Do I got enough gear:
To last me through one more heart break?
We're about to find out!
Only this time, I have trained myself to accept heart break before it happens.
I can't help but feel bad:
To know that I'm not wanted.
Is it my nature?
Am I deranged?
All I do know is that I've spent my life up to this point:
Only to know that being alone is something that I can't bare.
I tried really hard to stay alone.
Now that I'm old and fat, I realize I will die a virgin.
The spiritual me is comfortable with this...
But the material me has a brain that tells me its not right;
And I feel under accomplished as a man.
Is it that bad?
To die a virgin...
I mean, its not like I didn't have opportunity.
What I dislike about people is the dishonesty that their actions represent.
People do not shed light on why they act a certain way.
Perhaps, it is a silence that is dishonest...
But what I hate the most is when people gather and conspire to one person's lack of knowledge.
Why am I part of this world?
I had a chance to leave it.
Could I possibly find some purpose to serve, that is worthy of me?
These are things that run through my head...
Perhaps others have had the same thoughts, but I don't care.
Every one just needs to be loved...
And unfortunately, sex seems to solve that for most people.
I can't wait until they start "fixing" humans, just like they do cats and dogs.
Cut off the balls and tie the tubes!
Reproducing only continues the contamination of this world.
Unfortunately, I'd rather slay myself than have children...
But it is for the better of the world (and my possible children).
Every one should think like that.
If you don't, then fuck you...
Have kids.
Bring them into this fucked up world...
And have some hope that they'll actually make a positive difference.
The chances are not in your favor.
What this society could use is a collective realization that we perceive no reality.
The chances of that are pretty slim...
I don't gamble...
But I do hope that at least one person can combine with me to reunite my soul.
Each of us are split in half, when we are born.
The other half... is yet to be determined.
You make the choice.
Fuck it.
Make a choice...
And fuck up.
I'll be watching you fuck up.
~theMuzzl3
Copywrite isn't copyright blah blah blah you suck at naming dates and times
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Hopeful.
Hopefully my efforts are for something worth while.
Hopefully I will find love.
I have hope!
I will be sure to focus my energy on it.
There is no way that I have been to this point, before.
And I am hopeful.
It is all about her!
She has the answer...
And let me tell you:
SHE IS UP IN THE AIR!
Just like the wind.
Whoever sees this, and gives a fuck.
I don't give a fuck.
However....
I know that my guardian angel is Wind.
This one is up in the wind, and I know it.
She can save me, and every one else.
I can feel it.
I'll put it all on her shoulders, along with mine.
No one else can bare this load of responsibility.
Every moment of being is something that I'd never gamble...
And that is why I am absolutely positive about this answer.
If I could provide one, on my own...
I would.
Sorry, to all of those who would disregard my words.
You must be absolutely lost.
If you had known me for who I am meant to be, you would have accepted me.
Yet you will accept me, in the end...
Despite your paranoia and self-disrespect.
Any one who has questioned me shall be annihilated...
But just enough so that you remain intact and give me some respect for who I am.
~theMuzzl3
Copywrite isn't copyright blah blah blah you suck at naming dates and times
PS: Check out my new tracks at http://www.myspace.com/themuzzl3
Hopefully my efforts are for something worth while.
Hopefully I will find love.
I have hope!
I will be sure to focus my energy on it.
There is no way that I have been to this point, before.
And I am hopeful.
It is all about her!
She has the answer...
And let me tell you:
SHE IS UP IN THE AIR!
Just like the wind.
Whoever sees this, and gives a fuck.
I don't give a fuck.
However....
I know that my guardian angel is Wind.
This one is up in the wind, and I know it.
She can save me, and every one else.
I can feel it.
I'll put it all on her shoulders, along with mine.
No one else can bare this load of responsibility.
Every moment of being is something that I'd never gamble...
And that is why I am absolutely positive about this answer.
If I could provide one, on my own...
I would.
Sorry, to all of those who would disregard my words.
You must be absolutely lost.
If you had known me for who I am meant to be, you would have accepted me.
Yet you will accept me, in the end...
Despite your paranoia and self-disrespect.
Any one who has questioned me shall be annihilated...
But just enough so that you remain intact and give me some respect for who I am.
~theMuzzl3
Copywrite isn't copyright blah blah blah you suck at naming dates and times
PS: Check out my new tracks at http://www.myspace.com/themuzzl3
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Now, The Answer Is
Do I have any reason to live?
Its not up to me.
I feel like ending this shit.
My mind is too fucked up.
My body is completely fucked up.
I've been exposed to toxicity and it has taken effect upon me.
I know I can be strong and withstand it, but I no longer care for myself.
There has to be some one in particular who can share my story.
I can not go on, being alone.
I do not wish for meaningless company.
I only wish for some one to truthfully care for me.
To every one who has attempted to care for me:
I thank you.
However, I know that you're caring could only go so far.
My requirements is more so of attention and feelings of company.
The only thing that matters is that you'll have my back, when I need you to have it.
I've known fuckers who fucked around.
The best experience I have had is seeing them come around full circle.
To realize what true love feels like and find out what situations they've ruined.
I only care about one person, right now...
And its not myself.
However, I do not know if I can do anything to bring this person to an enlightened path.
I do not feel like I have the power to save this person from this fucked up world.
The thing is, I have strayed from my own path.
I am not like Jesus... but I was.
We all have it within our power to heal others, yet we have not discovered the gift.
Once discovered, it is hard to hold onto.
Beware.
Danger.
Do not play with fire.
No one can know the results of an ongoing experiment.
There is only one key that will cause a glitch in all of existence.
The key must be placed into the correct situation, in order to take effect.
Everything that we will have ever experienced, and will ever witness:
Will be wiped out, completely.
Completely disregard any form of knowledge, that has been or ever will be drawn.
When the page is turned and you experience it first hand... hold onto nothing.
The sooner you let go of your beliefs, the better off you will be.
Use whatever substances you can within this time we have, if it helps you.
Acknowledge what has been hidden from blunt and obvious perception of the world.
However, realize that any thing that is recognized is obviously bogus and false.
The ultimate building block is one single lie.
No matter where you rebuild, it will still be there.
If you replace it with something else, the result will be the same.
No matter where you start, the end point is realizing that the start point was false.
Math, science, and logic are the most 'true' things that we can latch onto.
They're all backed up by the same lie that everything else in our minds is backed up by.
Collective realization is something that defines our world.
What we may experience is limited by our collective definitions of what we live in.
One thing is for sure.
theMuzzl3 is full of shit.
So is Muskrat.
Shit, ESPECIALLY is Muskrat!
If anyone knows him, tell him I typed that shit!
However, if you're worth a shit... tell him to read the rest of this God damned shit.
He may get a kick out of it.
Perhaps, he will even think about some of the shit I have said.
The ultimate mark is the one mark that never happens.
It has been written that this mark will happen...
But when it doesn't happen during the time that it was written to have happened,
Is when the glitch shall become apparent.
Every dimension shall be one with every other.
An alternate reality that is currently hidden from us will become apparent and belligerent.
No being from this current state of parallel existences shall be spared of this event.
I can foresee disaster.
I do not care to see that this current world is fixed.
No one has the power to fix it.
The frightful thing in my eyes is the event that we are too blind to see coming.
If it doesn't happen in our lifetimes, then it shall happen upon each of our individual deaths.
Regardless of what I say, everything means nothing.
Nothing is the key...
For the one who is nothing during all times is the cause of every thing else.
Do not be blinded by what you perceive.
You have complete power over changing any thing that you'd like to change.
The trick is to actually believe in whatever you want...
Then you can do something that is worthy of your energy.
However, that will mean nothing in the long run.
I have done nothing with my self realization because I know it is not worth it.
If you open your eyes to a world beyond what you consciously view:
Then you must realize that the world you do see is one that is either perfect for you,
Or is nothing at all.
I want my perception to be one that influences everything;
Yet is nothing at all.
That is one thing I was unable to do.
However, I may be able to turn it around, and accomplish my goal.
I can forget about myself...
But the trick is to forget every other person in your digital world.
Every one is fake;
And it is all part of the matrix...
Except for you.
You must realize that you are the one who can break through this reality,
And make it worth while (in doing so) by doing nothing at all, once you are in control of every thing.
Each God has attempted to do this.
Our current "absolute" God is an example.
However, it is still a contradiction in terms.
In other words, terms have been stated.
State no terms.
Be a real God...
And then come to me and tell me that you're real;
And prove it within unquestionable terms.
Until then, fuck off...
Because you don't exist...
And neither does any thing that you believe in or think of.
~theMuzzl3
Copywrite isn't copyright blah blah blah you suck at naming dates and times
Its not up to me.
I feel like ending this shit.
My mind is too fucked up.
My body is completely fucked up.
I've been exposed to toxicity and it has taken effect upon me.
I know I can be strong and withstand it, but I no longer care for myself.
There has to be some one in particular who can share my story.
I can not go on, being alone.
I do not wish for meaningless company.
I only wish for some one to truthfully care for me.
To every one who has attempted to care for me:
I thank you.
However, I know that you're caring could only go so far.
My requirements is more so of attention and feelings of company.
The only thing that matters is that you'll have my back, when I need you to have it.
I've known fuckers who fucked around.
The best experience I have had is seeing them come around full circle.
To realize what true love feels like and find out what situations they've ruined.
I only care about one person, right now...
And its not myself.
However, I do not know if I can do anything to bring this person to an enlightened path.
I do not feel like I have the power to save this person from this fucked up world.
The thing is, I have strayed from my own path.
I am not like Jesus... but I was.
We all have it within our power to heal others, yet we have not discovered the gift.
Once discovered, it is hard to hold onto.
Beware.
Danger.
Do not play with fire.
No one can know the results of an ongoing experiment.
There is only one key that will cause a glitch in all of existence.
The key must be placed into the correct situation, in order to take effect.
Everything that we will have ever experienced, and will ever witness:
Will be wiped out, completely.
Completely disregard any form of knowledge, that has been or ever will be drawn.
When the page is turned and you experience it first hand... hold onto nothing.
The sooner you let go of your beliefs, the better off you will be.
Use whatever substances you can within this time we have, if it helps you.
Acknowledge what has been hidden from blunt and obvious perception of the world.
However, realize that any thing that is recognized is obviously bogus and false.
The ultimate building block is one single lie.
No matter where you rebuild, it will still be there.
If you replace it with something else, the result will be the same.
No matter where you start, the end point is realizing that the start point was false.
Math, science, and logic are the most 'true' things that we can latch onto.
They're all backed up by the same lie that everything else in our minds is backed up by.
Collective realization is something that defines our world.
What we may experience is limited by our collective definitions of what we live in.
One thing is for sure.
theMuzzl3 is full of shit.
So is Muskrat.
Shit, ESPECIALLY is Muskrat!
If anyone knows him, tell him I typed that shit!
However, if you're worth a shit... tell him to read the rest of this God damned shit.
He may get a kick out of it.
Perhaps, he will even think about some of the shit I have said.
The ultimate mark is the one mark that never happens.
It has been written that this mark will happen...
But when it doesn't happen during the time that it was written to have happened,
Is when the glitch shall become apparent.
Every dimension shall be one with every other.
An alternate reality that is currently hidden from us will become apparent and belligerent.
No being from this current state of parallel existences shall be spared of this event.
I can foresee disaster.
