hands drink the water i washed them with. it was intense.

cue the warm lighting

when it was an issue, you addressed it with the most amazing thing i've ever seen. sure science can tell us exactly what it is, but it seems so much more important that instead of analyzing it we appreciate it. science goes on only to seamlessly prove further and further in my mind of your eternal existance. your craft is everywhere i see, everything i touch and smell. observation should be enough to prove theory. i can't deny your fingerprints. i can't deny what you've called me to do. everything i struggle with is nothing in comparison to the grace that my struggles allow. i can only go so far in my own power, and beyond that is useless. i wouldn't call it dependence... the word i need hasn't been invented or recognized yet. dependence only goes as far as life, and my need for you is greater than life or death.

Vengeance!

bummer and not so farts! i have almost spilt milk at the bottom of not my bed. intel core duo processor INSIDE says no. a fudgewink and a hopskipple to the left. both words, google THAT crap madamsir. Man night is supremo. shock and awe, its evolved into something else. pushing boundaries is what we need to do, buttons to be pushed, in a non-homosexual way. all for one and one for punishment. or embarrassment. or personal growth. or fun. or groundbreaking freedom from fear. and i. not death for breakfasts, but cereal for brunch.

crazyness abroad, poultry pushed. aside. MAN karen! she's such a DOUCHEBAG! clearly is whats on me mind. not mine to own, but the dmancoook. crazyness abroad.

life is good. life is growth. life is finding out whats wrong with yourself then bettering yourself to better fit what you are intended for. life is searching, finding, losing, and rebuilding. life isn't simple. life is life OI!

each day i figure more out, and each day i choose whether to respect what i've learned. for the most part i'm good. ish. for the other half i'm choosing what destroys me and what keeps me going. theres lots of crap i could cut out. lots of crap i should cut out. some crap i will cut out. i'm sick of the meaningless garbage i sneeze onto paper or screen or canvas. but i can't get rid of it, because its what i am for a good chunk. not garbage, per say, BUT i am not a chunk of gold either. yet. silver soon because greatness is not yet attainable. life is still too singular and patient as a waiter waiting for hungry customers so that he can come out and serve and do exactly what he is there for. all for glory. i just want to glorify Jesus. how the crap can i do that when i wont' open my heart? no! game over. heart open. Jesus enter, satan leave. move on to the next struggle. because waiting for life to be tame will end up in a long boring waiting life.