The idea to remember when accepting your religion, is to know all that you can and should know about your religion, or to at least have the attempt at pursuing the answers. I (being Scott) along with Passion (being herself) pursue truth, fact, logic, and reason when looking at religion.....which is to say a religion was not found.....but the absence....Atheism. This doesnt mean we persecute those who are religious, we just have that given choice to stay skeptical. The leading religion in society to today would be that of Christianity, and i suppose.....that is where we should start.
My (Passion's) main problem with religion is that they are judgemental towards certain groups of people such as homosexuals, people of other world religions, and people who think for themselves. If it is said that "God" or "Jesus" love everyone, then why would it matter if people were gay? Why would it matter if they believed in a different diety than the Christian "God," or the Baptist "God," or Buddha, or "Allah?" Who's to say one "God" is above another, who's to say that they're not the same person---or not, they might just mythological creatures just like unicorns. Too many people are afraid to think that there is nothing after death and therefore they design this fabulous world ffor the dead who lived what "God" would deam a "good life." Those that fail at living said life, end in an eternity of fire in hell. Bullshit.
In addition (Scott enters here) the pure psychopathy in it....To have your creator who is great and almighty have such an insane personality disorder....because no matter what, god loves you.....in the same respect, he will send you to a hellish place of Pain, Suffering, and Chaos to remain for the rest of time in the purest agony......but remember......god loves you. We have people who dont even know the book they read, i can say without testing and the uptmost confidence in my own adventures with religious individuals to say that a good portion DONT know that it supports slavery. Colossians 4:1 "Masters, treat your slaves justly and fairly, knowing that you also have a Master in heaven." Not only does it condone it, but it shows your pure service to your creator, the one you follow so greatly. I ask you this, with this great idea of a pycopathic religion, tell me you a difference from this and a mass world cult other than its immidiate death of its members or persecution of others?
I only focus on christianity because it is the dominant religion.....and the others are just even more obsured, the cross paths into fiction stories told of fantasy and adventure as a child. Another great example of Psycopathy in religion is the Catholic priests that prey on children. Ive had hear much more often than i wanted to about sex scandals in these churchs. Being a Catholic priest, you do not marry, and you do not give into lust. But here we have budgets being made JUST to cover up these sorts of problems, and for what? to keep the public unknowing so you can come to a church and continue to think that there is no corruption in this religion.....i leave with this.....the idea of Faith, will only get you so far, and i hope you use what you have, logic....to at least question the ideas.....because if you are able to do it, then why shouldnt you???
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Saturday, June 4, 2011
These shoes are battle wounds
Just a few days ago my new shoes came in the mail. Two pairs of Vans Sophies--retro style shoes, sixties I believe, and they're absolutely gorgeous! Though that is not what I have come here to say, as you may have guess by the title of this post. So I shall commence!
With the arrival of my Sophies, I thought back to the only pair of tennis shoes I would wear---my converse. The right one has a growing hole at the inside heel. The heels on both are so worn down that "ALL·STAR" is completely illegible and holes are forming at the bottom. The laces on the right shoes busted, so I tied them together. They smell so bad that wearing them for five minutes makes it seem like I've worn them for days. It was obvious that these shoes needed to be retired but they've been my favorite for so long, for so many reasons, that it's been near impossible to stop wearing them.
My shoes are laden with my past love and I can't help but feel a sinking of my heart as I remove them from my feet a final time. On the toe of the right shoe "=) You are my sunshine!" is written in his small handwriting. All around the sole is "Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine...." almost completely faded away. On the toe of the left shoe "I Love You!" is inscribed in fading silver sharpie. Around the sole the words are completely gone but they used to say, "Words can't describe the way you make me feel with every smile you throw my way." The left shoe also has a green checkerboard shoe lace, the other is on his right shoe. I purchased the shoe laces two Christmases ago and it was our "together, always, whenever" kind of deal.
We haven't talked in so long and I know that it's best for us if we continue our own paths of life, but it's always a sad reminiscent feeling looking back at these battle scars. Every item in my possession is like a little stab at what used to be and the old feelings emerge just enough to notice. It's like when you find a photograph of you and your old best friend; and it hits you that you don't even know where they are, let alone how they are doing. Your stomach churns a little, a few tears well up in your eyes, you sigh and continue with your life.
Oh my dear Converse,
We've been through a lot in these past two years. No one could ever replace you two as I will always have an immense love for you in my heart; but right now we must part. I know it's hard and neither of us wants to, but we can't keep lying to ourselves about this. You're falling apart, quite literally, and I need something more stable. Don't take that the wrong way, you know I'll always love you from the the deepest parts of my soul. We are sole-mates, maybe it will will work out in time. But for now, this is "see you later." Adios, mis amores,<3
With the arrival of my Sophies, I thought back to the only pair of tennis shoes I would wear---my converse. The right one has a growing hole at the inside heel. The heels on both are so worn down that "ALL·STAR" is completely illegible and holes are forming at the bottom. The laces on the right shoes busted, so I tied them together. They smell so bad that wearing them for five minutes makes it seem like I've worn them for days. It was obvious that these shoes needed to be retired but they've been my favorite for so long, for so many reasons, that it's been near impossible to stop wearing them.