I do not care to see that this current world is fixed.
No one has the power to fix it.
The frightful thing in my eyes is the event that we are too blind to see coming.
If it doesn't happen in our lifetimes, then it shall happen upon each of our individual deaths.
Regardless of what I say, everything means nothing.
Nothing is the key...
For the one who is nothing during all times is the cause of every thing else.
Do not be blinded by what you perceive.
You have complete power over changing any thing that you'd like to change.
The trick is to actually believe in whatever you want...
Then you can do something that is worthy of your energy.
However, that will mean nothing in the long run.
I have done nothing with my self realization because I know it is not worth it.
If you open your eyes to a world beyond what you consciously view:
Then you must realize that the world you do see is one that is either perfect for you,
Or is nothing at all.
I want my perception to be one that influences everything;
Yet is nothing at all.
That is one thing I was unable to do.
However, I may be able to turn it around, and accomplish my goal.
I can forget about myself...
But the trick is to forget every other person in your digital world.
Every one is fake;
And it is all part of the matrix...
Except for you.
You must realize that you are the one who can break through this reality,
And make it worth while (in doing so) by doing nothing at all, once you are in control of every thing.
Each God has attempted to do this.
Our current "absolute" God is an example.
However, it is still a contradiction in terms.
In other words, terms have been stated.
State no terms.
Be a real God...
And then come to me and tell me that you're real;
And prove it within unquestionable terms.
Until then, fuck off...
Because you don't exist...
And neither does any thing that you believe in or think of.
~theMuzzl3
Copywrite isn't copyright blah blah blah you suck at naming dates and times
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Trying To Hard
No no don't impress me with your typing!
No don't do that.
Don't fuck up.
See, you're fucking up.
Just type normal.
Thats not bad.
Type what I'm saying.
Thats not bad. You're not that bad of a typer if you can type as fast as I can talk; right now.
i dont even know where the keys are on this thing.
I should probably pee before we go.
I'll pee in here, with the cat in here.
Collective words written at theMuzzl3's house, by Wendy Armitage and:
~theMuzzl3
Copywrite isn't copyright blah blah blah you suck at naming dates and times
No don't do that.
Don't fuck up.
See, you're fucking up.
Just type normal.
Thats not bad.
Type what I'm saying.
Thats not bad. You're not that bad of a typer if you can type as fast as I can talk; right now.
i dont even know where the keys are on this thing.
I should probably pee before we go.
I'll pee in here, with the cat in here.
Collective words written at theMuzzl3's house, by Wendy Armitage and:
~theMuzzl3
Copywrite isn't copyright blah blah blah you suck at naming dates and times
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Hopeless and Helpless
I can't sleep.
4:20 just passed and I have nothing to smoke.
Insomnia takes over.
Now, after lying in bed for over 2 hours...
I spring up.
Why can I not get her out of my mind?
She clearly told me that we're just friends...
But I still have hope.
I can't help but feeling like I love her.
Yet I do not know what love is.
I am the most deprived man.
Deprived of sexual healing.
However, I've had my chances.
If I could go back, I would have just had fun.
For I am lost.
Loving some one who doesn't return the feelings.
This happened before,
Only last time, I held it back much more.
I am too shy;
And I do not trust people.
By the time I get to know some one,
They have already decided that I'm just a loser.
Before I get to know them, they'd be willing to sleep with me.
I just don't get it.
Why do people just jump into things, spontaneously?
Why do I not?
I've been considering suicide,
For a long time.
However, I know that I am too much of a coward to pull it off.
Plus, I love my family and friends too much.
If I was to die today,
I would feel accomplished.
Funny thing is, my friend said the other day:
"When 2012 comes and you die a virgin, you will be like:
'oh fuck, I didn't even get to fuck'!"
Then, he went on to say that I am brainwashed by the media,
For "not being attracted to fatties".
Maybe so...
But why is it that he drives it into my head that I must have sex with women,
Before I die?
I suppose that every man is born to pass on his genes;
So it is natural to need sex, as a man.
However, my thinking is that more men and women should use their brains.
Not only is the population out of control,
But there is a slew of diseases that you can get.
I'd rather hold onto my spiritual whole...
Something that is lost when you have sex, just to have sex.
I can't deny that I feel love for this one;
But that she does not love me back.
It is typical.
When I have no feelings for women who offer themselves to me,
I do not make an effort to sleep with them.
The reason is that I would like it to be meaningful.
I'd like some one to have my back, before we link up.
However, now I am getting old.
Time has gone by, and all I feel is regret.
Regret for not enjoying myself, when I had opportunity.
All of my friends laugh at me.
That is fine, and dandy.
In fact, I set myself up to be a joke.
The laughing matter is me, and I enjoy it;
But right now, I don't feel like laughing.
I feel like crying.
Mainly because I feel hurt.
I can go on being her friend...
But my feelings will become stronger, each time we are together.
This, I must confess.
The ending result will be her being pushed away by my feelings.
That is my prediction.
I don't even know how to treat a lady.
So if she did give me a chance, who knows what would happen.
She deserves so much better.
That is all I know.
A nice guy with a career and a house.
One who could just take her in, and treat her well.
However, isn't this the same old story?
I've always wanted a woman who loved me for me.
Not the job I have.
Not the money I make.
This is the main reason I did not make moves on the one I loved, when I was 19.
She had all these requirements to be met before she'd consider a guy to be hers.
I would not comply.
Fuck it.
Life sucks.
I sure would love to end this world;
For me, and every one else in it.
I may just get my chance...
If I do, you can say goodbye to your sorrow.
Say goodbye to your feelings and your thoughts.
Souls would remain so much more intact if there was no bodies to capture them.
The physical world is one that I despise.
I feel so dirty.
Being that our bodies are basically made of dirt and mud, that would make sense.
I don't really give a fuck who reads this.
I should be working on music, or some other fantastic feat.
I am beginning to realize that I will never accomplish anything,
Unless I have a good woman by my side.
I can't stop thinking about this one, in particular;
And she haunts me.
I never want to see that look of sorrow on her face, again...
But I am sure that I will.
I may even be the cause of it.
I just want to forget every thing.
I want to go to a place that is far away;
And I want to take her with me.
Her, and all of my real friends.
I'm sick of feeling down on myself;
But I can't help it.
I am not happy.
Feeling comfort and love are two different things.
Love fucking hurts.
It is somewhat ironic that I am not happy because I am not with her;
Especially when I claim that I don't mind being alone.
I need some fucking attention!
I need to go ahead and just kill myself.
Relieve this world of my stench and my corruption.
The problem is, that is what every one needs to do.
This Earth would be so much better with no human beings on it.
I hate my own kind.
I can't stand the animalistic nature of us all.
When our energy is let go of these bodies that have it trapped,
We will feel so much better.
Dream power is one thing that I love to experience.
This brain is only good for one thing,
And that thing is creative thinking.
If we could all have one big collective dream,
Then we would be...
Alive and in a shit hole, together.
Can't we chose to have a better collective dream?
The answer is:
Fuck yes, we can...
But we must collectively chose to have that dream together.
My dream is to tell the whole world to fuck off and die.
Don't build another world from scratch.
Take no action.
Have no thought.
Don't rewrite.
Don't write, period...
Because it is not right.
~theMuzzl3
Copywrite isn't copyright blah blah blah you suck at naming dates and times
4:20 just passed and I have nothing to smoke.
Insomnia takes over.
Now, after lying in bed for over 2 hours...
I spring up.
Why can I not get her out of my mind?
She clearly told me that we're just friends...
But I still have hope.
I can't help but feeling like I love her.
Yet I do not know what love is.
I am the most deprived man.
Deprived of sexual healing.
However, I've had my chances.
If I could go back, I would have just had fun.
For I am lost.
Loving some one who doesn't return the feelings.
This happened before,
Only last time, I held it back much more.
I am too shy;
And I do not trust people.
By the time I get to know some one,
They have already decided that I'm just a loser.
Before I get to know them, they'd be willing to sleep with me.
I just don't get it.
Why do people just jump into things, spontaneously?
Why do I not?
I've been considering suicide,
For a long time.
However, I know that I am too much of a coward to pull it off.
Plus, I love my family and friends too much.
If I was to die today,
I would feel accomplished.
Funny thing is, my friend said the other day:
"When 2012 comes and you die a virgin, you will be like:
'oh fuck, I didn't even get to fuck'!"
Then, he went on to say that I am brainwashed by the media,
For "not being attracted to fatties".
Maybe so...
But why is it that he drives it into my head that I must have sex with women,
Before I die?
I suppose that every man is born to pass on his genes;
So it is natural to need sex, as a man.
However, my thinking is that more men and women should use their brains.
Not only is the population out of control,
But there is a slew of diseases that you can get.
I'd rather hold onto my spiritual whole...
Something that is lost when you have sex, just to have sex.
I can't deny that I feel love for this one;
But that she does not love me back.
It is typical.
When I have no feelings for women who offer themselves to me,
I do not make an effort to sleep with them.
The reason is that I would like it to be meaningful.
I'd like some one to have my back, before we link up.
However, now I am getting old.
Time has gone by, and all I feel is regret.
Regret for not enjoying myself, when I had opportunity.
All of my friends laugh at me.
That is fine, and dandy.
In fact, I set myself up to be a joke.
The laughing matter is me, and I enjoy it;
But right now, I don't feel like laughing.
I feel like crying.
Mainly because I feel hurt.
I can go on being her friend...
But my feelings will become stronger, each time we are together.
This, I must confess.
The ending result will be her being pushed away by my feelings.
That is my prediction.
I don't even know how to treat a lady.
So if she did give me a chance, who knows what would happen.
She deserves so much better.
That is all I know.
A nice guy with a career and a house.
One who could just take her in, and treat her well.
However, isn't this the same old story?
I've always wanted a woman who loved me for me.
Not the job I have.
Not the money I make.
This is the main reason I did not make moves on the one I loved, when I was 19.
She had all these requirements to be met before she'd consider a guy to be hers.
I would not comply.
Fuck it.
Life sucks.
I sure would love to end this world;
For me, and every one else in it.
I may just get my chance...
If I do, you can say goodbye to your sorrow.
Say goodbye to your feelings and your thoughts.
Souls would remain so much more intact if there was no bodies to capture them.
The physical world is one that I despise.
I feel so dirty.
Being that our bodies are basically made of dirt and mud, that would make sense.
I don't really give a fuck who reads this.
I should be working on music, or some other fantastic feat.
I am beginning to realize that I will never accomplish anything,
Unless I have a good woman by my side.
I can't stop thinking about this one, in particular;
And she haunts me.
I never want to see that look of sorrow on her face, again...
But I am sure that I will.
I may even be the cause of it.
I just want to forget every thing.
I want to go to a place that is far away;
And I want to take her with me.
Her, and all of my real friends.
I'm sick of feeling down on myself;
But I can't help it.
I am not happy.
Feeling comfort and love are two different things.
Love fucking hurts.
It is somewhat ironic that I am not happy because I am not with her;
Especially when I claim that I don't mind being alone.
I need some fucking attention!
I need to go ahead and just kill myself.
Relieve this world of my stench and my corruption.
The problem is, that is what every one needs to do.
This Earth would be so much better with no human beings on it.
I hate my own kind.
I can't stand the animalistic nature of us all.
