The One Who Murdered Slain for Their Blood.

I was reading up on Elizabeth Bathory, and I know read her article a few years back, but I came back to it and wanted to remember it for later. She was a royal back in the 16th century in current day Hungary, where she was obsessed of looking young forever. To this end, she had murdered and slain over 300 young girls and poured their blood into a bathtub where she would soak in it, in the hope this would keep her young. Because of her high nobility, she herself was not sent to death or chained in prison, but was to be house arrested in her castle for the rest of her life. She's the real life processor to mystics like Dracula and vampires. So I thought, that's pretty cool.

A Thought About Time in the 4th Dimension.

I saw was a post on reddit jokingly saying how time was like a circle, but it got me thinking about the axis of time (the 4th dimension), as I have always believed to be more of a single axis straight line.
(To be quick, 1st dimension is a single line only going one way or another; 2nd dimension is more a flat plain of field going left/right & forward/back: 3rd dimension is the state we live in where besides left/right, forward/back, we can move up/down; 4th dimension is considered as time as it goes either to the past or the future, or pretty much a 4th way of a direction in our universe.)
However, upon the consideration of alternate universes, in which the variations of possible outcomes increase with the forward of time, it makes me think that time is actually more like a triangle then a line.
For example, in a family tree, the amount of people grow though generation looking kind of a triangle, with each person on that tree able to change its fate between getting many SOs & have a buttload of kids or sadly die alone. However, at the 1st generation that person has limited opinion to change much as the possibilities will only grow after each generation.
I dunno, maybe there is probably a deeper meaning to everything to things we do not understand. Or maybe this fact already exist. But for now it was just a thought that just came to me and I'm open to discussion.

You Only Notice The Buildings When They Tear It Down.

Death is greatly underestimated in its omnipresence and its blow to the ones you know. A classmate of mine, never really close, but would smile and share a chuckle or two. Seemingly the happy-go-lucky guy but would tell you when somethings isn't right or the morals in it isn't there. Was family-close guy, knew what he wanted and always accepted the just of things. He was a good if not a great person. And it's weird you only notice these things when actually leave suddenly.
There wasn't really a thought if he'd be the one to leave so soon. I'd really thought it would a bunch of other people who would be the first to meet the man in the black cloak, myself included. The choice of the roulette wheel favours no one.
'All farewells should be sudden but only if we suddenly prevail.'

In the Hopes That Dreams Do Come True & Buffalo Wings.

For as long as I can remember, I always keep a book with me in case I need to make a note of something. As a reference, please watch that scene in Memento (by Christopher Nolan) where the chick takes all the pens in the house, talks smack to the guy who can't remember anything and watching him trying to make note of it before he forgets, in which he does.

One of these pages I try to keep close with me, is my bucket list, cause in life, you got to have goals or some sort of plan to keep your life meaningful and not to suck. On the list are some realistic goals while others are pretty far out of reach:

1. Move away from the town I grew up in. (aka Planning my prison break)
2. Meet Bill Murray before he loses his Murray-ness to time.
3. Get Knighted by the Queen (or King) and everyone around me HAS to refer to me as 'Sir' (but mainly to be a British Nobleman)
4. Ride the Vomit Comet (experience zero G)
5. Pudding Wrestling with some chick
6. Treat Mother to eat some buffalo wings at Hooters
7. Go to the Westboro Baptist Church in Topeka and give them the finger
8. The Ramen Museum in Yokohama, outside of Tokyo somewhere...

But keep in mind, Don't stop believin.

Caught in a Prime Directive State.

At times, the 4th dimension creates an internal conflict in all of us. I mean the delusion of time and of age. I look around and seeing what everyone else is doing. I scroll though the pictures and watch the videos, and I can't help but to walk along the same roads they were, but its never the same feeling or maintains that same notion. The 20s will go by very fast, or so I hear as my facial hair refuses to stop growing or something. I'd kinda wished I would be 13 forever.
When I kinda think about it, I first always wanted to be an astronaut. To move around in zero G, to ride the rocket out of the earth and explore the cosmic unknown. To boldly go where no man has gone before! But first we have to accomplish creating a craft that can reach and with stand warp speeds. Otherwise, were Prime Directive state.....  I talk too much.
But can't stop trying to make something. Regardless of how much will look goofy. Goofy is what I know. And possibly the best of Mickey Mouse characters, though how he can talk and not Pluto hits my head. Like a honeycomb Saturn afternoon.  

Understanding What the Smiths Were Talking About.

What can I say when there many synonyms to describe sorrow and misfortune. As facebook was created to watch the success of those peers. To make themselves feel special and unique. To feel as if life was not being wasted and to leave those who don't behind to taste the dirt around them.  For my bitterness is self-affected with only the winds from the moon and the night around will come to console or attack what I have left on the surface. As I don't think I'm strong enough to overcome the height of stands in front of me, there's nothing else I can do for it will burn within me until it can swallow me into the smolder of perished.

The World Seems Quiet When I'm Standing High Above It.

