Mary's Flock

Things have been quiet since my last purge of bile and ire... what better way to stir the silence, then a kick to the stomach? It is the 4th of July, our blessed Independence Day... another day to love, drink and walk blindly off of the nearest cliff. Fucking lemmings. What are we celebrating, independence... from what? Remove your "patriotic glasses" for a moment and think about it. We left England to come to America and be free... of course the price for that was enslaving the people already living here and shipping new people from another country to be our slaves as well. So here we are, free from England's rule and living the good life of any decent marauder... well done. So we form a government... for the people, by the people. Then we inflict the same rules and ternary upon the people that ran for "freedom"... same game, just a new location. Then a few "patriots" stand up and begin fighting for our freedom... while behind the scene a new Puppet Master toils with our strings. No, I am not at liberty to name the spades... the freedom of speech died long ago. Just think about where your money is going and who controls everything from health care to entertainment in America, you'll get the picture. Our wise government has striped every right and freedom from under our noses and the people are too daft to see it... all they see is "The American Dream". I'll tell you what the dream is... business. Morality has taken a back seat as we live the dream. Bigger, better, faster... it is the American dream. An empty mansion, a fleet of gas guzzling behemoths and toxic, glamor girls... life couldn't get much better. Oh wait, it can! How about a nation that builds secret death camps, poisons our water by drilling for oil, sprays chemicals into the air to spread disease and decay and a nation that stops backing our currency with precious metals, so that it becomes completely worthless... now, that's a great nation! Children burst from the womb while googling on their iPhones... the search of the day, is genocide. You've done a model job, Mr. Salt... please Sir, can I have some more? So celebrate your "freedom"... dance in the streets, burn your worthless money and watch it spew forth pink, yellow and red and have another drink, please do. Forget, for the moment, that you are a fucking slave to your "freedoms". Am I anti-America... no, I'm anti- sheep. I am wide awake and watching this lunacy unfold... while the others remain asleep and fondling their genitalia. Bah, bah, mother fuckers... Happy 4th of July.

Target's 2-Day Sale

I woke up this morning in hopes of going to Target to look at their "2-Day Sale", but sadly I never made it out of the door... actually, I didn't even make it down the hall. I was looking forward to it all week... just to browse and maybe find a new DVD or cheap video game. I still have a little money left to spare that the thief so kindly left me... but I feel guilty spending anything on myself. There are other things the money should and could be going towards. There has been a cloud hanging over me for so long that it is difficult to breathe... let alone go out into the world when I'm not forced to do so. I really don't have the energy to face the public and be pushed around by the mindless drones looking to save some blood money on their seasonal affections. Every night for the past few weeks, I have been crying for hours on end... popping pill after pill until my mind becomes so numb and by body powerless to move, then passing out. Needless to say, I wake up very late and exhausted... just to face another day of torment and another night of ritual.This is the worst time of year for me... a time of remorse. Add in the pure idiocy, greed and ungrateful people throwing around their snowball emotions of joy and love... soon the sun will rise and those false words will melt. It makes me so angry and depressed... you have the ability to feel those positive emotions, why not have some sincerity and continuity? Fucking sheep... you take so much for granted, wake up! It is easy to forget the truth... lemmings are soulless, they can't wake up. They stay asleep and spin their precious dreams like spider webs trapping the few souled beings and breaking them down... it's their program. It's hard to find comfort in the fact that I have a soul... somewhere in there, bruised, sticky and curled into a ball. What else do I have left to learn here... has my life become purely for the purpose of dharma? I just want to go home... take me home.

A Christmas Story

I Love You. These are probably the most sought after words in the entire world... treasured by some and thrown around meaninglessly by most. Here we find ourselves, in the holiday season, once again to experience the miracle of the moppets and their endless love for all mankind... the degeneration of the HU-Man race. Yes, that's right, HU-Man... Higher Universal Man. Running around aimlessly, like lemmings, trying to find the perfect gift to express our love for each other... such pure intentions. As we shower our friends and families with our trinkets and fatted calves, the sourness and pure disgust for the people in our way shines far more brightly. "I've got to get this present for Johnny and little Sue. How happy will they all be when they see how much I love them... I am so excited! What the fuck, you fucking piece of shit?! Get out of the way! That's my dollhouse! Oh great, can this cashier be any slower? Fuck! This bitch must be inbred, or worse, a Mexican. Fucking whore! Merry Christmas, Baby, Happy New Year Neighbor! I Love You all!". Too harsh? Not really... take a step back, examine those around you... look in the mirror. This is a look behind the wizard's curtain... the truth thrown out at you at full force. Granted there are some, perhaps 15% of the world's population, that are genuine through and through... you will know them when you see them. They don't set aside a week of love and acceptance for all of those around them, they take the time everyday to express it... every day of every year. You shall know a tree by the fruit upon it's limbs. From December 24th through January 1st, all the world sets aside their open disdain for one another and spreads cheer and love around... inside, things remain the same. The music starts and the stage is set, time to put on your best game face... tonight's show will change lives, for it is the performance of a lifetime! Acting is a strenuous job, but not worry, soon the show will be over. On January 2nd, you can resume your normal lives and no one will ever be the wiser... children to neglect, wives to beat, family members to reject and isolate. Rise from the grave each morning, don your plastic attire, murder the innocent with Big-Macs, drive your metal coffins on the paved concrete jungle and court your prized mannequin... the HU-Man experience. I have become hardened from this madness and the denizens within. More than anything, I want to feel love and understand it's power... to see it belittled as such and become a traditional event, truly is heartbreaking to witness. For those with the eyes to see, ears to hear and hearts to feel... stay strong and remain diligent. Love those around you, even the strangers you meet throughout your normal day. Love this Earth that loves and provides for you. Love the animals you were placed here to watch over and protect. Learn, Live and Grow... become what we truly are, HU-Man.