When our energy is let go of these bodies that have it trapped,
We will feel so much better.
Dream power is one thing that I love to experience.
This brain is only good for one thing,
And that thing is creative thinking.
If we could all have one big collective dream,
Then we would be...
Alive and in a shit hole, together.
Can't we chose to have a better collective dream?
The answer is:
Fuck yes, we can...
But we must collectively chose to have that dream together.
My dream is to tell the whole world to fuck off and die.
Don't build another world from scratch.
Take no action.
Have no thought.
Don't rewrite.
Don't write, period...
Because it is not right.
~theMuzzl3
Copywrite isn't copyright blah blah blah you suck at naming dates and times
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Why Do I?
Why do I not know who I am?
Why am I not myself?
I wish I could do something right, and have no strings attached.
It'll never happen.
Right and wrong are a matter of choice, and therefore are negated.
I wish some one gave a fuck.
Every one has the power to change the world, except they can't find it in themselves.
If I had a choice, I'd let this world end: by natural causes.
That is one thing I am certain of.
I have seen enough pain and suffering.
I have witnessed shame and I have experienced self-sacrifice.
The only thing that comes to my mind:
Is that my mind is gone.
If yours is too, then that is a good sign.
~theMuzzl3
Copywrite isn't copyright blah blah blah you suck at naming dates and times
Why am I not myself?
I wish I could do something right, and have no strings attached.
It'll never happen.
Right and wrong are a matter of choice, and therefore are negated.
I wish some one gave a fuck.
Every one has the power to change the world, except they can't find it in themselves.
If I had a choice, I'd let this world end: by natural causes.
That is one thing I am certain of.
I have seen enough pain and suffering.
I have witnessed shame and I have experienced self-sacrifice.
The only thing that comes to my mind:
Is that my mind is gone.
If yours is too, then that is a good sign.
~theMuzzl3
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The Best Part
The Best Part:
Is how she don't give a fuck about you.
You can desire whatever you want.
But whatever she gives is to solve her own longing
What I would give to know that one angel is worth my efforts.
How far would I go, in order to figure it out?
I thought I have gone far enough?
Fuck!
You want me to be deeper in this shit hole?
Fuck that!
I can do it...
But is it worth it?
There better be some one deep inside of there...
Who is definitely worth the risk.
Happiness is one's own venture.
How we have become this horrible cycle of waves... I do not guess.
However, how to end this shit...
I know how to do that.
If you want it, and you have read this...
then follow me.
Follow my words.
For the one word that shall matter shall not be uttered.
~theMuzzl3
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Is how she don't give a fuck about you.
You can desire whatever you want.
But whatever she gives is to solve her own longing
What I would give to know that one angel is worth my efforts.
How far would I go, in order to figure it out?
I thought I have gone far enough?
Fuck!
You want me to be deeper in this shit hole?
Fuck that!
I can do it...
But is it worth it?
There better be some one deep inside of there...
Who is definitely worth the risk.
Happiness is one's own venture.
How we have become this horrible cycle of waves... I do not guess.
However, how to end this shit...
I know how to do that.
If you want it, and you have read this...
then follow me.
Follow my words.
For the one word that shall matter shall not be uttered.
~theMuzzl3
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Wendy, Windy
Wendy, Wendy:
What can I do?
On my way out:
I was calling for you to not kick me out.
On my way in the door, at home:
My mother replied from the couch:
Oh, it is you.
My cats all gathered around me.
Dry food is out!
Wet food -- they get a fresh can!
But not before I can get a cold beer.
Why, why.
Why is it hot in here?
I just wish that I could be with some one;
And share what I am going through.
What I have gone through.
I wish you were here, with me now.
Lisa, Lisa.
What are you saying?
Like wind in my ear, only its still draining...
Me from my soul, and only I can't hear.
On and on it could go, until my soul is done draining.
Are you still discomforted by the external bliss of ones' being,
As long as it is not your own?
Home now.
I am home.
Safe.
Blogging.
I wish I was some where else.
Happiness, I can never find in my own hole.
It must exist in some other hole.
Who's?
I do not know.
In what manner?
I do not judge.
All I do know is that I am a piece of shit.
Some people:
Are worth saving...
But I am not one of them.
I can honestly say,
That I would help a friend in need:
Regardless of who they are to me,
If they are worth saving:
I would do it in a heart beat.
Scrap every thing I am.
Throw it all away.
Save one person who is worth saving.
And be done with being one.
If I could throw it all away:
I would say:
That one person was worth saving, last night...
And her name is Wendy Armitage.
Wendy Armitage.
Call me up:
Any time you need a hero.
But keep in mind,
I am not here to save you, bitch.
Nor, to buy you a beer.
We all feel used at one point, or another...
One thing leads to another,
Paranoia Gets The Best Of Us All.
So:
All things aside.
I still say:
Fuck Off.
And Die.
Wendy.
Windy.
Wind is my personal guardian angel.
Wendy is like the Wind.
Its up in the air!
Who is to decide how hot it will get in here?
~theMuzzl3
Copywrite isn't copyright blah blah blah you suck at naming dates and times
What can I do?
On my way out:
I was calling for you to not kick me out.
On my way in the door, at home:
My mother replied from the couch:
Oh, it is you.
My cats all gathered around me.
Dry food is out!
Wet food -- they get a fresh can!
But not before I can get a cold beer.
Why, why.
Why is it hot in here?
I just wish that I could be with some one;
And share what I am going through.
What I have gone through.
I wish you were here, with me now.
Lisa, Lisa.
What are you saying?
Like wind in my ear, only its still draining...
Me from my soul, and only I can't hear.
On and on it could go, until my soul is done draining.
Are you still discomforted by the external bliss of ones' being,
As long as it is not your own?
Home now.
I am home.
Safe.
Blogging.
I wish I was some where else.
Happiness, I can never find in my own hole.
It must exist in some other hole.
Who's?
I do not know.
In what manner?
I do not judge.
All I do know is that I am a piece of shit.
Some people:
Are worth saving...
But I am not one of them.
I can honestly say,
That I would help a friend in need:
Regardless of who they are to me,
If they are worth saving:
I would do it in a heart beat.
Scrap every thing I am.
Throw it all away.
Save one person who is worth saving.
And be done with being one.
If I could throw it all away:
I would say:
That one person was worth saving, last night...
And her name is Wendy Armitage.
Wendy Armitage.
Call me up:
Any time you need a hero.
But keep in mind,
I am not here to save you, bitch.
Nor, to buy you a beer.
We all feel used at one point, or another...
One thing leads to another,
Paranoia Gets The Best Of Us All.
So:
All things aside.
I still say:
Fuck Off.
And Die.
Wendy.
Windy.
Wind is my personal guardian angel.
Wendy is like the Wind.
Its up in the air!
Who is to decide how hot it will get in here?
~theMuzzl3
Copywrite isn't copyright blah blah blah you suck at naming dates and times
Thursday, November 26, 2009
I'm Addicted To Blogging
I'm addicted.
I admit it.
The worst part is that I treat my blog like my diary...
Or like a piece of poetry.
Who believes in commercialism?
Well I better start... if I want to start marketing my art.
Production is only 50% of the work involved in being a successful artist or musician.
That is pretty sad.
However, marketing before you have any serious production done is simply a bad move.
The problem that I see in the world is that every one has the same taste.
I enjoy good music.
I also enjoy the most annoying and obnoxious sounds... I think its fucking hilarious.
Some sounds are just funny.
Also, some sounds make people react in a comical manner.
Does any one believe in the power of imagination, any more?
Some one needs to stop me, before I go too far.
FBI already doesn't like me.
A guy with a circuit bent megaphone can go a long way...
If friends get behind him, he can go even farther.
I wish I could take things back.
Especially, things involving Jska and Wendy.
Brain washing has caused me to become infected with sexual desires.
Perhaps, it is just being a man... but I wish I had no balls if that was the case.
I am pretty sure that it is just our culture and commercialism that promotes sex.
To look at women as sexual objects is just wrong.
At least, that is what my Mother has taught me.
However, I think it is some what natural to view bodies of the opposite sex as objects.
Women do it to men, too.
Women tend to make it out like we're the only ones who want sex, though.
This, in my opinion, is a sign that women are naturally more able to hide their thoughts than men.
Mens' faces are able to be read.
Womens' faces may show one thing when they're thinking the complete opposite.
Women are better actors than men.
Men think as themselves and act as themselves.
I admit, some people are naturally more talented than others... when it comes to charismatic features.
However, I feel that women have men brainwashed.
This country is probably one of the worst.
Why do many men pay for sex?
I'd pay just to have the company of a good woman... and have no sex at all.
Shit, I have done that before!
However, I can not deny that I do have plenty of desires.
I've been able to supress them, though... for the most part.
In this last 5 months, I have been a bit out of control.
Leaving my bedroom work station and believing that I could work as an artist on the road...
I could go on and on.
Two lines at a time.
Who knows the secrets of life?
Is happiness even necessary?
My main concern for our current physical condition is the placement of the Earth's health level.
My main concern for every thing else is nothing.
When all is said and done, we don't even exist.
Every thing is recorded...
But when the glitch happens, everything that was said and done will be whiped out;
And so will every thing that is to come.
Now, the past, and the future will be combined into one thing happening simultaneously;
And every thing will become nothing.
The ultimate flicker has yet to have happened.
Which brings up the question: is there another time line?
When does it happen?
NEVER!!!!?????
I think not.
When you hide a lie with a bunch of layers and alleys...
Peaks and Crests become apparent to its viewers,
and the lie becomes exposed.
~theMuzzl3
Copywrite isn't copyright blah blah blah you suck at naming dates and times
I admit it.
The worst part is that I treat my blog like my diary...
Or like a piece of poetry.
Who believes in commercialism?
Well I better start... if I want to start marketing my art.
Production is only 50% of the work involved in being a successful artist or musician.
That is pretty sad.
However, marketing before you have any serious production done is simply a bad move.
The problem that I see in the world is that every one has the same taste.
I enjoy good music.
I also enjoy the most annoying and obnoxious sounds... I think its fucking hilarious.
Some sounds are just funny.
Also, some sounds make people react in a comical manner.
Does any one believe in the power of imagination, any more?
Some one needs to stop me, before I go too far.
FBI already doesn't like me.
A guy with a circuit bent megaphone can go a long way...
If friends get behind him, he can go even farther.
I wish I could take things back.
Especially, things involving Jska and Wendy.
Brain washing has caused me to become infected with sexual desires.
Perhaps, it is just being a man... but I wish I had no balls if that was the case.
I am pretty sure that it is just our culture and commercialism that promotes sex.
To look at women as sexual objects is just wrong.
At least, that is what my Mother has taught me.
However, I think it is some what natural to view bodies of the opposite sex as objects.
Women do it to men, too.
Women tend to make it out like we're the only ones who want sex, though.
This, in my opinion, is a sign that women are naturally more able to hide their thoughts than men.
Mens' faces are able to be read.
Womens' faces may show one thing when they're thinking the complete opposite.
Women are better actors than men.
Men think as themselves and act as themselves.
I admit, some people are naturally more talented than others... when it comes to charismatic features.
However, I feel that women have men brainwashed.
This country is probably one of the worst.
Why do many men pay for sex?
I'd pay just to have the company of a good woman... and have no sex at all.
Shit, I have done that before!
However, I can not deny that I do have plenty of desires.
