Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Wishing

If you are wishing you were somewhere else, it means you are exactly where the Universe needs you to be.


You are at the point of friction in your life that demands your attention, not your comprehension.


Wishing is what happens when your life passes you by. 

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

39

I think sometimes we care so little about ourselves that we forget how much others care and need us. 

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Homeless Veteran

Two things I have learned in 30 days of retirement from the Marines:

1. The pain doesn't stop.

2. Nothing seems familiar, everything seems strange. Especially people.  

Monday, February 2, 2015

Therapy

When I was a kid my adoptive father took me to see Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom. Being a Korean kid I identified with Short Round. The sidekick. The punch line in a joke. I always looked up and wondered why Dr. Jones got the girl. I wanted to be Indiana Jones. I want the adventure. I wanted to end up with the girl. 

Sunday, June 8, 2014

In Famous

Death is the only way to permanently change one's mood or attitude. It is the ultimate status quo for being content. No more highs or lows, no more restless thoughts and the ultimate abandonment and loniliness. It is also the best way to be a victim, commanding immediate and lasting attention on others that know him. Yet it also provides the self knowing hate of others to be actualized. After all, others find the suicide victim to be a coward, selfish and unloved. Most others will ask themselves what more they could have done more to help him. They will abhor the relationship of the deceased while constantly pondering his existence. It is like becoming immortal in infamy.

There was no fame in life, so better to die in infamy. Remembered for ever in hate then to live forgotten in love.

Infamous. So famous you are infamous. 

You will not remember how I live, yet will never forget how I died.

Poetry

Me?!

I always had this insatiable hunger for something I couldn't define, except to call it the bottomless pit of need. Something that made me scared to get close to anybody for fear they'd discover I was rotten and disturbed. -Rachel Reiland

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Just Kidding... I Swear

It is easier to kill people then it is to tolerate them. Unfortunately killing is frowned up for some reason. I guess that is good news for 27 people I know. I guess laziness is really the savior here, I'm too lazy to hide the bodies.