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Tuesday, March 4th, 2008
2:19 pm
[theanonymousgrl]
Add me to your friends, come follow my journey.

This is where it all comes together. This is where I can tell you, in secrecy, the way my mind works. The way my life twists and turns, just like everyone else's. The way I dig myself into holes so deep that I'm fucked with finding a way to get out. I want to help. I want to help you relate. I want to help myself understand. I am a daughter, a sister, a best friend, a worst enemy, and the one you can never let go of. Please give me a chance. This is my story.

Love,
Anonymous
Saturday, February 23rd, 2008
6:40 pm
[mousepoo]
Road Spent
I could stand to be alone
for some time
Lose myself in white noise
slip into the blur
contemplate the color yellow
Right now
I just can't handle splashes to well
Or too many teeth
around me all at once
armed like guns with something to say
Urgent wispers
hoarse restraint
Quiet as paper cuts
people steal me away
cart off my flesh in tiny crimson piles
my bones have been sore
Rattling in their anemic cage
ravens circling
my heart beating
it's-time to-go it's-time to-go
someplace full of surf
full of flat blue sky
full of shuuushhh
Friday, February 22nd, 2008
1:52 pm
[theanonymousgrl]
Add me to your friends, follow my journey. I want you to know me.


This is where it all comes together. This is where I can tell you, in secrecy, the way my mind works. The way my life twists and turns, just like everyone else's. The way I dig myself into holes so deep that I'm fucked with finding a way to get out. I want to help. I want to help you relate. I want to help myself understand. I am a daughter, a sister, a best friend, a worst enemy, and the one you can never let go of. Please give me a chance. This is my story.

Love,
Anonymous
Monday, February 18th, 2008
10:28 pm
[lanyel]
Prepare to live an amazing life.
If you could trust a stranger with your life, would you? If i walked up right now to you and told you that i could show you something, something that would take some time, some self-practice, and exploration, and a belief in yourself, and nothing else, but in return i would give you a real chance to change your entire life into the best version that it could be, would you walk away without taking a peek?

http://www.universallawstoday.com/secret.html

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Saturday, December 8th, 2007
11:24 pm
[ai_paulina]
I am at the close of my first semester as an art student and feel as though my view of art has become unjustly negative.  The last few months have been intense -- magnified like a pressure-cooker by the startling revelation of Martin Beck, a graduate alumni at my school who stated that, "those for whom art is their life become extremely dull."  I'm beginning to question whether art is really the noble pursuit that it appears to be.  I began to think that perhaps art is full of the same paradoxes as life.  More specifically, that who enter college as artists, only to change their major in the course of time are the ones who preserve the basest form and enjoyment of art.  It's the ones who continue in the art profession who ultimately sell out -- not because they're corrupt or even because they're jaded (although that tends to happen anyway) -- but because they're forced to sell themselves to make a living.  The once pure and unadulterated passion becomes tarnished, and that is inevitable when you make a living doing what you love.

The following is a conversation I had with a friend over lunch.  A little armchair economics minus the economics.

What is Art?
Defining something that doesn't make sense.

Art as a Metaphor

Art is creative bullshit.

Art is aesthetically pleasing crap.

Contemporary art is glorified crap.

Performance art is an excuse for exhibitionists to strip naked.

Art is an inventive channel to express everything that does not belong with common sense.

Miscellaneous Art

Art is like an itch that won’t go away.

Art is like Vaseline.  When you put it on, it sticks to everything.

Art is like a black pawn that wants to be white.  No matter what color it is, it’s still a pawn and it’s still going to get trashed.

Art as Food

Art is like bread.  They can be white, brown, or yellow, but when you put them in the toaster, they all get burned.

Art is like an unkosher dumpling.  It’s thin and delicate on the outside, but inside it’s just vulgar.

Art as Sex

Art is like going out at night looking to get laid.  Sometimes you get lucky, and sometimes you don’t.

Art is like prostitution.  The most successful artist has mastered the art of selling herself.

Art is like having sex when your brain has turned to mush.  It doesn’t take any intelligence to do.

Art is like a Las Vegas prostitute: a luxury you can't afford.

Art is like a whore that has reached her prime: it becomes cheapened over time.

Art as a Lesson in Futility

Art is like an addict coming out of an ether binge.  Any effort to resist is futile.

Contemporary art is like counting the hairs on your head.  It’s (f******) pointless.

Real art is like counting the hairs on your head.  It’s (f******) impossible.
Friday, August 17th, 2007
5:53 pm
[pessimist40]
new person
I'm new to this group and I am announcing my arrival, I have a lot of philosophies but mainly I am looking for a group to commisserate with when I'm depressed and lonely.  in the mean time I will show up here from time to time to discuss my "out on the fringe" philosophies.
Monday, July 2nd, 2007
7:21 pm
[jaytymez]
Let's Not Be Judgemental

Got this post off of another blog...but I thought that it would fit the MINDGARDEN!