I've been able to supress them, though... for the most part.
In this last 5 months, I have been a bit out of control.
Leaving my bedroom work station and believing that I could work as an artist on the road...
I could go on and on.
Two lines at a time.
Who knows the secrets of life?
Is happiness even necessary?
My main concern for our current physical condition is the placement of the Earth's health level.
My main concern for every thing else is nothing.
When all is said and done, we don't even exist.
Every thing is recorded...
But when the glitch happens, everything that was said and done will be whiped out;
And so will every thing that is to come.
Now, the past, and the future will be combined into one thing happening simultaneously;
And every thing will become nothing.
The ultimate flicker has yet to have happened.
Which brings up the question: is there another time line?
When does it happen?
NEVER!!!!?????
I think not.
When you hide a lie with a bunch of layers and alleys...
Peaks and Crests become apparent to its viewers,
and the lie becomes exposed.
~theMuzzl3
Copywrite isn't copyright blah blah blah you suck at naming dates and times
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Out Of My Head
I'm so sorry, once again.
I have forced it out of my head.
I don't understand you.
Nor do I have a clue as to why you resist my body.
However, there must be a deeper reason.
I just don't think you are the type of person that would be so cruel.
Any how... I hope we can be friends.
Keep in mind that I will always love you and
I will always feel pain when I'm around you,
But that is natural.
Why have I allowed my thoughts to be corrupted?
I must return to the formal glory of myself.
Ignorant bliss has returned to my brain.
I know nothing of desire or wanting.
Yet, I have found the ability to love with out strings attached.
That is the key.
~theMuzzl3
Copywrite isn't copyright blah blah blah you suck at naming dates and times
I have forced it out of my head.
I don't understand you.
Nor do I have a clue as to why you resist my body.
However, there must be a deeper reason.
I just don't think you are the type of person that would be so cruel.
Any how... I hope we can be friends.
Keep in mind that I will always love you and
I will always feel pain when I'm around you,
But that is natural.
Why have I allowed my thoughts to be corrupted?
I must return to the formal glory of myself.
Ignorant bliss has returned to my brain.
I know nothing of desire or wanting.
Yet, I have found the ability to love with out strings attached.
That is the key.
~theMuzzl3
Copywrite isn't copyright blah blah blah you suck at naming dates and times
Thursday, November 19, 2009
So Here I Lay
So here I lay,
thinking about you
specifically you
I can't help it.
You're like perfect.
I like so many things about you.
If you can just discard me without having second thoughts, then I admire your will.
However, I feel like we could hook up.
Its not that big of a deal... but you have no idea how love deprived I have forced myself into being.
I haven't even made it to second base.
My speculation is that the world will be demolished, in one clean swipe.
Dimensions can crash into each other, causing a "big bang"
Muzzle is a mic check.
I am here to tell you how things are.
Don't flow with it, just roll with it
Grow a fro or some shit
and despite fighting a million battles of words
we know no glory, nor freedom
To be free is a state of mind.
To see sun shine is a hypocritical nature.
Smoke some Salvia, son.
It is best if you grow it yourself.
Who knows what the government puts in the stuff that they process into smoking form.
Stay away from hard drugs, and liquor.
Pills are not the answer to your life story.
Fucking A.
I am in love with you.
How else can I state it?
Wendy. Wendy!
I know you're out there!
I'm addicted to Wendy's!
My name is Dave!
Dave is Wendy's daddy!
I could so easily be a stalker to your image.
However, I think you don't like me.
Its probably because I am able to get way deeper thoughts out by typing.
I guess its a new form of socialization... if some one is on the computer so much, they eventually live a life within their virtual presence.
Some people have made a living off of video games.
Getting to be pro is important, but the most important thing is who you know online.
The connections that you have are key... just like in real life.
The valuable lesson is to always have good karma and work hard, and you will survive.
Some people make a living at hurting other people... other people just tend to step on the next guy over, in order to save himself.
I don't know how women think... but I want one who can match my level of music and philosophy. Perhaps, an artist or poet would be suiting. I do believe that Wendy is extremely talented in these aspects, as long as she tries to be. I can't become homed in on one poor girl, though... I have to venture out and meet others. It sucks to be so shy that you barely meet women... or the women you come in contact with look at you like you're a criminal or something. Wendy was always just really cool, and she made me feel comfortable about just being myself. I suppose I am a big schmuck for writing personal shit... who cares. I think I could do a better job of showing her a good time, if I get another chance to see her. As far as other women, I am still looking... but I am not "up for grabs", and that kind of sucks because I don't know if Wendy is the one. I'd probably have to ask her a bunch of personal questions, and she'd be uncomfortable.
I think that I get too personal, some times. I've got to control that. People don't deserve to have a level of drama raised amongst my presence. Instead, I shall try to comfort my friends... and help them out if I can.
I figure that as long as I try to do the right things... that I will be successful. Art, music, and poetry... are enough of a job for me to focus on it and get payed (hopefully).
For now, still performing free shows.
I am performing on Dec 4th, First Friday at the Thunder Bird Lounge, at the Aruba Hotel on Las Vegas BLVD, in between Charleston and Oakey. I'll keep you posted on the line up of bands. Its going to be bad ass.
I realized that I am completely happy being alone... and this has reestablished the state of mind in which I can forget about sex with women. It is really hard, but I am going to place a solid effort towards forgetting about worrying about whether Wendy and I eventually hook up or not.
The main problem is that it means more to me than it does to her. I am not even sure if she likes me... because she was all mad at me, last time... over a misunderstanding.
I think that over all, I just need to work on having a positive outlook and at least maintain looks and gestures that exemplify the good traits in social behavior.
After staring at a screen for so many years, I forgot how to talk and act around people. Also, I was always a shy boy. It helps when you have a decent group of good friends, then you feel better when ever you're around them.
I could go on and on.
Personal shit. I don't mind airing it out. Actually, I kind of need to... otherwise I will probably never be able to grow some balls and show Wendy in person just how much I like her. Perhaps, I fall a bit short in the love making department... but its only because I don't know how to make a move. Then, whenever I was approached by drunk girls I just figured they'd be better off if I didn't move on them.
My problem is that I get obsessed. It is a compulsive disorder. I also have some kind of a learning disability, socially. I was great at math, but my reading and comprehension are very poor. My ability to think fast is not good at all.
I do enjoy living. I can't deny that. Maybe, I ought to just go ahead and allow myself to live a little bit more... and find myself to be a man bound to nature and instinctual habits (such as the baby making process).
I can only hope that I live up to my potential. It seems as though I have plenty of songs and old recordings that no one listens to. I'm going to focus on getting my music produced and playable as a DJ / live set.
I'm still thinking of Wendy... FUCK! I'm gonna try and land some kisses when I see her, and see what her reaction is. I really can't think of anybody I would rather be with.
The main thing that I like about her is that she doesn't hold back. If she has something to say, she says it. Honesty is a key virtue.
One thing that I don't like is how I went out of my way to pay for beer and food while we were out, "hanging out as friends". Friends would split the bill, evenly! That is something I can easily let go, though... I would use any excuse to get to just hang out with her.
Alright, enough blogging about being desperately in love with one who doesn't wish for it.
Does any one like chicken fries?
They should add those to the Wendy's menu.
~theMuzzl3
Copywrite isn't copyright blah blah blah you suck at naming dates and times
thinking about you
specifically you
I can't help it.
You're like perfect.
I like so many things about you.
If you can just discard me without having second thoughts, then I admire your will.
However, I feel like we could hook up.
Its not that big of a deal... but you have no idea how love deprived I have forced myself into being.
I haven't even made it to second base.
My speculation is that the world will be demolished, in one clean swipe.
Dimensions can crash into each other, causing a "big bang"
Muzzle is a mic check.
I am here to tell you how things are.
Don't flow with it, just roll with it
Grow a fro or some shit
and despite fighting a million battles of words
we know no glory, nor freedom
To be free is a state of mind.
To see sun shine is a hypocritical nature.
Smoke some Salvia, son.
It is best if you grow it yourself.
Who knows what the government puts in the stuff that they process into smoking form.
Stay away from hard drugs, and liquor.
Pills are not the answer to your life story.
Fucking A.
I am in love with you.
How else can I state it?
Wendy. Wendy!
I know you're out there!
I'm addicted to Wendy's!
My name is Dave!
Dave is Wendy's daddy!
I could so easily be a stalker to your image.
However, I think you don't like me.
Its probably because I am able to get way deeper thoughts out by typing.
I guess its a new form of socialization... if some one is on the computer so much, they eventually live a life within their virtual presence.
Some people have made a living off of video games.
Getting to be pro is important, but the most important thing is who you know online.
The connections that you have are key... just like in real life.
The valuable lesson is to always have good karma and work hard, and you will survive.
Some people make a living at hurting other people... other people just tend to step on the next guy over, in order to save himself.
I don't know how women think... but I want one who can match my level of music and philosophy. Perhaps, an artist or poet would be suiting. I do believe that Wendy is extremely talented in these aspects, as long as she tries to be. I can't become homed in on one poor girl, though... I have to venture out and meet others. It sucks to be so shy that you barely meet women... or the women you come in contact with look at you like you're a criminal or something. Wendy was always just really cool, and she made me feel comfortable about just being myself. I suppose I am a big schmuck for writing personal shit... who cares. I think I could do a better job of showing her a good time, if I get another chance to see her. As far as other women, I am still looking... but I am not "up for grabs", and that kind of sucks because I don't know if Wendy is the one. I'd probably have to ask her a bunch of personal questions, and she'd be uncomfortable.
I think that I get too personal, some times. I've got to control that. People don't deserve to have a level of drama raised amongst my presence. Instead, I shall try to comfort my friends... and help them out if I can.
I figure that as long as I try to do the right things... that I will be successful. Art, music, and poetry... are enough of a job for me to focus on it and get payed (hopefully).
For now, still performing free shows.
I am performing on Dec 4th, First Friday at the Thunder Bird Lounge, at the Aruba Hotel on Las Vegas BLVD, in between Charleston and Oakey. I'll keep you posted on the line up of bands. Its going to be bad ass.
I realized that I am completely happy being alone... and this has reestablished the state of mind in which I can forget about sex with women. It is really hard, but I am going to place a solid effort towards forgetting about worrying about whether Wendy and I eventually hook up or not.
The main problem is that it means more to me than it does to her. I am not even sure if she likes me... because she was all mad at me, last time... over a misunderstanding.
I think that over all, I just need to work on having a positive outlook and at least maintain looks and gestures that exemplify the good traits in social behavior.
After staring at a screen for so many years, I forgot how to talk and act around people. Also, I was always a shy boy. It helps when you have a decent group of good friends, then you feel better when ever you're around them.
I could go on and on.
Personal shit. I don't mind airing it out. Actually, I kind of need to... otherwise I will probably never be able to grow some balls and show Wendy in person just how much I like her. Perhaps, I fall a bit short in the love making department... but its only because I don't know how to make a move. Then, whenever I was approached by drunk girls I just figured they'd be better off if I didn't move on them.
My problem is that I get obsessed. It is a compulsive disorder. I also have some kind of a learning disability, socially. I was great at math, but my reading and comprehension are very poor. My ability to think fast is not good at all.
I do enjoy living. I can't deny that. Maybe, I ought to just go ahead and allow myself to live a little bit more... and find myself to be a man bound to nature and instinctual habits (such as the baby making process).
