Time and Freedom

The idea of time I'll be speaking of is a less universal, more physical, hands on, dirty sense of time. The kind of time that is directly proportional to freedom. The time that seems to dictate our everyday, our decisions, our experiences, our laughs, our own little cosmos. We're all familiar and accepting of the fact that short experiences can be life altering. Lets say you bump into a good looking member of the opposite sex, dropping your books. However cliche that may be, this little encounter wouldn't have been possible if you were lets say, skipping school that day. A simple and almost meaningless encounter usually, however it becomes exponentially more significant if you strike up a conversation, have a night out, sleep together, and then a child eventually ensues. A bit more important of an encounter now, because if you had to travel back in time to change anything it would be that simple misstep. The point of this little story would be, if you decided you "didn't have the time" for any event, particularly one you wanted to be involved in, the possibilities you're missing out on, are endless. If i'm at work, and wanted to leave at any time, i would simply do so. Why? Simple, its not their time, its mine. Forever mine in fact. I didn't sell my soul, or my freedom to this place, these managers, these co workers or customers. I allow them to distract me. Perhaps thats why we create the illusion of "being busy". As a distraction, to get our minds off our minds and get away from thinking about we really want, and how far we are from achieving it, or how much time it may take to get to that point. Here is the clever part, the time we waste thinking about, trying to achieve, and giving up hope to distractions, could simply be used to just achieve. If you really desire something, take it. There is nothing holding its authority over your body. If you can't walk, crawl, if you cant crawl, reach, if you cant reach, think, if you cant think then you're closer to your goals then anyone. Don't think, simply do. Your freedom is yours, not part of some country, religion, time frame, work schedule, bigger plan, family event, anything. Just yours. Don't believe me? Test it. You can be anywhere you want, you can cancel, re-arrange, not show up and quit to just suit your mood, and the universe will compensate, always. Simply walking out your metaphorical doors can change everything, it can mix up the universe, and it can keep your life, living. Truly think about whats a simple distraction, and what you can actually do. Whats actually stopping you from getting on a bus, driving to the grand canyon, and sneezing, then just turning back around and coming home. What are the odds, and how can you fuck them.

To make up for my gender, my generation.



Isn't to speak out, but to act according to my own plan.



I'm not going to lie, or cheat, or steal to get to where i want to be, I'm not going to deal with immaturity or illogical things. I'm going to shrug things off and prioritize.



I'm going to be a great boyfriend, husband, maybe dad



and I'm going to do the best i can, always. and love those who love me.




I've made mistakes, but I'm growing up. we can only ask for forgiveness and thought to be put into the harsh words before they're spoken.



we all deserve to be happy, I'm actually going to live to help myself and others do just that.



I don't want to pollute purity, and i don't want to hurt living things.



I'm one person, but thats all i can account for, thats all i can change. its the only example i can choose to lead.



we have our problems, i have mine. i cant ask you to fully comprehend them. but i ask you to be kind in understanding.



I want to be your friend, and i want you to be mine regardless of any difference we might share.


The fact is, nobody deserves to be hurt or put down, and everyone deserves to be understood.


Live kindly, as i will be.

1:00 pm.


the casualties



Some Girl



7:00 p.m.


the casualties



some girl

who put more time into doing their hair today?

who spent more on what they wear?

which ones dress code is more closely monitored by peers?

who is more worried about sitting around and looking like you support a cause, rather then actually making change happen.


think hard.


moral of the story:

looks can be deceiving, and thats exactly what works in our favor.


idiots.

This can be taken from almost any viewpoint, but here are some examples.



Lets rock talk about veganism for a second. Yes, i plan on being vegan once again. Yes, its hypocritical to be a vegan if you really break it down. What if you have to walk on carpet, and the truck that delivered the carpet hit a dog. Would that make the company evil? No. Would that be something to boycott? No. On the other hand do i think its a good idea to keep thousands of animals in cages, and treat them the way we all know they are treated? Of course not!




Hold that thought.




Anarchism.

MY PERSONAL DEFINITION.

Would have to be, the way of living that nothing outside of yourself has higher authority over you, then you have over your own self. Does this mean that a small mom and pop shop that sells candy needs to be destroyed? No. because the world is set up that we cant live without some sort of capitalism, and capital...money... is made by selling your time, and giving your personal control over to somebody else. Do i think that its okay to be treated unfairly in the workplace, or work for companies that exploit animals or others. OF COURSE NOT!




Lets get to the bottom line.



We cant be perfect little vegans, or perfect little anarchists.  It doesn't exist, yet. What we can do, during our life. Is make our change for the better. Do things that we know wont be TRYING to hurt others. Live kinder, and more loving. Hypocracy can be beautiful. Believe in your cause!



I'm not here to change your mind, and make you become something you're not. but if you have the opportunity in your life to so save another life, animal or otherwise. do that, make whatever difference You'd like. It counts.

Having that crossed out swastika on my page breaks my heart.

I have it there as a symbol of anti racism, thats the most commonly recognized.

However, I'm starting to adopt the original, and rightful meaning of the symbol.

The swastika has long been a symbol of good luck and had a place in many different religions and cultures. The crossed out symbol on my page will remain, only to serve as an anti racist symbol. However I may just end up with some sort of swastika tattoo one day to celebrate its original meaning.

we're all so like carpet fibers.



lay on your floor ( i sleep on mine) and just marvel at each strand. think about where it came from, and what the odds are you'll be seeing that exact fiber again.




in one year, i'm cutting a few random carpet fibers up, and traveling as far as i possibly can, for the sake of just letting them fly away in new air. a place where they would never usually end up, or maybe even came from. the odds are ridiculous, but i like that.



we are like those fibers, and i refuse to stay in the carpet i'm told to reside.



if you want to go. tell me.

hell, im exactly what you want son.



Im sick of hiding what im good at.

Im sick of not telling people I play guitar because i hate what the instrument has become today. Playing guitar has become such an exploited art, its rare to find any purity in the instrument these days. Its like the biggest american cliche of all time.


Im good at what i do, and i worked really hard to be this good.

Im too good to not be in a band right now, so if you need me, fucking tell me.

I have probably over 10k into my equipment, meaning i can tour and my equipment will hold out, and will be on par with everyone elses.


Im not fucking around, if youre not in a serious a band, im not interested. ive already been in a bands for 6 years. so im not starting from ground level again.

i just want good people, with good talent.




i've already played with (most of them multiple times):

Knights of the Abyss
Pig Destroyer
Salt The Wound
Belie My Burial
ABACABB
Dr.Acula
A Stained glass romance
years spent cold
o' captain my captain!
no Hollywood ending
a well thought tragedy
Elysia
with blood comes cleansing
Cholera

and countless others.


Dont misconstrue the point of this blog, this isnt to brag, its more of a resume for any bands looking for a guitar player, so if you read this and you know of someone in need of a guitarist, please...help me out.

fuck

tis fine.

but the only think that really sucked...was the fact that i lost all of my writings.

i cant replace those.


spur of the moment thoughts, ideas, experiments. are all gone from the public.

might not mean much to you, but it hurt my feelings that you deleted all of those. i would have really liked to keep them.

i guess mission accomplished?