Well, Im still alive. I am watin to see Jackass the movie, comes out on friday, and I got rejected from getting free tickets and an early showing here at VCU.....I got a poster though. School is keeping me very busy, and I have to get on top of things or i'll start to panic about haning too much stuff to do. Mainly having alot of essays to write, espically for english. Writing would be more fun if my grades didnt depend on it. I just dont understand english class, im not really lerning anything - shes not teaching us stuff. We just have to keep writing different kinds of essays about things, making sure our point is clear. This english class is more just practice, keep on practing english so i'll be better at it I guess. The main thing that frustrates me is that I wont get a grade until the end of the semester, every essay I have written will be looked at as a portfilio, and I will be given a pass or fail grade. So it kinda sucks not knowing how Im doing until the end, where i cant change anything. So I guess I will have to keep writing stupid essays just to keep my self from digging a bigger hole.


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"Wisest is he who knows he does not know." - Socrates


"Thirty Spokes
Share one Hub
Adapt the nothing therein to the purpose in hand, and you will have the use of the cart. Knead the clay in order to make a vessel. Adapt the nothing therein to the prupose in hand, and you will have the use of the vessel. Cut out doors and windows in order to make a room. Adapt the nothing therein to the purpose in hand, and you will have use of the room. Thus what we gain is something, yet it is by virtue of nothing that this can be put to use." - Lao Tsu-



Pseudobiographical
When I think, there is no empty space to take a breath
Cluttered are my thoughts.
As I grab at the floating dust, my vision is blurred.
Seeing only what I want to believe,
No logical order to the way I walk.
Just me and my double,
Running not to be seen.
Only a arms reach away from death,
But death does not want me yet.
When I am woken by falling leaves and water falls,
The presents of the earth do me fine.
I only needed to conquet with vitality.
Just flay me and observe the construction.
When you reach the climax, tell me.
How do you imbrue like you do.
No need to be pseudobiographical.


Go Gawking
Study gimcrak faces as they pass
Gibe as they wink, but be gingerly at their offered hands
The gong is played with glutting vibration
As gnomes gawk back at you
Hope not to graft but only to grouch at their smiles
Turn off all lights and grope the visuals left behind
Do not gabble, only listen greatly
Can you hear the gnomes still gawking
It takes more to garner grace, so sit back
Gawk back at the giddy gnomes and glower
Gesticulate the middle finger.

Define my name
Unspell my name to who I really am
Look past the treasured words into me
What do they mean but placement in people
Pick me out with the same that shout
Not just a body dangled for meat
Who owns a name but paper and ink
I want to be more than what is given
So give me a chance to be nobody
Rather an indentation on time
I will cut my hands so I can be what I am
A non-alphabetical but defined as me.

I'm currently visiting lynchburg. My BEST friend, OMAR SAMAHA lost his soccer game, so now i am in his room on the computer while he is getting bitched at. Hes got to run alot now, and he'll be puke-in when he gets back. Lynchburg sucks as of now......

ok this is revised from a few weeks later...we went to a few stupid parties and watched funny drunk people play beer pong, funny but also very challenging game. Anyway we got back and started watching 13th warrior. We got tired and went to bed. Omar and slept HEAD TO TOE in case you were wondering...he touched me alot..hah no, no, not at all, your all sick for thinking so, and Rob slept on the floor just waiting to be kicked and steped on by Omars roomate (who we will call "roomie" cause i forgot his name). Ah yes the moment came. Roomie came in Drunk or High or both, and didnt know we were all in there. He did what we all saw comming and kicked Rob on the floor, really freakin hard. He fliped out when we started talking cause he only thought there was one person in the room. He eventually stumbled into his bed and started rambeling random things. He also had the hic-ups, which if you ever saw a stoned guy doing you would laugh as much as we did. He couldnt breath for like 5 minutes, and he was laughing during the parts where he was supposed to breath, so he got no good oxygen, this would kill most people. After his fit of hic-ups, he would blurt out random things in a horrible hill billy accent. IT WAS UNBELIEVABLE FUNNY. It made no sense why we were laughing, he was high off of weed and we got high off of laughing so much. He told some bad jokes which were funny at the time, and Omar even attemped one...but it failed misrablely, we still got a good laugh though. Rob was still layin on the floor not sayin anything, I think the blow paralized him. Well the laughin managed to die off some how, and we went to sleep....P.S. Omar, i know you tried to expirement with me but my will is too strong for you..hah..well dude, remember flordia. You still have to stop peeing in bottles when you too lazy to go to the bathroom.
Well it was a good time, and me and Omar got to catch up, and make future plans with snowboarding and stuff. Peace

Book of the day: Dirt: The Ecstatic Skin of the Earth by William Bryant Logan
What it says on the back of the book: William Bryant Logan has written an elegant and thoughtful natural history of the soil that sustains us, as well as a memoir of his own highly personal connection to it. He combines science, philosophy , and history with a quircky curiosity about why the universe works the way it does. After reading Dirt you won't see the teeming life we walk on every day in quite the same way.

The Homeless People of Richmond (and crazy people)

Legless Homeless Guy:
Carts him self around in a wheel chair with a blanket covering his stubs. Occasionally another homeless guy will push him around. Ive seen him crossing the road slowley while a car is about to hit him, and he muttered "oh here we go", he made it across but not with out hitting a few pot holes. Me and my girlfriend always try to help him, cause hes the best of them all. I gave him some coupons for a free hamburger at hardez, and she bought him lunch one day....