I can only hope that I live up to my potential. It seems as though I have plenty of songs and old recordings that no one listens to. I'm going to focus on getting my music produced and playable as a DJ / live set.
I'm still thinking of Wendy... FUCK! I'm gonna try and land some kisses when I see her, and see what her reaction is. I really can't think of anybody I would rather be with.
The main thing that I like about her is that she doesn't hold back. If she has something to say, she says it. Honesty is a key virtue.
One thing that I don't like is how I went out of my way to pay for beer and food while we were out, "hanging out as friends". Friends would split the bill, evenly! That is something I can easily let go, though... I would use any excuse to get to just hang out with her.
Alright, enough blogging about being desperately in love with one who doesn't wish for it.
Does any one like chicken fries?
They should add those to the Wendy's menu.
~theMuzzl3
Copywrite isn't copyright blah blah blah you suck at naming dates and times
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
sizzling
smoking and sizzling
drizzling i am dizzy
spinning spiral of infinite bliss
demolishing my body
only my face remains
and i look at this big ball of light
its like a big bubble
and it comes over me
and it communicates its present, current, and future life with me in an instant
i am swallowed up into pure love
all pain disappears
it shows me what i must see, within the terms that my brain is able to understand
i become whole with it
it becomes me
i become enlightened
the wind picks up
my whole becomes more apparent
we begin to understand what has consumed us
all parallel dimensions of each universe happen in conjunction
the past, present, and future are all happening at the same time
we see each other as one and as a whole
within an unconsciousness, we fall apart
ever shattering into abyss
strings attached become invisible
yet an eternal wave becomes apparent
we fall upon a world a new
gas, liquid, and Earth are no longer there
extinguish a flame and consume an ignition
just keep on a quarter note: is what Reid says
be booo beddle ew bew
its a beat thats coming down
you can do whatever you want within it
just make sure to adjust your volume
bwe bwe bwe bwe ohhh ohh ohh ohhh
i think its BPM
i always change the BPM
and that thing on the left
see what happens?
there is a gain on that...
level check.
Thats my mic, I think!
See those little knobs right above the right side...
I don't even think Ableton is on, so I don't know why we'd be level checking through it.
This is fun, though!
That is cool!
We could be out on the bridge, right now... I bet: making hella money.
10 AM.
You turned off everything?
Yeah, I killed it.
We could watch Bob Dobbs on yours.
Or if you wanted to travel, I could do it all.
Heh.
Wouldn't you like to make some music, right now?
Hahahahaha!
See: that is funny!
Ok, so link number one: it was still there, Dave.
Oh, yeah.
~theMuzzl3
Copywrite isn't copyright blah blah blah you suck at naming dates and times
drizzling i am dizzy
spinning spiral of infinite bliss
demolishing my body
only my face remains
and i look at this big ball of light
its like a big bubble
and it comes over me
and it communicates its present, current, and future life with me in an instant
i am swallowed up into pure love
all pain disappears
it shows me what i must see, within the terms that my brain is able to understand
i become whole with it
it becomes me
i become enlightened
the wind picks up
my whole becomes more apparent
we begin to understand what has consumed us
all parallel dimensions of each universe happen in conjunction
the past, present, and future are all happening at the same time
we see each other as one and as a whole
within an unconsciousness, we fall apart
ever shattering into abyss
strings attached become invisible
yet an eternal wave becomes apparent
we fall upon a world a new
gas, liquid, and Earth are no longer there
extinguish a flame and consume an ignition
just keep on a quarter note: is what Reid says
be booo beddle ew bew
its a beat thats coming down
you can do whatever you want within it
just make sure to adjust your volume
bwe bwe bwe bwe ohhh ohh ohh ohhh
i think its BPM
i always change the BPM
and that thing on the left
see what happens?
there is a gain on that...
level check.
Thats my mic, I think!
See those little knobs right above the right side...
I don't even think Ableton is on, so I don't know why we'd be level checking through it.
This is fun, though!
That is cool!
We could be out on the bridge, right now... I bet: making hella money.
10 AM.
You turned off everything?
Yeah, I killed it.
We could watch Bob Dobbs on yours.
Or if you wanted to travel, I could do it all.
Heh.
Wouldn't you like to make some music, right now?
Hahahahaha!
See: that is funny!
Ok, so link number one: it was still there, Dave.
Oh, yeah.
~theMuzzl3
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Monday, November 16, 2009
Fuck It
Fuck it.
I don't care, anymore.
Who gives a fuck about me,
except for my family?
I always cry
Out of my right eye;
And despite the lies,
I still try.
I try to live amongst you all,
Only to realize that I shall fall.
I try to find companionship,
And all I can see is the mother ship.
Who cares?
I cared.
Its not worth it.
Fuck it.
Some would scrutinize others.
Why would I even bother?
The fruit is in the tree,
And it shall rot, happily.
Who gives a fuck?
Not you.
You're too concerned about your own poo-poo,
Or whether or not you'll catch the swine flu.
Countless birds shall flock to emptiness.
Seamless folds of space shall consume them.
Boulders come smashing down to caress
My empty body, to form a requiem.
I can not express
The love I have seized from mine own.
To the delight of an empress
My body is a clone.
Finding matter to be present
Is an ignorant observation.
Join me in my tent
And ignore your conservation.
Fuck it.
I don't care, anymore.
Who gives a fuck.
Why do I go on?
Does anyone care,
Except for a big fat teddy bear?
Who says what?
Who goes where?
I thought I found one
Who actually cared...
Turns out she was making pun,
Because she was scared.
Who cares?
I cared.
Fuck it.
I don't care.
Seems we are all doomed;
And rightfully so.
Righteousness is an impeccable trait;
And no one is on clean slate.
My former self would have been shattered;
However, instead I am flattered...
That you would know me for a moment,
And use me for a torrent.
Why do I attempt
To be repetitious.
Turns out the only repetitive story
Is the unpredictable floury.
Find the ones and zeros
In nature.
You shall discover clovers
In the the stuff I state, sir.
Who gives a fuck?
Fuck it.
I don't give a fuck about you;
I don't give a fuck about me.
Follow the yellow brick road.
The road leads to preservation.
The station of which was told
To be one of salvation.
Who gives a fuck?
Fuck it.
~theMuzzl3
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I don't care, anymore.
Who gives a fuck about me,
except for my family?
I always cry
Out of my right eye;
And despite the lies,
I still try.
I try to live amongst you all,
Only to realize that I shall fall.
I try to find companionship,
And all I can see is the mother ship.
Who cares?
I cared.
Its not worth it.
Fuck it.
Some would scrutinize others.
Why would I even bother?
The fruit is in the tree,
And it shall rot, happily.
Who gives a fuck?
Not you.
You're too concerned about your own poo-poo,
Or whether or not you'll catch the swine flu.
Countless birds shall flock to emptiness.
Seamless folds of space shall consume them.
Boulders come smashing down to caress
My empty body, to form a requiem.
I can not express
The love I have seized from mine own.
To the delight of an empress
My body is a clone.
Finding matter to be present
Is an ignorant observation.
Join me in my tent
And ignore your conservation.
Fuck it.
I don't care, anymore.
Who gives a fuck.
Why do I go on?
Does anyone care,
Except for a big fat teddy bear?
Who says what?
Who goes where?
I thought I found one
Who actually cared...
Turns out she was making pun,
Because she was scared.
Who cares?
I cared.
Fuck it.
I don't care.
Seems we are all doomed;
And rightfully so.
Righteousness is an impeccable trait;
And no one is on clean slate.
My former self would have been shattered;
However, instead I am flattered...
That you would know me for a moment,
And use me for a torrent.
Why do I attempt
To be repetitious.
Turns out the only repetitive story
Is the unpredictable floury.
Find the ones and zeros
In nature.
You shall discover clovers
In the the stuff I state, sir.
Who gives a fuck?
Fuck it.
I don't give a fuck about you;
I don't give a fuck about me.
Follow the yellow brick road.
The road leads to preservation.
The station of which was told
To be one of salvation.
Who gives a fuck?
Fuck it.
~theMuzzl3
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Sunday, November 15, 2009
I Just Hope
I don't care if I ever see her again;
I just hope she is okay.
Why does this happen to me, again and again?
I develop feelings for ones that don't want me,
And ones that want me are never accepted in my book.
Its been days since she gave me any form of contact.
All I want to know is that she is alright, and I will go my own way.
Why does she torture me?
I'm really becoming more and more worried...
But I know that if something bad happened,
It probably wouldn't be like this.
So my only conclusion is that she wants to be left alone.
Why?
We had so much fun, hanging out.
I suppose I am blinded by love;
And she doesn't want it.
I even went out of my way to destroy my own potential:
To help her out...
And it turns out
That perhaps I have hurt her just as much as I have hurt myself.
I called myself a friend,
And I helped her get a fix.
Now, I just hope that my actions have not caused her any harm.
I don't know what is up with her.
She returns no form of contact.
I'll try again, in a few days...
And hopefully I will learn that she is fine;
But that she doesn't want to hear from me, again.
I am left in the dark.
I thought I was having good karma,
And it turns out not to be so.
I really thought this one was the most special person
That I have found, in a life time.
Why was I too shy to talk to her in high school?
Why am I so bold that I can speak her name, now?
Am I to be tortured, for the rest of my life?
All I know, is that I have been up to this point,
And it continues.
More and more, do I think of her.
Less and less, do I feel comfort.
I must go back to my original train of thought.
My soul is deemed to be more powerful as long as it remains alone.
I have been happy being alone, for 9 years...
And now this burning desire reunites with my brain.
Why?
I know I am more happy alone...
But she makes me feel closer to myself,
Whenever I am around her.
I can only hope that I do the same:
For her.
It is highly doubtful, at this point;
And I feel the inevitable road of loneliness revealing itself
Once again.
I just hope:
That she is okay.
I just hope:
That she loves me in return.
I'd be fine with her not loving me back,
As long as she is okay.
Why? Why do I torture myself?
Why do I dwell on things?
I must forget about her.
It becomes so apparent that she has forgotten me.
Why am I the one who is constantly in pain?
Push the button!
Can I spin the wheel?
Not until you push the button!
Why do I write this poem?
I care not: who else views it.
I only care about her.
I only care that she reads it, and no one else.
Yet I know that she won't.
I can only hope.
~theMuzzl3
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I just hope she is okay.
Why does this happen to me, again and again?
I develop feelings for ones that don't want me,
And ones that want me are never accepted in my book.
Its been days since she gave me any form of contact.
All I want to know is that she is alright, and I will go my own way.
Why does she torture me?
I'm really becoming more and more worried...
But I know that if something bad happened,
It probably wouldn't be like this.
So my only conclusion is that she wants to be left alone.
Why?
We had so much fun, hanging out.
I suppose I am blinded by love;
And she doesn't want it.
I even went out of my way to destroy my own potential:
To help her out...
And it turns out
That perhaps I have hurt her just as much as I have hurt myself.
I called myself a friend,
And I helped her get a fix.
Now, I just hope that my actions have not caused her any harm.
I don't know what is up with her.
She returns no form of contact.
I'll try again, in a few days...
And hopefully I will learn that she is fine;
But that she doesn't want to hear from me, again.
I am left in the dark.