Every day , every Hour , Every 5-10 minutes , we come in contact with various people , our own family members , friends , business contacts , friends , relatives , known , unknown , competitors , rivals , in-laws , the list is truly end-less.

What happens when one human being get connected to the other. Let me talk about me - myself. When I meet anybody - I immediately relate his face , his voice , his outlook , appearance to some images stored in my mind-memory. I try to find out which of my experience matches or near matches to his voice / looks , way of talking etc etc. Once I get a best possible match , I label him : This fellow is like this , that , and what happens further is that I DECIDE my actions , I plan my behaviour accordingly.

And this whole thing happens in what time ? In some seconds.

But , there is a bad news . Whatever I have thought about him can be entirely untrue , it can all go against my perceptions. So , what should I do , rather what I do ?- I have first decided to become non judgemental about anybody. How to do this. I do not ask him about his native place , where he belongs , as far as possible I even try not to know his surname , his caste etc. This stops my mind from further enquirying about the data stored in my memory bank & keeps my mind free from decision making.

In a fraction of a second , we make millions of decisions. Let the mind stop from it for some time!

LET US BE NOT JUDGEMENTAL!


Jay

Current Mood: artistic
Wednesday, January 24th, 2007
1:48 pm
[memoriesofmatt]
Written October 10, 2003 by Matthew

Originally published at Memories of Matthew. Please leave any comments there.

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Over the past few days, I have been really upset. The idea of my aunt dying is really taking a toll on my daily life. Not that I want anything to happen to someone else, but my aunt happens to be my favorite relative. What upsets me even more is what my father said the other day. The man cannot come to grips with reality. Everything just somehow always relates to God. His sister is dying and he can still manage to say it is the will of God. Just writing this down almost brings me to tears. I am really confused.


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Friday, December 29th, 2006
2:01 pm
[memoriesofmatt]
Written October 4, 2003 by Matthew

Originally published at Memories of Matthew. Please leave any comments there.

Last night, Katlyn and I went to the city to get some Italian food. I cannot even remember the last time I went to an upscale restaurant. Usually I would prefer Japanese food, especially sushi, but Katlyn seems to be a big fan of Italian. I could tell how much she loved Italian food by the way she could pronounce everything on the menu.


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Monday, December 25th, 2006
7:44 am
[iris_diaphanous]
Merry Christmas
Christmas Morning
There are a thousand silver stars in the sky-- two-thousand in the snow,
an irised moon flowers in the apple air
as I sleep in a crystal dream--
flecks of gold ride on the sunlight
as morning floods my house.

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Saturday, October 28th, 2006
4:05 pm
[fleur_divine]
A Faerie's Protest
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A Faerie's Protest
Who says the moon is not my mother,
or your garden not my bed?
Who says the woods did not see me,
when from its trees I fled?
Who says my hair is not of the dandelions,
or my cheeks not cherry red?
Who says that I do not exist,
who said?
Wednesday, September 27th, 2006
9:42 pm
[memoriesofmatt]
Written September 22, 2003 by Matthew

Originally published at Memories of Matthew. Please leave any comments there.

Yesterday, Katlyn and I spent the whole day together. She said she wanted to do something different, so I decided to take her to a driving range. Not only was it a way for us to try something new, but it also let me whack a couple of balls. The driving range helped me get rid of some extra aggression and tension. The only problem was I couldn't hit the damn things. Half the time, my swing would miss everything except the air. Katlyn was just as bad. Most of the time, we would look up at each other and simply laugh at our futile attempts to drive the balls. Now I know for the next time not to buy the jumbo bucket of balls, it is way too many.


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Wednesday, September 20th, 2006
1:45 pm
[memoriesofmatt]
Written September 18, 2003 by Matthew

Originally published at Memories of Matthew. Please leave any comments there.

I seriously have the worst luck ever. On Sunday night, I began to feel very ill. I got a whole bunch of phone calls at 12am from friends and Katlyn wishing me a Happy Birthday. Little did I know, my illness was going to become a horrible fever. On Monday, my birthday, I woke up feeling the same.. I felt like complete shit. That is exactly how things work for me, on my birthday, I get sick. I have to laugh at the irony.


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Monday, September 18th, 2006
5:55 am
[silent_lament79]
   Well, I'm new to LJ and this community, thought I'd introduce myself. My name's Chad, and I got issues. LOL! Don't we all?... But I'm not into writing about self-loathing, so don't worry, no whiney rhetoric from me. But I do like to speak my mind, and I felt this community was a cool place to do so.
   
