Mmm.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/circusrunaway/

In honor of anyone, abused with hate.

Violence as a way of achieving racial justice is both impractical and immoral. It is impractical because it is a descending spiral ending in destruction for all. The old law of an eye for an eye leaves everybody blind. It is immoral because it seeks to humiliate the opponent rather than win his understanding; it seeks to annihilate rather than to convert. Violence is immoral because it thrives on hatred rather than love. It destroys a community and makes brotherhood impossible. It leaves society in monologue rather than dialogue. Violence ends by defeating itself. It creates bitterness in the survivors and brutality in the destroyers.

MLK Jr.

What the hell.

I'm so boring. Blah. Meh. Nothing to offer this wide world. I'm just sitting on the couch wasting away. But perhaps its connected to the fact that I just got cable and am obsessing over crap reality tv?

Fleet Foxes Cover.

CHECK IT OUT

http://yayeveryday.com/post/3434

Thanks to Hannah Agon for finding it.

“Humans have a knack for choosing precisely the things that are worst for them.”
Albus Dumbledore

I found this a while ago, then my friend Katie posted it on her blog and it reminded me why I saved this in the first place. So here I am, posting it again in hopes of reminding myself of such words.

ULTIMATE FRISBEE.

WE are beyond ultimate, appreciate it.

Title.

A taste of what my life is made of.

What are you dreaming of, Ashley?

Things I see.

Back at it.

The Adventure

The Adventure
Originally uploaded by abigail.claire

I'm so inspired by this. I want to take a stab at a project like this.

The desires of our heart's are as twisted as corkscrews.

I concur.

I still don't know where I stand, but this was interesting nonetheless:



"We atheists do not believe in gods, or angels, or demons, or souls that endure, or a meeting place after all is said and done where more can be said and done and the point of it all revealed. We don’t believe in the possibility of redemption after our lives, but the necessity of compassion in our lives. We believe in people, in their joys and pains, in their good ideas and their wit and wisdom. We believe in human rights and dignity, and we know what it is for those to be trampled on by brutes and vandals. We may believe that the universe is pitilessly indifferent but we know that friends and strangers alike most certainly are not. We despise atrocity, not because a god tells us that it is wrong, but because if not massacre, then nothing could be wrong."

Take it or leave it. Its mere food for thought.

Peace in the Valley.

There will be peace in the valley someday.
When pain and sorrow flee from sight.
There will be no sadness.

"Well, I'm tired and so weary
But I must go along
Till the lord will come and call, call me away, oh yeah
Well the morning's so bright
And the Lamb is the light
And the night, night is as black as the sea, oh yes"

"Well the bear will be gentle
And the wolf will be tame
And the lion shall lay down, down by the lamb, oh yes
And the beasts from the wild
Shall be led by a child
And I'll be changed, changed from this creature that I am, oh yes"

There will be peace in the valley for me someday.


I miss you so incredibly much. It is unfathomable.

Love is for Poor People.

Do you think that atheists and anti-love anarchists feel the way they do because they've been hurt? Is it pain that perpetuates the continual rebellious desires to take the road less traveled? I honestly believe that pain is the culprit in the demise of the already love-mamed individuals of this planet. I too feel a little angry and angsty from time to time mostly because I lack trust where it's necessary.

I'm bitter, damnit.
I deserve more respect than I am handed.
I give so much.
And I'm so ridiculously patient.

I just want to be heard. "Listen to my words!", I cry.

Hm.

I realize now that it is a combination of my pent up frustrations and my hidden spouts of envy that provoke these occasional outbursts of irrational hate and animosity in me.

.

Alright, well its been quite some time since I last wrote anything of value here within my second home of cyberworld. And to be quite completely honest I think its because I haven't really had time to sit down and just think.

Under Pressure.

I think I've bitten off way more than I can chew. Its starting to take a toll on my little heart. My very fragile, A.D.D heart. I can't focus enough on one emotion, nor do I envelop the capability of not taking one's words too harshly. I'm a sensitive little panda and this shit's tough. I have filled my schedule up wayyy too much. Lets take a gander at the weeks to come. For just this weekend I have:

Thursday- Class from 10am-2:15pm. Drive to Redlands. Circus rehearsal 5pm-9pm. Pick up Harvest tickets. Drive to Fullerton. Meet with study group. Spend a second with Jon, in between his guitar time.
Friday- Wake up. Drive to Redlands. Work until 6pm. Start 50/50 clowning. Crew show from 7pm until 10. Go home. Sleep.
Saturday- Wake up at 7. Work at 8 until 4. Go straight to the Y. Crew show from 5pm until 8pm. Go home. Sleep.
Sunday- Wake up at 6:30. Work at 7:30 until 2:00. Go to the Y. Crew show from 3pm until 6pm. Find time to see my mother since it is MOTHER'S DAY for shit's sake! Figure out how to get back to Fullerton. Finish Honors paper. Finish AMST paper. Start Soc paper.
Monday... I think you get the point?
This show and work continues on until the end of May.
I'm going to be under the radar for just a bit.
If you need me, call. I'll try to answer.

Mas mas mas!

Mas photos!
These are a few of my friends, Caley Soury, Ariel Soury and Jeannemarie!

Wordlessworhtless.

Sometimes, when the words have escaped my mind and have lost their way between my lips, I take pictures. So instead of a woeful composition of verbs and nouns I'll share with you what I've seen lately. From my mind to yours.

:]

I learned from a friend today that, "its not always about creating photographs. It can be about finding ones that already exist.”
I think I'll take this into account in my next fit of frustration.

I'm back?

I don't really know what I'm doing with my life. But here are a few more photos I took a few weeks ago. Pardon me for my perpetual state of, "blah". I'm in a transitional period. I call it, "finding myself". Being an ambivalent transient is starting to sound better and better everyday, though.

Summer.

Over the summer, I had made the decision that the only physical attempt I could make at making the world a far more decent place was to engage my closest friends and myself in various acts of positive vandalism. We decided on places to “tag” and moving thoughts to write. One night we attacked the Lincoln Shrine in Redlands with words upon words that spilled our ever-evasive fervor. We just wanted to change the world. Or at least turn a few heads with our completely anonymous acts of zealousness. It was beautiful and on more than one outing, we all became very close to one another. We came together, for a single cause. Always with my sidewalk chalk. This is of one of our many taggings that very day. Enjoy.

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Just put your hands upon my waist.

We never change do we?

I've been walking in the same way as I did.

You make no mistake, I know just what it takes.

History sticks to your feet.

Life doesn't hold much mystery.

My cinderella, gone in a day. Maybe its better.

What> huh?? Makes no sense.

Jenna, you don't make sense.

Hey Papa,

I really miss you.

I hate titles.

I'm displeased. I could go on and attempt to write some somber piece about the woes of reality or my discontentment with the present moment, but honestly I'm just too tired. So I'll leave you with this:

Eh.

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