Shakespeare: Original Pronunciation

mourn the cattle, praise the beef

mourn the cattle

praise the beef

born to eat

crazed for meat
torn and shattered
blaze and cheat
swore not to tattle
not playin for keeps
floor is scattered
so cage the green
the wars are fatter
yet more discreet
gore and chatter
whore the screens
the world is flatter
frayed and bleak
adore and flatter
and pray for me
blink fuck sleep
repeat

Mindfulness

I really dislike a large percentage of those "# of Reasons Why Srsly Who Gives A F--k" articles that keep popping up in the newsfeed. Don't let some 20-something amateur bloggers govern your approach to the ever-complicating human experience.

Oh wait, I'm a 20-something blogger. Fuck.

Earth got along just fine for billions of years before humankind. She is the provider of everything we require for a happy existence.

We learned how to create emptiness and pine over it. Imagine problems and fantasize them into monsters. Fear the beasts and spend a short lifetime hoping to slay them -- unrelenting yet completely resistant to one of the greater axioms of the human experience: you are the savage, the demon, the beast.

With your teeth, you will destroy.
And with your hands, you can create.

Love and breathe in the candor of our cyclical universe.

It took me 22 years to learn that bad people do good things, but more importantly good people do bad things. Shortly after that, and every day since, I have been fighting to understand what bad is.

Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you. - Hafiz