I can't wait..

If your on the fence about seeing it, because "you've seen it already why pay..." SEE IT. It was awesome! A flawless movie. The entire theater experience. But for me it was like, Nostalgia because I hadn't seen it since I was about, 6. So I didn't appreciate how cleverly written and executed the thrills and suspense was. The perfect casting and acting. (loved the characters) Just the pure concept of the movie. I had forgotten everything. It was the Avengers for every dinosaur fan and enthusiast. Really WONDERFUL. I keep saying to my self. Now THAT is a movie.

And when I go to rest tonight
I will imagine a thousand scenarios of your beauty
and I will fall in love with what I imagine you to be

I don't even know you

Isn't it dam ner idiotic that we have the ability to imagine, to conjure up love out of thin air. Based on Hyperbole or shear make believe. I know, I'm in the business of doing this. But it seems so... wrong, when put into a practical situation. Some thing really erks me about being able to 'feel falsely'. To love someone who doesn't even exist. Then again, I suppose that's what gives us the ability to have "Agape love". To honestly love humanity as a whole. hmm... or to love a person for the potential of who they can be, rather then who they are at the moment.

I guess imagining is the ability to see beyond what is right before our eyes. Things that are in fact real. Or could be, lol if you ...*roles eyes* would only believe in them. smh that annoys me lol. But, I guess it is beautiful. I guess it just bothers me how easily we can be deceived.. or even deceive ourselves.

Whether it be with our significant other, or God himself.

[edit] Got an interesting thought? You can be sure Muse made a song about it, lol

Life is short and my parents are old. I think the best gift I can give them is that "now my life is complete moment." I think mortality should do that if anything. Make you want to make your life mean something. If not for yourself, than for other people. For those closest to you and even nobler, thoughs you don't even know. As a man with a lack of motivation I find it necessary and quite humbling to go to the extreme motivator. The inevitable death of your family. I think the most tragic thing is disappointment from there stand point. 2/3rds of there life loving you and then you mess up, you fail, or go no where.

I believe every person is individual in the sense that they should choose their own path, there own way. That is their right. But there's tragedy in that, is what I'm saying. That where individuals linked together.. so were not so individual. We get to do what we want, but always at a price. When has it every felt 'worth it' to hurt someone? I guess the creme to put on that wound would be humility, compromise, understanding and above all love. Because love makes you want to understand, love makes you want it to work.

Just gone.. along with the previous one in the series. because life hates me now

[edit] I can't think of anything worse than having do paint the same thing over again. Brightside though, I'll probly paint over the original sketch and save some time.. if it works well, I'll do the same in the future...

idk, grrr

[edit] painting it right now, music always helps :P

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jJsauDL4MsE&list =RD04GnkzvAXWV-0

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and I feel as if the pain should be mine. A sort of Jealousy of pain. I hate the unfairness that lies in chance, the imense contrast in life is devastating. And I watch as a friend becomes a fatherless statistic ..and I watch as I know I could.. or I would handle it rather than him. Blood. Brutal gashes across the miles of infinite life force on the seat of his head.. and the self is gone, and my pain is not for him.. what pain does he have. It is his family, the ones still existing. Torn is the word I would describe myself as. Seething is another with out exact definitions. Furious, calapsing, relapsing, cursing, killing, wishing, and coping. With death.

Oh when will it happen to me. When I think that I release my "envy"

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My face is stained with dismay
and my eyes curtle with a foriegn liquid
That I did not know him
He was not my father but my mother is married to him
he was not my father but my brothers father
and my little brothers father too
as for the kids God
as for the kids
what are they to do

I fear for the one not grown and on his own
the one with life to live
that he has no father
if I have no father
this is what life has gift

Tomorrow I will confront death
I will look him in his dead eyes
I will curse the way he lived
and wish an existence away

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embe dded&v=iGf2loLAwVE

"It is reality." "Empathy." Oh the implications. There is so much more to the mind.