Though the wraiths of mist in the wind,

For I stare into the eyes of sonder;

As the buildings below become obtuse,

I don't recognize this place any more.

You Had Me At Wes Anderson.

If you watch the first few seconds of the trailer, movie, web site, or even its movie poster, you'd think they're trying too hard to be Wes Anderson (The film is not directed by Wes Anderson, but did a fine good job). True. But these days, even Wes Anderson becoming too Wes Anderson. And neither is far from a bad thing. Adventures in the Sin Bin is a loose adaptation of "The Apartment" set back in the 60s (or so from Wikipedia), but it definitely has a lot more heart then your average coming-of-age youth story. It's strong points are its script, its acting, and the art direction that makes you question if it is set in the 60s, which it actually is not (which is weird because it creatively keeps the newest of technologies out like land lines instead of smartphones / polaroids instead of... well smartphones). Just watch the trailer, and maybe find it on Netflix so you know what I'm talking about.

Who Cares What They're Saying, It's Nothing Without The Tinkle-Tingle Spotlight in the Hotlight.

Good velocity as Iceage brings rock back to a authentic and rabid state it once glorified to be. Rock music maybe 5 feet above the coffin floor, but you can never kill it off in the moonlight or daylight or any time of rights. I want to be the sensation to bring us back to the glory land and salvation. I hope to one day to make music as cool as it can be because the heart is there but nobody can hear it beat, thus does it make a sound? Que la lumière soit!

Nelson's Not Dead. They Can Never Kill Him Off.

His enemies kept a nasty veil on itself to maintain a now abandoned status quo. Change is ever present and will forever dictate the policies of government and of any nation. Any man who wants that change for good should never stand alone. As there were many who walked beside him, he spent many years alone, apart from the world. Yet, to return to find his beliefs rooted in the hearts of people who have gained the willpower to challenge the status quo and change the path of history. Nelson will never die as long as we remember him and what he inspire us to change.

Those Daily Mailing Postage Twiding By Hillside Afternooning Forgotten Residue.

I haven't done my monthly playlist in much a while, nor update the blog, nor the talk of discussion, or too much in anything that relates to correct grammar. It's so much with the times and the arc of change, the once refreshing feeling that causes the certain nerve on your backbone to tingle, to make you want to breakdance in public. Or something like that.

But I could only watch and listen, and sit conform and idlely, to the tune of raindrops, the sound of wind blushing over itself, the smell of asphalt and the cars that drive over it. Like Pershing watching WWII or Tom Verlaine watching the 80s. A back-and-forth lunchwagon arriving on the scene twelve hours too late. Time passes so much when you ignore sunlight, as the moon hopes to be helpful, but can only sigh as he can only watch.

I can only dance at thoughts like this, in a tune soft as silence, and trails on the dirt and grass I travel over. I'd hate the feeling that I accept, as much as becoming comfortable with drowning when your left finding your way how to swim.

I'd wish I could relate.
I'd wish I could relate to anyone.
But even when she smiles, I'll fumble.

After the Fall of Heisenberg Reich, A King Left Wandering the Desert for His Lifetime

There's definitely a lot of interesting characters beyond just Walt &Co. , so I'd propose there needs to be a little mini-series to explain the characters back story.
 Here are some examples:

-Mike : his days as a cop in Philly, his change to the criminal world, and why he moved to ABQ

-Gus : his days in chile, how he met Max, and his rise to the top, or just how he got Don Elando's attention

-Jesse : his days in high school, his relationship with his family, and how he met friends he meets (Badger, Skinny Pete, Krazy-8, etc.

-Gretchen & Elliot : how Walt met Elliot, how they fell out, Walt's relationship with Gretchen, and his decision to turn to high school teaching. ( note : I can imagine a scene at the end of this one that pre-shadows Walt the 52 - Denny's scene, but instead meets Skyler for the first time as a Waitress and the starting of their relationship)

-Hector Salamanca - toward the twilight of his Cartel days, his stroke, his entry into ABQ, how he met Tuco, (and it ends with the picture going black and the sound of him ringing the bell for the first time)

-Epilogue - Holly - 17 years after "52" , Holly, if she is still alive, goes on her teenage life parentless (if that is the case), without knowing what truly happened to them, not knowing what is the truth or a lie. She appears almost similar to Jane in the way she dresses up and we truly see the long term effects with all Walt has done. She meets a boy (who not only reminds of Jesse but introduces to her almost the same way as Jesse did), they become friends and offers to ease her the past pain put on her, and irony of ironies, he offers a lost bag of blue sky, the true product of her father, which has also has been lost but has become equally legendary. She faces a moral decision faced by peer pressure, to take and use the meth. This itself would be symbolic on many levels, but the main one is, will she accept or bury away her father legacy? The show turns to black before the answer is revealed, the last mystery left to viewers.

It sound like something i'd like to invest in, as the series is mainly focused on Walt. There's so much back story i'd like to know even after the finale is over. Just saying...

