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

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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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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


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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

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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

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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

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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

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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 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 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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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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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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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 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


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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


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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


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