My shoes are laden with my past love and I can't help but feel a sinking of my heart as I remove them from my feet a final time. On the toe of the right shoe "=) You are my sunshine!" is written in his small handwriting. All around the sole is "Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine...." almost completely faded away. On the toe of the left shoe "I Love You!" is inscribed in fading silver sharpie. Around the sole the words are completely gone but they used to say, "Words can't describe the way you make me feel with every smile you throw my way." The left shoe also has a green checkerboard shoe lace, the other is on his right shoe. I purchased the shoe laces two Christmases ago and it was our "together, always, whenever" kind of deal.
We haven't talked in so long and I know that it's best for us if we continue our own paths of life, but it's always a sad reminiscent feeling looking back at these battle scars. Every item in my possession is like a little stab at what used to be and the old feelings emerge just enough to notice. It's like when you find a photograph of you and your old best friend; and it hits you that you don't even know where they are, let alone how they are doing. Your stomach churns a little, a few tears well up in your eyes, you sigh and continue with your life.
We've been through a lot in these past two years. No one could ever replace you two as I will always have an immense love for you in my heart; but right now we must part. I know it's hard and neither of us wants to, but we can't keep lying to ourselves about this. You're falling apart, quite literally, and I need something more stable. Don't take that the wrong way, you know I'll always love you from the the deepest parts of my soul. We are sole-mates, maybe it will will work out in time. But for now, this is "see you later." Adios, mis amores,<3
XOXO,
Passíon Leon(:
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Goal updates!
I looked back on my posts from last month and was disappointed on how skimpy I have been about posting. I have a lot to say but with graduation around the corner and assignments from space... I just get so out of it that I do not find the time to post all the shenanigans I've been up to, then I jam it up all in one post, ha ha.
Goal #77: Throw an amazing surprise party
I cannot believe that I forgot to blog about this goal! Ha ha, I actually completed this goal back on April 2nd of this year. I decided that it would be fun to throw a birthday for my friend Brandon an entire month before his birthday! A lot of people showed up and it was a great success. Kaelyn's mom made a cake in the shape and design of a PS3, Dennis brought flan, I introduced some friends to hot cheetos and cheese, Ligia brought brownies and sausages... it was just amazing. Playing Singstar and Rock Band and Landon beating everyone up. It was one hell of a party! :D As for Brandon, he was so confused when he walked in and heard twenty of us scream "SURPRISE!"
Goal #27: Register to vote
A card came in the mail and I filled it out. Woo!
That's about it because I don't want to talk about the modeling goal until I have photos.(:
Goal #77: Throw an amazing surprise party
I cannot believe that I forgot to blog about this goal! Ha ha, I actually completed this goal back on April 2nd of this year. I decided that it would be fun to throw a birthday for my friend Brandon an entire month before his birthday! A lot of people showed up and it was a great success. Kaelyn's mom made a cake in the shape and design of a PS3, Dennis brought flan, I introduced some friends to hot cheetos and cheese, Ligia brought brownies and sausages... it was just amazing. Playing Singstar and Rock Band and Landon beating everyone up. It was one hell of a party! :D As for Brandon, he was so confused when he walked in and heard twenty of us scream "SURPRISE!"
Goal #27: Register to vote
A card came in the mail and I filled it out. Woo!
That's about it because I don't want to talk about the modeling goal until I have photos.(:
ENJOY THESE:
An unfinished drawing of Domo sleeping.(:
My first drawing of Kasey! :D
Me yelling, "I don't give a fuck!" to a birthday boy.
xD
Drawing of Kasey that she made me do, lol.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Façades
I don't know how to start this post so here it goes.
"Come down," he said in cool yet stern voice, "I want to see you."
Still as confused as ever she replied, "We've never held a real conversation, how can you be asking me to leave the safety and comfort of my home to steal away with a stranger?"
He had obviously expected this, for he retaliated with, "That's exactly why. If you come down here, we can change the stranger situation. You might come to find that I'm actually not a bad guy."
At this, she sighed and silently came down from her second-story bedroom. "I don't know you," she started, "but I'm willing to figure you out."
He smiled a toothy smile, took her by the hand, and ran as fast as he could make her. When they finally stopped to take a breath, she was the first to speak. "Where are we?" She asked as her cheeks flushed red, "I'm truly lost as to our location."
Giggling, he said, "You know, you don't have to talk all fancy with me. We're at this place and I know that you'll love it."
