You may be able to point out the ‘holes’ in science and say why it can’t disprove God (while ignoring all of the holes in religion and the lack of information about God); however, you can not deny that paper..disproves Spock.
*Disclaimer* I am not by any means attacking the religions, or beliefs, of anyone
I was scrolling through Facebook when an article called “Lessons Learned From A Year Without Showering”, written by Rob Greenfield, caught my attention. Naturally, my curiosity got the best of me so, I clicked it. Turns out, it is not at all what I thought it would be. It’s an awesome article about a guy’s journey to conserve water and be environmentally friendly. He uses natural sources to bathe and eco-friendly soap to stay clean. It’s a really interesting article with some pretty awesome pictures so I wanted to share it for those interested in cool, and tough, ways to be green.
http://robgreenfield.tv/lessons-learned-year-without-showering/
Enjoy đ
Decided to write a poem really quick đ
Can we remember to
commemorate the life
we never had. We moderate
and date back. Stuck in a
Hellenistic age, we
romanticize our faults.
Bleeding gold, so cheerful,
wanting to be a part of the new
world. Yearning, burning, our
bodies collide. Wishing for breath
we are tossed into flames.
Scorching through time travel,
placed near rivers, lying at
stakes, tied to stone, we
fall. Sinking, until we rise again.
We excrete our revenge onto
those who believe they are
celestial beings. Poisoning
their ideology, We crawl over
their minds and melt into their
prefrontal cortex. Warping their
Thoughts so that they are shaped
to mirror our own. We create a
new form of mind control.
Membrane coated, organ operated
robots, living for our every whim.
Pushing forth greater intelligence
and complex thought patterns,
we unite the improved beings.
We take them by the handful
and store them into enlarged
vessels. Building a clan of
demigods, the world becomes ours.
I like doing weird drawings. I just did this sketch a few minutes ago.
I wrote this last night when I was watching the Goosebumps episode “Piano Lessons Can Be Deadly”.
*Spoiler Alert For Those Who Missed Out on Childhood*
It was the one with the the little boy who wants to learn to play piano so that he could play with this girl he met. He ends up going to some shady place for the lessons and the teacher (who is apparently a robot that the ‘janitor’ created) malfunctions, so to speak, and tries to steal the boys hands. He runs to the basement  and where the janitor saves him; when actuality he was controlling the instructor and tries to steal the boys hand as well. The ghost haunting the boy’s home (and piano) expels itself from his body and protects him.
It’s pretty cool. Goosebumps in general is awesome and on Netflix!!!!
Okay, no more rambling. Here’s the poem:
Beautiful hands
intertwine.
Fingers wrap around
one another,
braiding into bars,
notes tying them
together. Melodies
dance within their
veins creating a smooth
rhythm. Orchestrating
motions and
symphonizing sounds,
they release themselves,
taking their final
bow.
 I’ve been having a little fun with lines. I don’t think that I’m finished yet; however, I wanted to share my weirdness anyway.
This is a little rough but, I thought I would just share it anyway. Couldn’t hurt.
With a teasing, jocose smile, he stood
Grabbing the aging bottle of whiskey
from the cabinet
-this you will enjoy
He smirked
while his young companion watched with
a slow moving eye
Virgin to this form of advancement
he was unsure of what to do
His increment to the situation was nothing
short of bafflement
He watched quietly as the elongated
mass retrieved two short glasses
and returned to his company
Steadily, he watched as the brown liquid was
poured evenly into the glasses
Shortly, to no surprise of his, he was
handed a glass
-I can’t
he protested nervously
-it’s good for you
the man urged him
Earthquakes erupted in his hands as he took the glass
He choked down his first sip
Bemused by the smoothness of the elder liquor
he took another sip
-is this to your liking
the man asked with a voice smoother than the whiskey
-oh yes. Thank you it’s very nice
-good
he replied as he stood and removed his long black robe
-forgive me but it is a little warm
in here. I hope you don’t mind
-n-no, of course not
he responded nervously, trying to avert his attention from his exposed suitor
He finished his drink quickly
becoming intoxicated on the aroma alone
He looked up to see the man smiling sweetly as he traced the rim of his glass
-would you like another
He cooed seductively
-I shouldn’t. I’m feeling a little lightheaded
Ignoring his protest, the man poured him
another glass
-I’ll care for you if necessary
he assured him
There was an aftershock as he lifted the glass to his lips
His cheeks reddened as he pulled in the liquid greedily
-are you not having any
he hiccupped
-I am
he told him as he raised the glass to him slightly before swallowing it completely
-I think in will have another as well
he smiled as he poured himself another glass
The young man watched in awe as that glass was finished just as quickly as the first
-you’ll get used to it
He told him as he poured another glass
-finish
He instructed the boy
The boy did as he was told
He raised his glass to his lips and attempted to swallow it all his the older man did
He was unsuccessful in his attempt to finish his glass
Causing himself to cough profusely as the liquor trickles down his cheek
A deep, rumbling laugh erupted from the mans throat as he reached across the table and wiped the corner of the boys mouth and brought that finger back to his own lips
-try not to spill
He told him as he licked the remnants of the liquor from his finger
-im sorry, my mind was elsewhere
He apologized as he made second attempt to empty his glass of everything but air
This one being more successful than the first
he sat his glass down in triumph
Without asking he man began to pour him another glass
-no
He protested quickly
-I believe I’ve had enough
-nonsense
He replied slyly
-we’re just getting started
“Reach for the sky”, he
yells to me from beneath my
feet. Living in the ground
and growing through
trees, he leaves. Pushing through
my spirit, aiming
for the clouds, and grabbing
hold of the sun, I burn.