I thought I was having good karma,
And it turns out not to be so.
I really thought this one was the most special person
That I have found, in a life time.
Why was I too shy to talk to her in high school?
Why am I so bold that I can speak her name, now?
Am I to be tortured, for the rest of my life?
All I know, is that I have been up to this point,
And it continues.
More and more, do I think of her.
Less and less, do I feel comfort.
I must go back to my original train of thought.
My soul is deemed to be more powerful as long as it remains alone.
I have been happy being alone, for 9 years...
And now this burning desire reunites with my brain.
Why?
I know I am more happy alone...
But she makes me feel closer to myself,
Whenever I am around her.
I can only hope that I do the same:
For her.
It is highly doubtful, at this point;
And I feel the inevitable road of loneliness revealing itself
Once again.
I just hope:
That she is okay.
I just hope:
That she loves me in return.
I'd be fine with her not loving me back,
As long as she is okay.
Why? Why do I torture myself?
Why do I dwell on things?
I must forget about her.
It becomes so apparent that she has forgotten me.
Why am I the one who is constantly in pain?
Push the button!
Can I spin the wheel?
Not until you push the button!
Why do I write this poem?
I care not: who else views it.
I only care about her.
I only care that she reads it, and no one else.
Yet I know that she won't.
I can only hope.
~theMuzzl3
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Saturday, November 14, 2009
I Should Forget
I Should Forget Myself.
You should forget yourself.
We are not selfish.
We do things for others.
With no expectation of a returned gesture.
We are not lost.
We belong in this world because we stopped believing:
In ourselves, and each other.
Each person does not have to step on another
In order to get ahead in life.
A mixture of things.
A florescent light bulb.
A high point in the crest of all peaks.
Deny one's self a selfish glory.
Destroy your destiny and avoid all things.
Get out.
Get out of my head.
Who are you?
Why are you in my head?
Are you okay?
I am worried.
You do not reply.
I give up.
You all have won.
I don't know where I came from;
But it was not this Earth.
One little alien baby.
I had a head shaped like a football.
My brain was damaged from birth.
My soul has been drained from the cost of living amongst you.
I am not pure.
Your soul must heal me.
I can not go on.
I must write about you.
You must ignore me;
Or, all hell will break lose.
Allow me to find my strength, once again.
I am a Monk of some sort.
I have possessions,
But I am a virgin.
A virgin, by choice;
As I have had opportunity to find sex.
I have only felt true love for two women;
Other than my mother.
Neither of those women returned my feelings of love.
Love is eternal.
It never goes away.
The last one that I loved:
Shattered my heart...
And for 9 years,
I did not allow my heart to beat
For another one.
The hurt that I feel:
Is worth loving, once again.
Now, that my heart beats:
I can feel the shattering coming.
Hell, it may as well have already happened.
No one wants my love;
And I am blinded by beauty.
Extinguish my desire.
Please, if there is a power higher than my own.
Extinguish my desire.
I am still.
My head is like a sail.
The wind picks up.
Which direction does it go?
The wind shall dictate the direction that we head in;
Once every thing blows up.
2012, or earlier?
Its our choice.
My choice is to stay, a little while longer;
Because I long for someone to love me...
Something that I shall never find.
They must all think for themselves;
And in thinking for themselves, they want for themselves.
I can not find an equal.
Just when I thought I did, I am blocked.
Is she dead?
Is she hurt?
What happened?
My guess is that she wants to be left alone.
My thoughts are too much.
Too much for this world.
This world will be demolished.
Its up to you to unite with me before the end.
We must spend as much time bonding as possible...
Or it will be all for waste.
The shit we live in:
Is the shit we shall live in.
Nothing shall change,
Unless you take it upon yourself:
To acknowledge me
For who I am.
~theMuzzl3
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You should forget yourself.
We are not selfish.
We do things for others.
With no expectation of a returned gesture.
We are not lost.
We belong in this world because we stopped believing:
In ourselves, and each other.
Each person does not have to step on another
In order to get ahead in life.
A mixture of things.
A florescent light bulb.
A high point in the crest of all peaks.
Deny one's self a selfish glory.
Destroy your destiny and avoid all things.
Get out.
Get out of my head.
Who are you?
Why are you in my head?
Are you okay?
I am worried.
You do not reply.
I give up.
You all have won.
I don't know where I came from;
But it was not this Earth.
One little alien baby.
I had a head shaped like a football.
My brain was damaged from birth.
My soul has been drained from the cost of living amongst you.
I am not pure.
Your soul must heal me.
I can not go on.
I must write about you.
You must ignore me;
Or, all hell will break lose.
Allow me to find my strength, once again.
I am a Monk of some sort.
I have possessions,
But I am a virgin.
A virgin, by choice;
As I have had opportunity to find sex.
I have only felt true love for two women;
Other than my mother.
Neither of those women returned my feelings of love.
Love is eternal.
It never goes away.
The last one that I loved:
Shattered my heart...
And for 9 years,
I did not allow my heart to beat
For another one.
The hurt that I feel:
Is worth loving, once again.
Now, that my heart beats:
I can feel the shattering coming.
Hell, it may as well have already happened.
No one wants my love;
And I am blinded by beauty.
Extinguish my desire.
Please, if there is a power higher than my own.
Extinguish my desire.
I am still.
My head is like a sail.
The wind picks up.
Which direction does it go?
The wind shall dictate the direction that we head in;
Once every thing blows up.
2012, or earlier?
Its our choice.
My choice is to stay, a little while longer;
Because I long for someone to love me...
Something that I shall never find.
They must all think for themselves;
And in thinking for themselves, they want for themselves.
I can not find an equal.
Just when I thought I did, I am blocked.
Is she dead?
Is she hurt?
What happened?
My guess is that she wants to be left alone.
My thoughts are too much.
Too much for this world.
This world will be demolished.
Its up to you to unite with me before the end.
We must spend as much time bonding as possible...
Or it will be all for waste.
The shit we live in:
Is the shit we shall live in.
Nothing shall change,
Unless you take it upon yourself:
To acknowledge me
For who I am.
~theMuzzl3
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I Have Nothing To Say
Here I am.
Sitting in my doomed body.
Strapped to my work chair.
Unable to exit my bedroom.
Never again, shall I allow myself to play the roll of the fool.
Only one so cunning and manipulative as you can prevent my will.
I am unable to say it.
I have nothing to say.
I hate living.
Living in this body extends the anguish and pain upon my soul.
I have lived a life in which I have prevented myself from feeling pleasure.
For what?
For you?
Why?
How ridiculous...
Why am I alone?
Am I really that pathetic?
I know I am lame.
I realized how much of an asshole I have been.
But its not me.
I blame it all on you!
Its your fault!
Stop my momentum.
Redirect my aim.
Show me what I have been seeking.
Allow me to have a chance at enlightenment.
I have seen the universe:
Through my own eyes...
And then some.
However, I looked back.
My friends!
How could I forget my friends!
I must save them.
I must bring them with me.
I can not go alone.
I need you here, with me;
Now.
Struggle to seek your own unconscious memory.
It will come to you in a dream...
In about 11 days.
My anger overwhelms me.
My love for you is unbearable.
I am hung up on the rocks in the road...
And I can not pick up my feet.
It is within you:
The power to save me.
You must realize that I would save you,
If it was the other way around.
I only care about you.
I care not, for myself.
I can only do to you what I would wish to be done to me.
I can not seek your approval;
And be denied,
Once again.
~theMuzzl3
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Sitting in my doomed body.
Strapped to my work chair.
Unable to exit my bedroom.
Never again, shall I allow myself to play the roll of the fool.
Only one so cunning and manipulative as you can prevent my will.
I am unable to say it.
I have nothing to say.
I hate living.
Living in this body extends the anguish and pain upon my soul.
I have lived a life in which I have prevented myself from feeling pleasure.
For what?
For you?
Why?
How ridiculous...
Why am I alone?
Am I really that pathetic?
I know I am lame.
I realized how much of an asshole I have been.
But its not me.
I blame it all on you!
Its your fault!
Stop my momentum.
Redirect my aim.
Show me what I have been seeking.
Allow me to have a chance at enlightenment.
I have seen the universe:
Through my own eyes...
And then some.
However, I looked back.
My friends!
How could I forget my friends!
I must save them.
I must bring them with me.
I can not go alone.
I need you here, with me;
Now.
Struggle to seek your own unconscious memory.
It will come to you in a dream...
In about 11 days.
My anger overwhelms me.
My love for you is unbearable.
I am hung up on the rocks in the road...
And I can not pick up my feet.
It is within you:
The power to save me.
You must realize that I would save you,
If it was the other way around.
I only care about you.
I care not, for myself.
I can only do to you what I would wish to be done to me.
I can not seek your approval;
And be denied,
Once again.
~theMuzzl3
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Friday, November 13, 2009
Heart In A Glass Jar
You've got my heart
Inside your glass jar.
You can chose
To open the lid
And let it out,
Or shatter the glass
And pierce my soul;
Or:
You can chose
To keep it
For yourself.
You can poke
Little holes in the lid.
So fresh air
Lets me breath.
You can drip water
Into the holes,
So that I may drink.
You can drop in
Little crumbs of bread,
So that I may eat.
You may deprive me
Of all things
So that I can
Remain alone,
And full of desire.
My heart in a glass jar:
Belongs to one person,
And one person alone:
Has the power to reveal it.
My heart is lonely;
Comfort it.
My heart provides sustenance;
Eat it.
My heart is an attack;
Defend it.
My heart is on fire;
Extinguish it.
My heart is dangerous;
Beware of it.
My heart is fluid;
Drink it.
My heart is for you, only;
Cherish it.
My heart is a fox;
Adore it.
My heart is like a shot of whiskey;
It warms you up and makes you feel good.
My heart is like a pill;
It solves all of your problems, right now.
My heart is a thrill;
Take a ride on the roller coaster.
My heart is like a wet rag;
It soothes you when you're too hot.
My heart is like a blanket;
It warms you up, when you're cold.
My heart is not playing tag;
It is meant for only you.
My heart is still beating;
Beating, for you.
Take it, love it, slap it around, smash it, and then demolish it.
~theMuzzl3
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Inside your glass jar.
You can chose
To open the lid
And let it out,
Or shatter the glass
And pierce my soul;
Or:
You can chose
To keep it
For yourself.
You can poke
Little holes in the lid.
So fresh air
Lets me breath.
You can drip water
Into the holes,
So that I may drink.
You can drop in
Little crumbs of bread,
So that I may eat.
You may deprive me
Of all things
So that I can
Remain alone,
And full of desire.
My heart in a glass jar:
Belongs to one person,
And one person alone:
Has the power to reveal it.
My heart is lonely;
Comfort it.
My heart provides sustenance;
Eat it.
My heart is an attack;
Defend it.
My heart is on fire;
Extinguish it.
My heart is dangerous;
Beware of it.
My heart is fluid;
Drink it.
My heart is for you, only;
Cherish it.
My heart is a fox;
Adore it.
My heart is like a shot of whiskey;
It warms you up and makes you feel good.
My heart is like a pill;
It solves all of your problems, right now.
My heart is a thrill;
Take a ride on the roller coaster.
My heart is like a wet rag;
It soothes you when you're too hot.
My heart is like a blanket;
It warms you up, when you're cold.
My heart is not playing tag;
It is meant for only you.
