Sexual Minds and Their Demise

You can be the most handsome man, the most gorgeous woman...but if you can't bring anything to the table beyond aesthetics, there's going to be a problem. We're told to idolize one dimensional people with fake body parts and personalities; that our shells should be dazzling, or we're worth naught.  
We're force fed skewed beliefs then vomit them on various platforms.  Perfectly trained to let media do our thinking for us; lobotomize free will and replace it with a television. Stay in line, or maybe revolt. Follow the leader. Simon says boycott, Simon says riot, but just enough to anger to other side. Just enough to ever fuel the fire of division. Simon says. 
My god. 
Put down your phone and talk to me about the cosmos. The overwhelming enormity of the Galaxy. Pick my brain about the utterly faulty way we go about dating now, and how commitment has become a dirty word.
Let's discuss books- better yet, let's read the same one, separately, then come together and discuss it! An actual book. A novel. The kind that you don't have to turn on or charge, but requires a hand to turn a page, and imagination to create a minds eye movie of the authors tale. 
Genuine thinkers and creative minds are in scarily low supply these days. I'm not just talking about men- this is a PSA to anyone who will listen. You can have rock hard abs, the most reblogged thigh gap on Tumblr, whatever it is that society has told you makes you relevant and defines your worth-- but I'm here to tell you it's a complete farce.
If someone combs your mind and all they find is regurgitated Kim K quotes, or Scott Hermans diet plan, (paired with a handful of dust bunnies), then I'm sad for you. It all means nothing. Sure, there's nothing wrong with a rockin bod with great definition and striations, or 'the perfect fishtail braid', but offer something more. Be real. Be YOU. The things you pin on Pinterest don't define who you are as an individual- you do. THAT'S who I want to know. That's how you'll leave your mark on what's rapidly becoming a carbon copy society. Intelligence is sexy. Individuality is sexy. Creativity is sexy. Being who you are, regardless of media and societal pressures....
That's fucking sexy. 

Do or do not, or not

What's the worst that can happen

What's the benefit

What's the point

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A man

A man likes to be alone when he thinks

A man is alone when he thinks

A man is alone

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Children Of A Future World

there is hope

only if we teach 

them to think,

not what to think.


6:23 PM 5/19/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Teaching children how to think on their own is something my generation wasn't too big on. I had to learn that for myself.

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my ode to programming

My Ode To Programming
By: Me
Written on December 13th, 2012
Programming is being told what to think
news for you, it really does stink
It tells you how to react to
what life chooses to throw at you

we are programmed to see what we believe
not what is there definitely
like a thoroughbred breeding; born to run
keeps you well and truly in the system

to keep on selecting certain realities
which no doubt suit the powers that be
to limit the choices available to you
in order to blind you from the truth

like the psychologist called Pavlov
rang a bell when he fed his dogs
the dogs when they heard that ring
thought 'grub up' and started salivating

news for you, your remote control
is yours to shape don't you know
recognize where your being programmed
and replace it with a higher vibration

then the sky isn't even the limit
it's the start of a limitation 'bin it'
unlocking your built in limitless potential
though if this is sounding mental

your heads in a box fitted on you
your ego and the world hide the truth
and the sooner you walk through walls
the quicker you unlock your potential
and give the boot to personal hells

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Actions vs Words

Sometimes the heart does things with reason, that reason itself can't understand
Like taking possession of emotions that's past reach with bare hands

Actions show no remorse.
However people's actions show how much integrity they truly posses.
Actions can cause distance,
distance causes thoughts, 
Thoughts can generate tension that builds up in us, until finally it explodes.

Some act before we think
This is when laughter turns weak.
So laughing is just pain, one in which we can't escape.

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Pretty as can be
Power is all you can see
Smiling constantly
So, you thought you knew me

Inside I see and feel no beauty
Motivating myself daily to just be
But can anyone see?

Pretty as can be
Power is all you can see
Smiling constantly
So, you thought you knew me

My sadness and depression overflowing
The will not to live continually growing
But all you can see
Is all my glorious beauty

Pretty as can be
Power is all you can see
Smiling constantly
So, you thought you knew me

Fighting off Sticks and stones daily
Drowning hurtful comments constantly
Forced to listen to what people think of me
While I don’t even think of me

Pretty as can be
Power is all you can see
Smiling constantly
So, you thought you knew me

Worth no one’s love
Always alone and way above
Has anyone ever considered that I have had enough?
Life is just far too tough

Pretty as can be
Power is all you can see
So, you thought you knew me

Jealousy killed me

Written by Dlr

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Recollections and Reflections

The cold bite of a winter wind reminds me
of man’s inadequacy—
bereft of fur and thick skin,
he relies on construction of polyesters and nylons,
the use of sheep’s wool and the Earth’s cotton.
Though without claws and venom,
man has his mind to craft the tools,
extensions of himself.

I retreat into a grove of pine
where I sit upon the floor of dry needles,
like an unkempt barbershop.
My hands begin to lose feeling in the frigidity.
They shiver as a shaved animal would.
Funny the areas of hair we have, we tame.
We control it.
Control is all we’re trying to get.
Control the cold, control the weather,
control another, control the world,
control yourself!

Man has extended himself beyond
his own reaches.
Man can no longer control his constructions.
Play God he has, but is he not God?
It seems the Devil for many.
The Devil has run rampant (symbolically, naturally,)
and loving Gods are few.
All of man’s systems are plagued by him.
Watch an infant’s innocence, pure.
As it ages, it spoils—
Whole generations brainwashed!
I’m writing back from isolated islands of ignorance!
What to think? What to think?
Now I remember! I’ve been told what,
and I see this cage.
Now watch it disappear.
Must I always forget
to just watch freedom’s birth once more?

-Ryan K. Fuller

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If you think that you tried and flailed you will not succeed, but if you think that you failed but tried you will succeed

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