Within him, I scream and he,
calms me. White fire turns to
ice and we, I , am soothed.
Blisters explode into new skin,
wrapping us closer together.
Stars align as we intertwine
morphing into one magnificent
Being. We fly, buzzing
through space and weaving
through planets, tying them
together; traveling light years to see
them collide. Twirling
constantly until we arrive to a
new planet. We land, stepping unto fresh
ground. Green smoke dances at
our feet. Climbing up our legs, to our
heads, it make its way through the
atmosphere. Its aurora recreates
color above us. Birthing new stars as
it flows through space. And we,
feet planted firmly on the ground,
create new life. We build superior
beings from fallen stars. Allowing them
to transform into miniature suns. Creating
pure warmth, they grab hold of us.
Melting our tainted souls into
puddles of white energy, they free
us. We become one pristine
presence, living in one harmonious world
Walking silently.
Soft soles cushion
my blow to the Earth.
A large face stares up at me
with every step. Massive
eyes watching my every move.
An abnormal mouth
holds my feet and,
OH MY GOD Homer Simpson
is eating me alive. His ecru
lips wraps around my feet
and climbs up my calves to
my thighs. He is eating me to
excess and washing me
down with my beer. Fantastical
eyes stare up at me angrily as
Homer fucking Simpson chomps
down on legs, crippling
me so I can’t run but, still,
I try. I keep moving forward
and he follows me. His fatigued
hat curls over his eyes
darkening them; creating a sinister
glare, he stares.
Those bulbous eyes watches me
as he engorges on my being.
A mixture of laughs and screams
fill the air. I try to pull him off,
hide him in my closet but, Homer
mother fucking Simpson doesnât
quit when he’s hungry. This
gluttonous being taunts me as
I crawl. Blood spews from
my mangled stubs. I attempt to
escape, trying to distract him with
promises of beer and donuts but
he keeps coming for me. He grows
as he gurgles hungrily, licking
my blood from the ground as he
trails slowly behind me, laughing
as I reach the door. Grabbing hold
of the knob, I pull. Sliding as the door
swings open, I hear another laugh.
I look up and fucking Homer
is in front of me foaming at the
mouth. I look back to see his bloody
sneer approaching me and scream.
I had forgotten that these fucking
things come in pairs.
My heart pounds, blood rushes
from me and I am paralyzed.
These fucking monsters just stare
at me, grinning at my misfortune.
Immobile, I watch as their
mouths grow; Inaudible shrieks
escape my lips as gasps. Panic sets in.
My body weakens more. My visions blurs
as they come closer. “Ready”, they
ask as they hover over me drooling. Lacking
strength, I whisper, “Fuck you Homers”
When I was a sophomore, I had this awesome professor for poetry writing who introduced me to different forms of poetry. One form I learned was the double abecedarian. It is a 26 line poem written in alphabetical order. Each line begins and ends with a letter of the alphabet, for example, a to z, b to y, c to x, d to w, and so on.
It can be pretty difficult but it’s also really awesome so, I have decided to give it another try. I wanted to share both attempts, first is the one from class and the second is from this morning.
Attempt 1: Overdose
And you thought I was done when you called me a ditz
back in the woods. I still remember when you said, âYou, I will buryâ.
Couldn’t care less when I screamed your name so you put me in a box.
Down in the dirt, I groaned with a bow.
Even though you claimed to be the best when you introduced me to the Chekhov
found in your bag, I shouldâve known it was a lie that was colored ecru.
Going down it was raw. I didnât realize that that was the hint.
Had I stopped there, I wouldn’t be here thinking about your puzzles.
I realize now, the light brown didn’t match and your little friend was plastic with a gear;
jaded and abused. When you hit me with it, it would bend PDQ.
Killing my insides, you put an end to my stop,
âlettingâ me continue. Actually, you forced me so I died a long time ago.
Making me a slave, I was a soldier to your objection.
Never given a gun, I fought with your scream.
Out in the woods, you let me fall.
Pounding on your heart, my doors never closed to your fuck.
Questioning the size, it was a benj
rather than a pass, but it was my first and I
should not have let you go forth.
Tucked under your body, I was a victim to your lying.
Understanding my faults, I was cut in half.
âViva la vaginaâ, was all the shit you gave.
When you looked into my eyes it sucked.
X-ray vision allowed you to fuck my mind when my words were too elliptic.
Zoned in treatment, while your toes curled, I was stuck with anemia.
Attempt 2: From The Sky, Pull
Amazing buzz
Buried in smoke and engulfed by
considerable ways of the fox.
Down, I fall to your sly touch. Moving to a bow,
everlasting fear blankets me as I gain new maglev.
Forever, you pull me back with an offering of bijou.
Giving me tiny things in retrospect;
harboring all smalls,
I fall again and become the bringer of your
joust. I fly towards you with a tranq
killing your awakening and disarming your help.
Life continues through reincarnated virtuoso
moving backward in brown
nonsense. Giving no time for calm
operative motions, you fall.
Pulling through magnetic force, you come back
Quibbling, you pronounce yourself a Benj
reversing my process so that I
sacrifice life for your church.
Tumbling,
underneath your ability to chaff.
Vigorous torture
will never end for the watched.
Xenophobia comes to light. That phobic
yield placed on me goes well beyond drab.
Zero hour has reached and I am in dystopia
tadaa..I think finishing it definitely counts as success
Also some of the sentences were cut which makes the form look wrong but it’s not..I just don’t know how to fix it
jericmasters 
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