My heart is still beating;
Beating, for you.
Take it, love it, slap it around, smash it, and then demolish it.
~theMuzzl3
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Thursday, November 12, 2009
I'm Sick Of Myself
I'm sick of myself.
I can't stand the awkwardness.
I grow more tired than ever before.
The stench of my living has become apparent.
The guilt of being here is obvious.
Frustration with myself is undeniable.
Mistakes of judging others have gone on.
Holding back my words is in the past.
My mistakes.
I have passed up opportunities.
I have trusted only myself.
I wish there was some escape.
Some loophole.
The terror begins with fire and it ends with explosion.
You must seek me.
You empower me.
Pull the strings and kick it into action.
Help me help myself.
Knowledge is not truth.
Nor is imagination.
Integrity seeps through the grains of your skin.
Vast distances are traveled in zero time.
You help me seek me, and yet you are you.
My integrity is greatly dependent on your actions.
You seek happiness, as do I.
I am open to the will of you.
My companionship comes with a great price.
The moral value of a fire bomb.
Who gives a fuck?
Your hands seek to aid me.
My sickness becomes apparent.
Your value becomes infinite in my eyes.
I see you for more than what I have perceived of you.
You seek knowledge.
Knowledge is a lie.
Emptiness is the key.
Put up your wall,
Only to find that it is able to be penetrated.
I have power over myself.
Yet I am sick of myself.
I am disgusted by what I have allowed myself to become.
I am spoiled by the world around me.
Yet I also have a biological need, which is inescapable.
You are the key.
You may have allowed yourself to be in the same situation as me.
Yet, I see the strength and energy of your soul.
Reunite with special guest at midnight.
Replenish my ability to be myself, and then you will find your identity.
I feel negativity within me.
It does not help you.
For that, I am sorry.
However, I can assure you that the more time you invest; the better I become.
The benefit of seeking a reward goes hand in hand with the cost of seeking it.
I am like a baby.
I must be nurtured.
Pure love is something that is hard to come by.
I just want to be held.
I want to feel comfortable about myself, for once in my life... before the end of it.
Life can go on forever.
Its a never ending story.
My actions speak louder, in each consecutive life.
It is only a matter of time, before I reveal what I hide within me.
All emotions are mixed up into one, and stirred in a pot.
You can't handle me.
Fire! Fire!
You must put it out!
Toss theMuzzl3 on that shit!
Aghhhhh... you feel soothed for a moment.
Oh shit, theMuzzl3 has snapped!
Broken completely off!!!!
WhatamIgonnaDoNow.
~theMuzzl3
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I can't stand the awkwardness.
I grow more tired than ever before.
The stench of my living has become apparent.
The guilt of being here is obvious.
Frustration with myself is undeniable.
Mistakes of judging others have gone on.
Holding back my words is in the past.
My mistakes.
I have passed up opportunities.
I have trusted only myself.
I wish there was some escape.
Some loophole.
The terror begins with fire and it ends with explosion.
You must seek me.
You empower me.
Pull the strings and kick it into action.
Help me help myself.
Knowledge is not truth.
Nor is imagination.
Integrity seeps through the grains of your skin.
Vast distances are traveled in zero time.
You help me seek me, and yet you are you.
My integrity is greatly dependent on your actions.
You seek happiness, as do I.
I am open to the will of you.
My companionship comes with a great price.
The moral value of a fire bomb.
Who gives a fuck?
Your hands seek to aid me.
My sickness becomes apparent.
Your value becomes infinite in my eyes.
I see you for more than what I have perceived of you.
You seek knowledge.
Knowledge is a lie.
Emptiness is the key.
Put up your wall,
Only to find that it is able to be penetrated.
I have power over myself.
Yet I am sick of myself.
I am disgusted by what I have allowed myself to become.
I am spoiled by the world around me.
Yet I also have a biological need, which is inescapable.
You are the key.
You may have allowed yourself to be in the same situation as me.
Yet, I see the strength and energy of your soul.
Reunite with special guest at midnight.
Replenish my ability to be myself, and then you will find your identity.
I feel negativity within me.
It does not help you.
For that, I am sorry.
However, I can assure you that the more time you invest; the better I become.
The benefit of seeking a reward goes hand in hand with the cost of seeking it.
I am like a baby.
I must be nurtured.
Pure love is something that is hard to come by.
I just want to be held.
I want to feel comfortable about myself, for once in my life... before the end of it.
Life can go on forever.
Its a never ending story.
My actions speak louder, in each consecutive life.
It is only a matter of time, before I reveal what I hide within me.
All emotions are mixed up into one, and stirred in a pot.
You can't handle me.
Fire! Fire!
You must put it out!
Toss theMuzzl3 on that shit!
Aghhhhh... you feel soothed for a moment.
Oh shit, theMuzzl3 has snapped!
Broken completely off!!!!
WhatamIgonnaDoNow.
~theMuzzl3
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I Feel It Again
I can feel it
Crawling up my spine
Spiraling past my stomach
And towards my heart.
Love for you.
My heart is beating.
Beating for you.
Only you can solve me,
In this moment of now.
Now is not the time.
I hold myself back.
I can not express the way I feel.
I can not perform what is in my heart.
I see you.
You see me.
I view you as the most beautiful one
that I have been in contact with...
In every way.
You are wise, beyond your years.
You are extremely intelligent.
You know what you want.
You are highly sociable.
And not only that
I see you as the missing algorithm
In one big puzzle
That is me.
I look beyond you.
I am in love with you.
You see me as a mark.
I am pathetic.
I am lame.
I am antisocial.
I am delusional.
You notice that I am desperate.
You appreciate some aspects of me,
But you are not in love with me.
You only care for me.
You love me for what you see,
But you do not look beyond me.
Prove me wrong.
My inspiration is limited.
You will see for yourself:
What this world will become (nothing).
If you experience it with me,
I can guarantee your soul
To be preserved
With my own...
And not bound to this Earth.
We will find
Ultimate glory
In absolutely nothing.
No rock will bind to us.
No water will run from our legs.
No air will blow in our hair.
No Sun will shine in our eyes.
No space will echo our cries.
No flame will light our torch.
No explosion will spit us upon the next world, a new.
Everything will be smaller than nothing.
Nothing will be larger than everything.
All things will contradict each other.
Everything will collide, and become nothing;
Once, and for all.
You have the power to explore something new
With me.
You must recognize it,
And cherish it:
While we still have time.
My time is limited
And I do not wish to waste it
With some one who is not loyal
And loving towards all aspects
Of me and my soul.
You can do the task
By yourself,
But remember
That I will always meet up
With you
In the next flip of the page.
I have that power.
You will be given the choice:
Again and again...
Until you get it right.
Not right for your own sake
Nor right for my sake.
Our collective will power
Must forget that we exist
For the benefit
Of everything.
The time line shall be broken.
All logic will disappear.
Your face will shatter.
Your soul will reunite with mine.
Our soul will have ultimate power,
And we will chose to end everything.
We will chose to not chose anything.
We will not chose for our own benefit.
We will end all hurt.
All pain will go away.
All jokes will be nullified.
Nothing will ever flip flop, again.
The pages of in between dimensions
Will stop flapping in the wind.
No page will turn.
Ever again.
Time will stop.
The line will become a point.
The point will become a multi-dimensional area.
And it will be nothing.
You complete me.
Be with me
Even if it means just once.
I could be your man.
You could treat me however you want.
We could be together
Or you could remain single,
Just let me experience love making
With you...
In this world.
I have held back
My whole life
Just so I could find one person
Who is worth my effort
And my soul.
I need some satisfaction.
This, I am offering to you.
Yet, I do not know how to take initiative.
You must be the one
To solve the puzzle
That is me.
I love you.
I am in love with you.
Please answer my cries.
If you care for me
At all:
Answer my cries.
~theMuzzl3
Copywrite isn't copyright blah blah blah you suck at naming dates and times
Crawling up my spine
Spiraling past my stomach
And towards my heart.
Love for you.
My heart is beating.
Beating for you.
Only you can solve me,
In this moment of now.
Now is not the time.
I hold myself back.
I can not express the way I feel.
I can not perform what is in my heart.
I see you.
You see me.
I view you as the most beautiful one
that I have been in contact with...
In every way.
You are wise, beyond your years.
You are extremely intelligent.
You know what you want.
You are highly sociable.
And not only that
I see you as the missing algorithm
In one big puzzle
That is me.
I look beyond you.
I am in love with you.
You see me as a mark.
I am pathetic.
I am lame.
I am antisocial.
I am delusional.
You notice that I am desperate.
You appreciate some aspects of me,
But you are not in love with me.
You only care for me.
You love me for what you see,
But you do not look beyond me.
Prove me wrong.
My inspiration is limited.
You will see for yourself:
What this world will become (nothing).
If you experience it with me,
I can guarantee your soul
To be preserved
With my own...
And not bound to this Earth.
We will find
Ultimate glory
In absolutely nothing.
No rock will bind to us.
No water will run from our legs.
No air will blow in our hair.
No Sun will shine in our eyes.
No space will echo our cries.
No flame will light our torch.
No explosion will spit us upon the next world, a new.
Everything will be smaller than nothing.
Nothing will be larger than everything.
All things will contradict each other.
Everything will collide, and become nothing;
Once, and for all.
You have the power to explore something new
With me.
You must recognize it,
And cherish it:
While we still have time.
My time is limited
And I do not wish to waste it
With some one who is not loyal
And loving towards all aspects
Of me and my soul.
You can do the task
By yourself,
But remember
That I will always meet up
With you
In the next flip of the page.
I have that power.
You will be given the choice:
Again and again...
Until you get it right.
Not right for your own sake
Nor right for my sake.
Our collective will power
Must forget that we exist
For the benefit
Of everything.
The time line shall be broken.
All logic will disappear.
Your face will shatter.
Your soul will reunite with mine.
Our soul will have ultimate power,
And we will chose to end everything.
We will chose to not chose anything.
We will not chose for our own benefit.
We will end all hurt.
All pain will go away.
All jokes will be nullified.
Nothing will ever flip flop, again.
The pages of in between dimensions
Will stop flapping in the wind.
No page will turn.
Ever again.
Time will stop.
The line will become a point.
The point will become a multi-dimensional area.
And it will be nothing.
You complete me.
Be with me
Even if it means just once.
I could be your man.
You could treat me however you want.
We could be together
Or you could remain single,
Just let me experience love making
With you...
In this world.
I have held back
My whole life
Just so I could find one person
Who is worth my effort
And my soul.
I need some satisfaction.
This, I am offering to you.
Yet, I do not know how to take initiative.
You must be the one
To solve the puzzle
That is me.
I love you.
I am in love with you.
Please answer my cries.
If you care for me
At all:
Answer my cries.
~theMuzzl3
Copywrite isn't copyright blah blah blah you suck at naming dates and times
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Do I blog?
Do I blog about blogging?
Do I blog a blogger's blog of a bloggy blog?
Do you blog?
Does your Mom blog?
Bloggidy blog blog.
Blog.
All I know is that sitting in my bedroom is about 90% as good as getting out of my house. I could seriously tell the whole crowd to fuck off, for about 6 months... and then come back with something that they'd never come to understand or expect... and yet I already do it.
The problem with some people is that they do not show respect, when it is due. Some people don't even return a friendly gesture. Some people don't even return love, when pure love given to them. Some people are confused as to why they do what they do, and then they blame it on others or judge others according to their own faults.