   Here's a snippet from my journal, feel free to check out the rest of it if any of my ramblings appeal to you...

    "Most people go through life never second guessing everything they know as their reality and accept the circumstances in their lives and push through every day like robots... better yet, slaves (to themselves as well as the social status quo)... too afraid to step outta line for fear of reprocussions or simply the unknown. Then every once in a great while they experience what is known as a "moment of clarity," where they step outside themselves and see their life, and perhaps life in general, in one fleeting moment of total comprehension. Realizing who they really are and where they stand in life. But that moment is too often short-lived and quickly forgotten. They go back to their hum-drum lives and never miss a beat..."

   More where that came from...

   
Tuesday, September 12th, 2006
1:37 am
[memoriesofmatt]
Written September 11, 2003 by Matthew

Originally published at Memories of Matthew. Please leave any comments there.

Today was another great day with Katlyn. During the entire psych class we passed notes to each other. It reminded me of when I was young, like the children in elementary school and the way they pass their little love letters. It was hard to concentrate in class because every time we passed a note, our hands would touch momentarily and she’d look at me and smile. I can’t help but to smile back. Her eyes are so beautiful and her smile is stunning. She really blows me away. I still have no clue what the lecture was about, but it is still my best class for the simple reason that she is there with me.


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Sunday, September 10th, 2006
1:27 am
[memoriesofmatt]
Written September 9, 2003 by Matthew

Originally published at Memories of Matthew. Please leave any comments there.


So my classes started yesterday, and at first it looked like it was going to be another shitty semester. Out of the three classes, not even one of them seemed to spark the slightest interest in me. It’s kind of funny because I am taking a class on religion, which right now seems to be one of my main interests. The professor looked like a minister or something and spent the entire class talking about what it means to be spiritual. I couldn’t tell if he was teaching or preaching. I was so tempted to just start arguing and countering his beliefs. Either way, I’m going to love arguing with him every week. He has no idea what he is in for.


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Friday, September 1st, 2006
11:57 am
[memoriesofmatt]
Written August 31, 2003 by Matt

Originally published at Memories of Matthew. Please leave any comments there.

Today I went into my parents room to take my fathers bible. I wanted to get some examples of three things I had written yesterday. As soon as I opened the bible, I remembered the flood and Noah’s Ark. God actually used a flood to destroy all the evil on Earth at the time. He believed the world had become too corrupt and thought by destroying the world with floods, the world could begin again. That is a prime example of people personifying God.


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Thursday, August 31st, 2006
3:37 am
[memoriesofmatt]
Written August 30, 2003 by Matt

Originally published at Memories of Matthew. Please leave any comments there.

So it seems like everything in the house is finally starting to cool down. Yesterday, my father actually spoke to me a little bit. He asked me if I registered for my fall courses yet. So it kind of broke the ice between us. I am just happy that he actually said something to me.


Today I hung out at Johns’ house. We had a deep conversation about my father and his obsession with religion. I basically told him exactly why I can not deal with religion, and how bogus I truly think it is. I seriously could write a book on all the reasons why I believe it to be fake. I’ve made a promise to myself that my next hobby I will concentrate on things other than “the bitch.” After everything she put me through, I still miss and adore her.


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Sunday, August 27th, 2006
11:13 pm
[memoriesofmatt]
Written August 27, 2003 by Matt

Originally published at Memories of Matthew. Please leave any comments there.

It has been a while since I’ve had any time to write. I have been living between John and Mikes’ homes. Things got real sour between my father and I. A couple of days back, we got into the same usual fight that seems to occur everyday, him saying that I have been staying out too much and that I am losing control of my life. It is easy for him to say because he has no clue how it truly feels to be in my position. On top of everything, all he ever says to me is how important it is to have God in my heart and in my life. This is the exact kind of shit I really do not want to hear. It has gotten so repetitive that I ended up losing my nerve in front of him. This time the fight got out of hand.


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This journal was written by my friend Matt. He has passed away since writing it and this project is to publish his writings to the world. To get a better understanding of the purpose this project, please read the about section on the website. Community owners, please read this

--John

Tuesday, August 22nd, 2006
1:34 pm
[memoriesofmatt]
Written August 22, 2003 by Matt

Originally published at Memories of Matthew. Please leave any comments there.

My dad is driving me up the wall. It has come to the point where I don’t even want to be home anymore. I have been spending my time out of the house with my friends. It’s actually making things worse between me and him, but at the same time it is helping me avoid a confrontation. I honestly don’t care anymore. Ever since Lisa and I separated, I really don’t care about anything. I have been spending a lot of my time doing two things: thinking or getting wasted.


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