Baroque Flavours From The Leather Sidewalks of Brisbain.

To wake and know its all over,
or stay up to live it all as fast as you can,
to wear twenty-four stains to keep in mind
the controlled pace of splendor;
couldn't shake off the work,
when the sweat makes the taste smoother;
the hands shade the mind,
as the sunlight fakes a swift turn;
in the season of cinnamon dreams,
too wild to spit out
but enough to just hold on
yet I'm still on my feet,
eyes deep in a shot of self doubt,
to use in florescent places
as it repeats such a pleasant sound;
And when she smiles the taste of a favourite colour,
the swoons keep attacking
when the flashlight couldn't care to find us
but the hold ran away with our clothes
as the fog won't make those polite any smarter
in which the echoes called us all fools
but we're just as young as we write.

Mindless Banter, Session 7.

A long missed dilated view,
though the mist of the unshaded wind
my single breath is sailed into the sight
and the milky clouds swirl off to cover;
the stars seems so shy tonight.
but still, the view off from the diagonal,
every time I stood in view of that light,
no longer can I feel to stay cold again,
as it falls deeper into pitfall;
only the chilled steel of the fence to hold on,
in the aye, I'd took a glance so fragile;
I'd wish I was somewhere up there with you.

Something About Bears and Their Fur.

As I watch my summer coming to a fast close, so much as changed and yet, a handful of ideas stood still. Like bears, one white, one red and one brown. The white outgrew the cold climate and became so eloquent, yet outgoing then it once was. The red one kept quiet in its own cave, but truly blossomed into its own, never to be seen from again. However, brown one, hides behind the rocks and trees and things, always in the back of my mind, as if its gonna attack and rip my face off. But to truly know if its still following me, no clue, but I still have to turn my head every now and then, as I do wish the comfort of something that was once lost. but at least the fur feels nice.

The Newest of Wonders Help See The Light Of What Was Once Missing.

My good-good-awesome-sweet-nice friend
found an old 110 camera out of the nowhere's
and decided to pass on the goodness over to me.
fortune's a nasty wonder in this odd world...

The Niceness of Learning Your Peers.

I dunno why they and them would act in this and that kind of way, but thats just how things are done. The will of survival and the struggle to continue in the harshest of weather and pressure and might. In a place where everyone wants to rule the world or just have a good time with what they have, suddenly I have no idea where everyone is going.

Here we are, trapped in someway, thinking we either need to get free or everything I need is here, still the value in knowing everything is meaningless as we're bound to self-destruct sometime. All these emotions bottled up, growing stale after so long, we become rusty and unaware of everything, becoming used as we just do it to ourselves. I know that I don't know of the things I want, as everything changes along with those desires, and we'll never now to the ones who want to be sane in the same. For so long, I guess that's just the way it is, as I'm become so bored with myself. I'm so bored with everyone else. The winter will surely be colder.

The Oddness of It All.

Today, while roaming across the web, looking though my online purchases, I found something that brought back some odd nostalgia, but also something i'd wouldn't want to face.

Ok. Rewind three and a half years back. The little young self, yearning and adventuring on youthful dreams and trying to milk every moment and memory to hold on as long as possible. The same vision of the same picture in my head repeating itself, trying to make some kind of mark. We'd wish for things that wouldn't come true, but kept on with the faith that someone would answer that call.
Back to the now. I'd feel so foolish and stupid to hold on to that same ideal, wondering a simular thought so special, mixed up with everything that has changed us from what we were to now; that something had changed since then. But I know nothing's changed since. And i'm surly paying the toll on that something stupid. I know I'll get though the oddness of it all.

Facebook is Our Horcrux : Laugh and to Book Them All?

I have not used facebook in about 1 1/2 years. It's weird to think for anyone young and continually connected to ur peers can keep a second away from anyone. It's kinda like the Horcrux from Harry Potter, as you rip a part of your soul away in something seen everywhere. Sometimes i just love having the comfort of staying hidden.
Part of it is to save face to keep life off the web and more in RL. But its just weird when you make new friends and the new norm is now on the net. It makes me much paranoid when your everyone can find and watch you, as anyone can be the modern stalker!

Ummm... I have nothing against it or anything, nor do I want to be bias about the most fantasicist invention on the webs since the electronic sliced bread, but I guess I sometimes miss the old feel of the webs on the electronica, changing and worrying about the feel and look of a profile, the words posted on the others walls, and the other apps you can to play with you peers and friends. Maybe one side of it is Adapt or Die or some kind of nostalgia, but maybe i still feel strange going back to it. Like just leaving prison after living there your whole life. But only this is just a returning to an old one. One I left with good reason and no regrets or temptations. It's just a weird one.

American Graffiti.

Somewhere in the neighbourhood, comes birdbrain marking up the place with some pretty cool drawings and markings. I like to walk around those areas, humming the Jam's "Going Underground" cause sometimes I'd like to hide out with the underground scenes and be a part of something. But I rather just to watch it all.