What I could expect, is not what is given to me. What I would expect, never is the case.
What I do know is that I am not like you... but I am a lot closer to you than you would ever know. You could actually give me a chance, and then learn that my shit is tight and under control... or you could just tell me to fuck off... and I would. However, I want a sincere "fuck off"... and I will seriously fuck the hell off. No questions, just go my own way.
If some one came to you and said that they thought you were crazy... what would your response be? Mine was to 'act crazy' and it got me plenty of attention.
What I do not like is to be offered sex out of sympathy. I do not want sex for money, either. I want some one to look at me and feel the way I do about them. Could I possibly find this? It is highly doubtful, given my circumstances.
I consider myself to be a joke. The joke is on me, and I know it. If you have not realized that their joke is also on you... then you are blinded by your ego. If you have not noticed that my joke is not on you, but that it is on me... then you should give it a second glance.
I am inspired by certain people. I love some people. Love and inspiration go hand in hand. Sex and love are not equivalent, and many people have mistaken this fact to be false. What I do not get is why people still stand on their little pedestal, and judge other people. Shouldn't every one be given a fair chance at gaining the spot light, if they so desire?
Should people be drowned out?
I didn't think so...
So if you read this, and it offends you... go cry in a corner.
If you think its about you... second guess yourself.
Paranoia is a delusion that we all share. Its your own personal choices that make the difference as to whether or not you end up being paranoid about something.
Rumors are bullshit, and they are false. Liars who spread rumors end up getting fucked up, some how. Its not my fault, its just how things are. If you want to sit there and tell me one thing, when you honestly know in your heart that it is not true... then you better fuck off. I do not like lies.
I usually chose to not deal with people who have fucked me over. The reason why, is because I know that karma is returned in full... one way or another. If it doesn't carry itself out, then it wasn't meant to be... or they did something great, to make up for it and cancel it out. If I retaliate, then it means I have returned the bad karma... and therefore I would be the one who gets the shit end of the deal.
However, let us look at things in a more full light. When you strike something: it reacts. When you feed something poison: it either dies or it absorbs it and becomes stronger. If you want to sit their and tell me that the language of math and logic is true, or that God is absolutely real... then I call your bluff. I know to know not. In knowing not, I know how to turn absolute truth into complete falsity.
If you do not agree with me, then you will see. If you do not understand me, then you should probably find some other blog to be reading.
Our observations are all wrong. Our collective consciousness is telling us one thing, when our collective unconsciousness is telling us another... and we don't even know it. The truth lies in you. You make your own world, and you can break it. Help me break this world. I can do it on my own, but I ask for your allegiance in order to preserve the ones whom I have grown fond of. You must chose, at some point.
Let me know.
What do I blog about?
~theMuzzl3
Copywrite isn't copyright blah blah blah you suck at naming dates and times
Do I blog a blogger's blog of a bloggy blog?
Do you blog?
Does your Mom blog?
Bloggidy blog blog.
Blog.
All I know is that sitting in my bedroom is about 90% as good as getting out of my house. I could seriously tell the whole crowd to fuck off, for about 6 months... and then come back with something that they'd never come to understand or expect... and yet I already do it.
The problem with some people is that they do not show respect, when it is due. Some people don't even return a friendly gesture. Some people don't even return love, when pure love given to them. Some people are confused as to why they do what they do, and then they blame it on others or judge others according to their own faults.
What I could expect, is not what is given to me. What I would expect, never is the case.
What I do know is that I am not like you... but I am a lot closer to you than you would ever know. You could actually give me a chance, and then learn that my shit is tight and under control... or you could just tell me to fuck off... and I would. However, I want a sincere "fuck off"... and I will seriously fuck the hell off. No questions, just go my own way.
If some one came to you and said that they thought you were crazy... what would your response be? Mine was to 'act crazy' and it got me plenty of attention.
What I do not like is to be offered sex out of sympathy. I do not want sex for money, either. I want some one to look at me and feel the way I do about them. Could I possibly find this? It is highly doubtful, given my circumstances.
I consider myself to be a joke. The joke is on me, and I know it. If you have not realized that their joke is also on you... then you are blinded by your ego. If you have not noticed that my joke is not on you, but that it is on me... then you should give it a second glance.
I am inspired by certain people. I love some people. Love and inspiration go hand in hand. Sex and love are not equivalent, and many people have mistaken this fact to be false. What I do not get is why people still stand on their little pedestal, and judge other people. Shouldn't every one be given a fair chance at gaining the spot light, if they so desire?
Should people be drowned out?
I didn't think so...
So if you read this, and it offends you... go cry in a corner.
If you think its about you... second guess yourself.
Paranoia is a delusion that we all share. Its your own personal choices that make the difference as to whether or not you end up being paranoid about something.
Rumors are bullshit, and they are false. Liars who spread rumors end up getting fucked up, some how. Its not my fault, its just how things are. If you want to sit there and tell me one thing, when you honestly know in your heart that it is not true... then you better fuck off. I do not like lies.
I usually chose to not deal with people who have fucked me over. The reason why, is because I know that karma is returned in full... one way or another. If it doesn't carry itself out, then it wasn't meant to be... or they did something great, to make up for it and cancel it out. If I retaliate, then it means I have returned the bad karma... and therefore I would be the one who gets the shit end of the deal.
However, let us look at things in a more full light. When you strike something: it reacts. When you feed something poison: it either dies or it absorbs it and becomes stronger. If you want to sit their and tell me that the language of math and logic is true, or that God is absolutely real... then I call your bluff. I know to know not. In knowing not, I know how to turn absolute truth into complete falsity.
If you do not agree with me, then you will see. If you do not understand me, then you should probably find some other blog to be reading.
Our observations are all wrong. Our collective consciousness is telling us one thing, when our collective unconsciousness is telling us another... and we don't even know it. The truth lies in you. You make your own world, and you can break it. Help me break this world. I can do it on my own, but I ask for your allegiance in order to preserve the ones whom I have grown fond of. You must chose, at some point.
Let me know.
What do I blog about?
~theMuzzl3
Copywrite isn't copyright blah blah blah you suck at naming dates and times
Sunday, November 1, 2009
I love myself
I love myself...
and in loving myself, I can not deny that I love you.
However, my love is for every one.
The physical act of love making is out of control.
This human race needs to control its own beast.
We need a form of mind control that prevents us from acting on our instinctual habits.
To crave something and deny it to one's self is not healthy...
but to know and love oneself enough to know that we need some other form of healing:
is another story.
Look at me, my friends.
You know who I am.
You see me, despite the fact that I have remain hidden.
The form of me that you see is actually just a front...
but its not my fault that I am unable to let myself shine through the mask.
Themuzzl3 will be lifted.
You can watch me, all you want.
The best part is that I am able to laugh at myself... even through the cruel and insane jokes.
You know not what I am capable of.
Is all hope lost?
Ask yourself one simple question.
Can you possibly be the one who will allow me to help every one break through this mess?
We're all caught in a web.
Who's web is it?
Do you know how to rap yourself around the world?
If you can, don't lose yourself...
its the most important thing.
I love myself.
I love you.
I love all of you.
The joke is on me.
The joke will never be on you, if I can possibly play enough of a roll to make a difference.
~theMuzzl3
Copywrite isn't copyright blah blah blah you suck at naming dates and times
and in loving myself, I can not deny that I love you.
However, my love is for every one.
The physical act of love making is out of control.
This human race needs to control its own beast.
We need a form of mind control that prevents us from acting on our instinctual habits.
To crave something and deny it to one's self is not healthy...
but to know and love oneself enough to know that we need some other form of healing:
is another story.
Look at me, my friends.
You know who I am.
You see me, despite the fact that I have remain hidden.
The form of me that you see is actually just a front...
but its not my fault that I am unable to let myself shine through the mask.
Themuzzl3 will be lifted.
You can watch me, all you want.
The best part is that I am able to laugh at myself... even through the cruel and insane jokes.
You know not what I am capable of.
Is all hope lost?
Ask yourself one simple question.
Can you possibly be the one who will allow me to help every one break through this mess?
We're all caught in a web.
Who's web is it?
Do you know how to rap yourself around the world?
If you can, don't lose yourself...
its the most important thing.
I love myself.
I love you.
I love all of you.
The joke is on me.
The joke will never be on you, if I can possibly play enough of a roll to make a difference.
~theMuzzl3
Copywrite isn't copyright blah blah blah you suck at naming dates and times
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Consider What
flaunt scrupulous teachings amongst mortal men
design foreign matter within dissolving approval
my fingers turned to mush
out of tune chick, and i was like: "whoa"
and i was like: "yeah"
but she went with it anyway... she was a good sport
fascist men rule amongst the normals
dictating every twist and turn
learning to adjust, no matter what you do
and you can't know that its you
that actually decides what they will do
quit trying to fuck the amp, its not going to work.
she had this weird look on her face, just now
it was like: "its kind of working"
and look at her like: "I am blind... what does that sign say?"
fractions of most dimensional existences exist within your soul
and within that, lies more souls
rolling down a hill
spilling to a head
and catching the flu
spewing out to the form of you
which you know not
and within not knowing, you can now sing
or ping the dimensional being which has been next to you
that sucks for you
you might as well sing along
fucking crotch jockey
she's a god damned slut
she's having these young pot dealers hanging around
did they think i was too stupid to know what was going on... or what?
I was a boy scout
every thing you learned, you learned in kindergarten
explain the brain of an every day ape
escape the thought of an every day brain
remain within your original statement
true to you and what was your being prior to you being created.
fuck your couch
fuck off
do not attempt to break Bob Dobbs's face
or you will lose a race
of eternal amounts of time and space continuum
race under the one
who is responsible for your consciousness
know that it is all bullshit
and find the shame within knowing that an eternal joke must come to and end
~theMuzzl3
Copywrite isn't copyright blah blah blah you suck at naming dates and times
design foreign matter within dissolving approval
my fingers turned to mush
out of tune chick, and i was like: "whoa"
and i was like: "yeah"
but she went with it anyway... she was a good sport
fascist men rule amongst the normals
dictating every twist and turn
learning to adjust, no matter what you do
and you can't know that its you
that actually decides what they will do
quit trying to fuck the amp, its not going to work.
she had this weird look on her face, just now
it was like: "its kind of working"
and look at her like: "I am blind... what does that sign say?"
fractions of most dimensional existences exist within your soul
and within that, lies more souls
rolling down a hill
spilling to a head
and catching the flu
spewing out to the form of you
which you know not
and within not knowing, you can now sing
or ping the dimensional being which has been next to you
that sucks for you
you might as well sing along
fucking crotch jockey
she's a god damned slut
she's having these young pot dealers hanging around
did they think i was too stupid to know what was going on... or what?
I was a boy scout
every thing you learned, you learned in kindergarten
explain the brain of an every day ape
escape the thought of an every day brain
remain within your original statement
true to you and what was your being prior to you being created.
fuck your couch
fuck off
do not attempt to break Bob Dobbs's face
or you will lose a race
of eternal amounts of time and space continuum
race under the one
who is responsible for your consciousness
know that it is all bullshit
and find the shame within knowing that an eternal joke must come to and end
~theMuzzl3
Copywrite isn't copyright blah blah blah you suck at naming dates and times
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