Beneath this mask there is more than flesh... Beneath this mask there is an idea, everybody, and ideas are bulletproof

Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it. -Confucious

You can't be who you are if you don't know who you are. -Jared Perkins

From the book The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
Once on a yellow peice of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
and he called it "chops"
because that was the name of his dog
and thats what it was all about
his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
and his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts.
that was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
and he let them sing on the bus
and his little sister was born
with tiny nails and no hair
and his mother and father kissed alot
and the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
and his father always tucked him in bed at night
and was always there to do it
once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
and that's what it was all about
and his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of the new paint
and the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
and left butts on the pews
and sometime they would burn holes
that was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
and the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see santa claus
and the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed alot
and his father never tucked him in bed at night
and his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it
once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
and he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
and thats what it was all about
and his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
that was the year Father Tracy died
and he forgot how the end
of the Apostles's Creed went
and he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
and his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
and the girl around the corner
wore too much make up
that made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
becuase it was the thing to do
and at 3 am he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
that's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
and he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
because that's what it was really all about
and he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
and he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didnt think
he could reach the kitchen----

"There's no question that the minute I got elected, the storm clouds on the horizon were nearly directly overhead" - George W. Bush

"Dyin' ain't much of a livin'." The Outlaw Josey Wales, to a bounty hunter who is trying to decide if he is actually going to try to take him.

"Through happiness, gloom, blessings, and strife. Keep going, just as I do, treading life."-Yours Truly

"Well, I may not believe in what you say, but I'll fight to the death to defend your right to say it!"

The blood of the innocent stains your hands,
Anarchy reigns through your bloodthirsty bands
But to them, you are free of guilt,
You see, your innocence rests on the empires you've built.

Confusion never stops
Closing walls and ticking clocks gonna
Come back and take you home
I could not stop but you now know singing
Come out upon my seas
Curse missed opportunities am I
A part of the cure?
Or am I part of the disease?" -"Clocks" -Coldplay

Nin·ja·sexu·al·i·ty
Pronunciation: "nin-juh-sek-sh-'wal-t-E"
Fuction: Noun
: the act or actions of sexuality involving ninja(s)
a: Having physical cohabitation with a person of ninjasexual orientation
b: interest in becoming ninjasexual or open to ideas of
c: the act of performing assassinations upon other ninjasexuals or non ninjuasexuals.
What sexuality are you?
I practice Ninjasexuality !

Diogenes the cynic when asked what to do with his body- I don't mind if you throw me outside with beasts, so long as you give something to defend myself with. *then they said we meant if you were dead* If I am dead then why should I care?

"For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command or faith a dictum. I am my own God. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us."

Charles Bukowski