Biker Quacker
I dont know much about this crazy guy. He looked homeless, dirty and all, but I dont know for sure. He quacks down the street riding his bike, yeah i said quacks. He quacked and waved at me walking down the street, and i quacked back as if to say have a nice day and he kept riding along. After a few seconds i burst out laughing, rolling on the ground. I've only seen him twice, but it sure makes my day when i do see him. I dont know if he thinks hes a duck, or he just knows the quacking language. I dont know if he even knows english...?

No cell phone lady
Now, this lady I've only seen once, on the bus. She was cursing out profanities, and making all sorts of noise. At first i thought she was talking to someone, but i looked around and no one was talking to her, and everyone on the bus was looking at her wierd. So I guessed that she was either crazy or has had a bad day or something. I continued to watch her and realized she kept putting her hand up to her ear and talking, like it was a cell phone. She kept yelling into it, and when she hung up she pressed a button on her hand. She kept doing this the whole ride, and it was entertaining but i felt bad. I guess she had no one to talk to, so she pretended to be talking in a cell phone to someone, cursing and laughing it up. She appeared to be homeless, shaggy and carring alot of bags with clothes and newspapers. Maybe she just needed a friend to talk to, but she seemed a little too hostile for me to just go up and say hi. Maybe next time i see her i will buy her one of those fake candy cell phones, so she will actually be talking into something other than her imaginary phone.

Harmonica player
This guy likes to play the harmonica for money. He came up to me and told me straight, he just wanted money to buy alcohol and get drunk, and maybe a hamburger to go with it. Well i was on my way somewhere, so he agreed to follow me and play while we walked, so i couldnt refuse. It was good, i'll admit. I liked the music, little blues and ska mix. When he finished I asked him if he made it up himself, he hesitated for a minute as if he didnt expect me to say that. He said yeah, i made it.. so i gave him 2 bucks..and said if i see him again sometime, and he gives me another song I would glady give him my change. He put me in a good mood for the rest of the night.

No change Veteran
This old man was sitting on the corner with another homeless man. I walked by them, said hi and continued walking away. This old man yelled out "hey can you help an veteran?". He had a ragged hat on, with a scraggly beard circumfrancing his mouth which contained an estimated 4 teeth. I stopped and turned around sayin "sorry, i dont have any change." (which was the truth, im broke with negative 50 somethin in my bank), and he replied back "I dont want any fuckin change, I want some help". Immeaditly the other homeless guy started laughing, and so did I. So I walked up to the two, and asked what he needed help with. He again stated that he doesnt want any change, and he had toothless smile that i couldnt walk away to. He explaind how hard it is for old war veterans such as him self ,and I asked again what he needed help with. He said he doesnt want any change, but some bills, a couple bucks. I laughed, and the other man did too saying "this man here is crazy". I said "Im sorry i really dont have any money", so they said thanks anyway and god bless, "you too", i replied, and went on my way.

I'll keep you posted on the streets of Richmond

Tea
Peace, respect, purity, and tranquility.
The japanese created a unique way of life by elevating the mudane practices of drinking tea to a spiritual disipline. Espically after the contact with Zen, the way of tea was strengthed because the spirit of Tea and Zen became to be seen as one and the same.

"Having one kettle you can make tea; it is foolish to possess many utensils"

Symbol Flavored Fruit
Flavored pain tastes more like tangerines
Fruits commend the intake of knives
Would you puncture, like you do them
Comsume with no thought of existance
Does blood always have to be red
Or is juice also life flowing from veins
What detirmines intelligent life
One with none is equal to squashed tomatoes

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this is all nonsense:


mind fuzzy run
bed slow drip
comfort mobile fall
space tight fix
eyes slowly scatter
run fuzzy mind
drip slow bed
fall mobile comfort
fix tight space
scatter slowly eyes
try try try
dont try nothing
do try nothing
nothing good
nothing is better
nothing is something
something is peace
peace is sleep.




do nothing and do something. to accomplish something you must not try but just do it. the mind is best when worked the least. inner peace is needed. stop thinking. now is now and that is now. no tomarrow.
let everything go and it will all come to you. dont let things you cant controll scare you. things happen cause they happen you can do anything about it. simple is better. wise is not knowlege. knowlege is nothing if not used.
dont learn things just to know them. wisest is he who knows he does not know - socrates. lows are not as low without the highs. let nature take its course. go somewhere to be there. dont be here to be somewhere else.
a man died from running from his shadow when all he had to do was lay in the shade under a tree. vinigar is delicious. be alive. the tao that is written is no the tao.

Read it but dont believe it:

I Paint
I am feeling so alive I contain it
I think i will paint a picture and frame it
All the answers lie in your pockets
Just pull one out and apply by pressure
Do you get the message
It came by bright sky and big guy
Find the path and take it
If you believe you wont forget it

Green Kiss
When you get dry, kiss me
It will not help at all,
but to hold onto the seconds you live by
Take it by the neck and squeeze iit out,
Redness life juice bleeds about
Total tranquility seeks to find
That I have found something else,
I did not know a person could carry all these things,
A backpack could not hold what you contain

Oh its on now..........just wating for lasers