The Decay of Lying

Oscar Wilde had a brilliant way of expression...

"One of the chief causes that can be assigned for the curiously commonplace character of most of the literature of our age is undoubtedly the decay of Lying as an art, a science, and a social pleasure. The ancient historians gave us delightful fiction in the form of fact; the modern novelist presents us with dull facts under the guise of fiction. The BlueBook is rapidly becoming his ideal both for method and manner. He has his tedious ' document humain,' his miserable little 'coin de la creation,' into which he peers with his microscope. He is to be found at the Librairie Nationale, or at the British Museum, shamelessly reading up his subject. He has not even the courage of other people's ideas, but insists on going directly to life for everything and ultimately, between encyclopaedias and personal experience, he comes to the ground, having drawn his types from the family circle or from the weekly washerwoman, and having acquired an amount of useful information from which never, even in his most meditative moments, can he thoroughly free himself.

The loss that results to literature in general from this false ideal of our time can hardly be overestimated. People have a careless way of talking about a 'born liar,' just as they talk about a 'born poet.' But in both cases they are wrong. Lying and poetry are arts--arts, as Plato saw, not unconnected with each other--and they require the most careful study, the most disinterested devotion. Indeed, they have their technique, just as the more material arts of painting and sculpture have, their subtle secrets of form and. colour, their craftmysteries, their deliberate artistic methods. As one knows the poet by his fine music, so one can recognize the liar by his rich rhythmic utterance, and in neither case will the casual inspiration of the moment suffice. Here, as elsewhere, practice must precede perfection. But in modern days while the fashion of writing poetry has become far too common, and should, if possible, be discouraged, the fashion of lying has almost fallen into disrepute. Many a young man starts in life with a natural gift for exaggeration which, if nurtured in congenial and sympathetic surroundings, or by the imitation of the best models, might grow into something really great and wonderful. But, as a rule, he comes to nothing. He either falls into careless habits of accuracy, or takes to frequenting the society of the aged and the wellinformed. Both things are equally fatal to his imagination, as indeed they would be fatal to the imagination of anybody, and in a short time he develops a morbid and unhealthy faculty of truthtelling, begins to verify all statements made in his presence, has no hesitation in contradicting people who are much younger than himself, and often ends by writing novels which are so like life that no one can possibly believe in their probability. This is no isolated instance that we are giving. It is simply one example out of many; and if something cannot be done to check, or at least to modify, our monstrous worship of facts, Art will become sterile and Beauty will pass away from the land."

Infinitely Interesting

There are times in your life when you have to take the good with the bad. The departure of my dearest friend was devastating of course. The only good thing I actually had going on at the time was the possibility of something substancial. The kisses and affection of a person that blows my mind. 

You can't mistake a feeling like that. That sensation that maybe you might be on to something. The cosmic connection when your eyes lock and your skin makes contact. It's a spark for sure. I'm just glad it happened to me. 

He Only Sings When He's Sad

So I find myself up and unable to sleep. Slumber hasn't been kind to me and since I lost one of my best friends it's especially evil. I've kept my head up and supported the people that need it more than myself. I've been on "suicide watch" by my mother and just think.... ya know, maybe she has reason to think that I might do something drastic like that. Not that I would, but... that I could.

And tonight I confessed to Crystal that it wasn't that far from thought. I just wish that an accident would happen to me. Just so that I could see my friend again. All of them. Mike, Brian, Sunshine....

I'm here.. typing, crying, just trying to get by..... and I can't. I just want this pain to pass. I just want this void to be filled cause it aches so much without him. So much! And he loved me so much. Fuck man!! I'm happy we spent those last moments together that we did. Something that should not have happened, but magically did. :) I invaded his soul without knowing and now he invades mine. Without knowing... 

Writing the last words I have to say to him has been so hard that I can't even convey in words... I don't know how I'm going to get through reading it. All I know is that I'm up, alone & lonely. He was always up at any time to answer my calls, or share random drunken late night stories.. always. I wish we could meet in the middle. I do. If I could, I swear i would right now. and yes, leave everyone behind. Cause I feel like the pain would ease & maybe I'd feel better being elsewhere with my friend that I miss deeply. So deeply that it hurts in my chest everytime I inhale. 

All I can ask is for him to grace me with his presence in the subconsciencious form of 

dreaming. I already feel as if he's contacting me through music. (I have my reasons.) But there's nothing like that guarantee. But what is that exactly? Ugh. 

Being strong is what I have to do and it WILL make me stronger. But godamn is the process to enlightenment & strength a motherfucker!? 

What is life without evolvement?

Cloudy Daze.

Since I can't even begin to write about how I feel right now... I'm posting lyrics.

You left a mark. I wear it proudly on my chest, above my heart. To remind me that I feel the best when I'm with you. Everything is effortless, you know it's true. My eyes are painted with regret. And I don't need it. Cause I'm walking down this road alone and I figured all I'm thinking about is you, is you my love. my head is in a cloud of rain and the world, it seems so far away. And I'm just waiting for the droplets. You are like the raindrops, the raindrops falling down on me..

..you left a mark.

Cohorting 4 Four Weeks

Man has the wind picked up!

This wind has been blowing me all about. I've ended up in some strange places and come up with answers that I've normally not been able to come to on my own. Lots has happened. Lots has transpired situations into things that can't be forgotten. And... things that cant be taken back.

It's enough to make me give up and give in to a rhyme & reason that makes so much sense now, that it's a wonder why it took me so long to figure it out. Elation appears to be an understatement for me at this present point. I've discovered something that's been buried for

 some time. The vindication is deafening. And the truth is, I'm happy. 

Go figure.

 <----this picture is worth so many words to me. Especially at time like now. Words cannot convey. I'm incandescently aroused & overflown with elation.

This person... well, you know how I hate to jump the gun, but he might be the peas to my carrots.

But afterall, time tells the story that we cannot.

Tastes Like Stars

Here are just some facts on the art of kissing and how incredibly amazing it is. Enjoy guys & dolls:

The average person will spend 20,160 minutes kissing in their lifetime.

50% of all people have their first kiss before they're 14.

Kissing helps reduce tooth decay because the extra saliva cleans out your mouth.

Studies show that when you kiss someone with the same color hair, the kiss tends to be more passionate.

You burn 26 calories in a one minute kiss.

You only use two muscles in your face when you peck kiss, but you use all your facial muscles & burn calories when you kiss passionately.

A German study finds that two-thirds of people turn their heads to the right during kissing.

In Naples, Italy in the 16th century, kissing was offense that carried the death penalty.

On Valentine's Day '04, an Italian couple broke the record for the longest kiss at 31 hours & 18 minutes. Beating the previous record by 18 minutes & 33 seconds. (The man needed oxygen afterwards)

Juicy

I'd first like to point out, how fucking cute is this?!?------>>

And now I return you to your regularly scheduled randomness:

Someone once said that when you're not looking for something, it stumbles along and finds you. And since fate only takes you so far, you have to make the rest happen. That can be quite nerve bending because there's no telling in life, with anything. Of course if you make a decision that leads you the wrong way, you can only blame yourself. But if it pans out... well that's quite a feeling that you can't duplicate. 

I believe I'm going to take the path once traveled, only this time, I have different shoes.