Lo

Overtly, I had so-called normal relationships with a number of terrestrial women having pumpkins or pears for breasts; inly, I was consumed by a hell furnace of localized lust for every passing nymphet whom as a law-abiding poltroon I never dared approach. The human females I was allowed to wield were but palliative agents. I am ready to believe that the sensations I derived from natural fornication were much the same as those known to normal big males consorting with their normal big mates in that routine rhythm which shakes the world. The trouble was that those gentlemen had not, and I had, caught glimpses of an incomparably more poignant bliss. The dimmest of my pollutive dreams was a thousand times more dazzling than all the adultery the most virile writer of genius or the most talented impotent might imagine.
- Lolita by Nabokov


He vows to fly self-banished from the land,
Nor stay to bring upon his house the curse
Himself had uttered; but he has no strength
Nor one to guide him, and his torture's more
Than man can suffer, as yourselves will see.
For lo, the palace portals are unbarred,
And soon ye shall behold a sight so sad
That he who must abhorred would pity it.


I shall provide writings of my own once finals have passed. Perhaps some honesty, perhaps a show, hence indirectly my mind discovers peace, Jehovah Saves she who is Pure, woe our death was premature

If just for once I could




then I would




with the utmost haste




find us interlaced

Be-low

Damn how I despise having a runny nose. If I were to be confined within the walls of my cozy home the current predicament would not be in existence. The instant I place myself among the population of the public I immediately become aware of the severity of excess mucous. Perhaps such notations are an amplification created within the rabid dimensions of my brain, but with every nostril inhale, the sound generated is sufficient enough to quite literally 'wake the dead.' An apparent method of avoiding such self-induced phobia would be to buffet the plethora of viscous immunities properly into a tissue which is easily disposed; however, the logistics behind such actions deem impossible for I to overcome. For such relief activity to commence I would first have to remove myself for the viewing vicinity of other human beings; forcing myself to publicly rise up from my dwelling of learning, walk under the scrutiny of my piers towards the gateway of exodus, then proceed to wait for a clearing in the hallway allowing for adequate isolation.

incomplete
bored between classes with a bothersome runny nose
during the summer time to boot

Before bed

Random thoughts and incomplete opinions shall constitute the majority of this blog. I do believe I will start to keep a notebook next to me as I sleep, curiosity is the leading rational behind this decision. I find dreams fascinating, I would love to achieve the ability of controlling lucid dreams, well, experiencing one first would be a priority. The logistics and possibilities associated with lucid dreams continues to entice me. Ahh it is the enticing allure which I consider to be my downfall. I do believe I would be ok if I only limited my ventures to others. The predictability of others dulls my preoccupation towards reactions, thus I must introduce myself as an additional experimental group. I'm glad I don't research Aids, lol.

Microbiology has consumed the majority of my time, I do find the course interesting. I would like the chance to take the course over an actual semester instead of a condensed, fast-paced summer course. I do begin the nursing core classes this fall. Sam has been accepted at the last minute, yay..... I get to witness him and Lauren, only this time I will not refrain from stating my opinions and thoughts, no censorship. I do not care to embody a front. I will not mock nor belittle them for their beliefs, nor jump in and present my thoughts, but if I am asked then I will produce all too willingly. I do not expect to be all buddy and study sessions with them as I have been in previous semesters. As always I will attempt to refrain from jumping in and making friends and all which encompasses such an action, if I met and befriend people along the way then so be it. I only desire to excel in my studies and achieve success. The rest shall follow.

I am anticipating the upcoming soccer season, however there never seems to be a break or an off season. With international play and various tournaments, soccer is on nearly everyday of the year, which brings me joy! Still a Man U fan at heart. I will be eagerly and full of pride cheering for the USA international team. I expect a gold cup win over this summer! FIFA has been the xbox game of choice, in the rare free time I am granted with. I do miss elder scrolls. I would like to buy the UFC games, but I do not have enough free time and would loathe the distraction.

I do wish I could remember my exact thoughts before I enter into the alpha wave sleep. Hence the appearance of a log detailing the exact dreams. I would like to see if these thoughts influence the dreams which follow.

I really want a microscope and a telescope. My desire to see is amazing. I would find a telescope relaxing. Finding a remote abandoned location around dusk, and then proceeding to observe nature and the wonders of the unknown. I can not think of anything more relaxing.


*edit
upon further thought and consideration, I am looking forward to meeting back up with Lauren and Sam. I shall not harbor any hostilities toward them and hopefully we all can make it through this first semester, but no being slain in the Spirit for me, lol.

Forgot

SO apparently I never blogged regarding the topic we received from our instructor last Monday, so here's to make-ups. We began a poetry study and each were given a poem to interpret and discuss what the poem meant to us. The Journey by Mary Oliver is the hand dealt to my by fate. Overlooking the lack of stanzas and structure, I begin to read the poem. No rhythm nor rhyme scheme, the poem however does end with a double couplet, forgive me if I do not know the correct terminology for such. We are not supposed to analyze the poem but rather declare what the poem means to us, so I will end such endeavors and focus upon the task at hand. After rereading the poem several times I find myself at the same conclusion: selfishness. The tone is definitely not one possessed by a person emitting a Savior complex. The poem is overflowing with imagery and personification. The basic end result is that of ignoring the problems of others in a cold and dark word, and just focus one's self and "save the only life you could save," yours. Oddly enough, I do not care for this poem. Now I know there are several additional aspects from which one could view this poetic work and several conclusions which can be drawn, such as what type of journey is the author on? Is it an emotional or physical journey? Is she giving up on all others because someone important to her has given up on her, and if so why? On and on and on...

Haiku

uselessly I try
to forget the face of love,
life is but a lie


by me josh b

English Class

Currently, as I create this post, I am sitting amongst my peers, well, fellow schoolmates, in my ENGL 1102 class. The topic of discussion presented regards poetry. AN overwhelmingly interesting and sincere subject to thine, however I find myself stricken with silence and fastidiously working on this post. The infallible syllabus conjures up a future assignment involving the oral presentation of home made poetry, translated as I need to compose a new work of writing. But why not dig deep withing the recesses of my laptop and various journals and present to the student body one of those? Well, because I do not desire for these feeble minded persons access to the inner workings and laborious processes occurring withing the safety borders of my skull. More than likely I will assimilate several writings and incorporate them into a new hybrid, which of course much brighter overtones, preferably a writing which will easily present one theme or conclusion, to the foreign mind, with a much deeper, complex and profound meaning, and I assume none with recognize nor give a second thought. This is how I generate my pleasure, comments pertaining to, " I read your writings and they never make sense," or, "somehow you write alot and I come away knowing nothing." This is how I generate pleasure and bliss. An inquiring mind, seeking answers to questions is what my heart longs for. Just ask. Simple.

Yes, we are to write an analysis over a poem, happiness.