She smiled at her own words and said nothing more; speaking, as she did, made her feel silly in the presence of this stranger who she was growing so akin to. Under those street lamps, the girl and her stranger were the most stunning beings in the entirety of the universe. She was falling hard, and nothing but the daylight could save her.
She and her stranger spent the falling nights together, almost routinely. That is, until she asked him to stay until sunrise---he hissed at the request but had eventually succumb to her wishes. She was elated to be with him as the sun rose from the horizon; he was devastated because he knew that the sunrise to come would be the last one of his days. He knew that he could always hide under the ever-shining street lamps without a care; but to watch the sun come up and try not to flinch as it burnt him alive, was another thing completely.
They sat on her rooftop, hand in hand, as the sun began to creep over the hills far ahead of them. She kissed his cheek as she watched his face change from indifferent to sheer pain and terror. He closed his eyes and grabbed at her shoulders.
"Listen," he muttered, in an almost inaudible voice, "in the night... I am who you have seen me as I am. But in the presence of the sun... I burn like an infant with a fever. Like a bonfire after a bad break-up. I burn...alive."
She was near tears at this point, but still did not know whether to believe her stranger or not. The only thing she could think to do was to hold him close until the sun had risen to its peak. Afterwards, she had planned to tell him that he was mistaken and that the sun was more his friend than enemy, that they could go on if he pleased; but instead, he shattered into a million shards of glass which pierced her skin ever so violently.
Tears welled up in the pit of her eyes, not only for the pain of the shards, but for the pain of having hope in something that never really existed. Under the street lamps, he was someone that he never was. In the bitter sunshine, he became the person he had been hiding all along---the person that she never did want to see again because she felt that those terrible shards of glass would soon return into the form that she know all too well.
Her nights ended the same as they had before she met her stranger, before he was ever a thought in that naive little brain of hers. The indefinite darkness and the constant lapping of the waves. The bitter beauty underneath street lamps and the million shards of glass...
He threw another rock at her window but this time... she doesn't answer.
Not glancing up or down, or even through the partially open window, she sat awaiting the nothingness of the time being and the time to come. She expected nothing out of the ordinary---only the indefinite darkness and the lapping of the waves, of that day. No words had escaped her tongue, let alone her mouth, for that entire evening. Oh, and how beautiful the sea shimmers in the lighting of street lamps; no matter how high or how low the sun would be during the day, it could not compare to the façade of beauty that was provided by these ugly human creations.
"All of this," she mused, "is just a small light on the ugliness of humankind. But oh, how I have hope for those pathetic wretched souls!" She thumbed through her copy of The Beautiful and Damned until she came across the quote the seemed to fit perfectly with her thought:
"To be able to face people and to endure the constant reminder of Gloria that all existance had become, it was necessary for him to have hope. So he built hope desperately and tenaciously out of the stuff of his dream, a hope flimsy enough, to be sure, a hope that was cracked and dissipated a dozen times a day, a hope that would be brown and sinew to his self-respect."After she lied the book down on her lap, there began a rapping at her window. She jumped to her feet, jimmied the window open, and peeked over the edge, only to find a person with whom she had never held more than a one-minute conversation with. She shot a puzzled look in his direction, but to no avail; it had been much too dark for him to see anything but what lied directly underneath the street lamps. There were a few minutes of silence between the rapping at her window and his first spoken word but once he started talking, it was as though he went through every possible scenario in his head before even attempting to speak.
"Come down," he said in cool yet stern voice, "I want to see you."
Still as confused as ever she replied, "We've never held a real conversation, how can you be asking me to leave the safety and comfort of my home to steal away with a stranger?"
He had obviously expected this, for he retaliated with, "That's exactly why. If you come down here, we can change the stranger situation. You might come to find that I'm actually not a bad guy."
At this, she sighed and silently came down from her second-story bedroom. "I don't know you," she started, "but I'm willing to figure you out."
He smiled a toothy smile, took her by the hand, and ran as fast as he could make her. When they finally stopped to take a breath, she was the first to speak. "Where are we?" She asked as her cheeks flushed red, "I'm truly lost as to our location."
Giggling, he said, "You know, you don't have to talk all fancy with me. We're at this place and I know that you'll love it."
She smiled at her own words and said nothing more; speaking, as she did, made her feel silly in the presence of this stranger who she was growing so akin to. Under those street lamps, the girl and her stranger were the most stunning beings in the entirety of the universe. She was falling hard, and nothing but the daylight could save her.
She and her stranger spent the falling nights together, almost routinely. That is, until she asked him to stay until sunrise---he hissed at the request but had eventually succumb to her wishes. She was elated to be with him as the sun rose from the horizon; he was devastated because he knew that the sunrise to come would be the last one of his days. He knew that he could always hide under the ever-shining street lamps without a care; but to watch the sun come up and try not to flinch as it burnt him alive, was another thing completely.
They sat on her rooftop, hand in hand, as the sun began to creep over the hills far ahead of them. She kissed his cheek as she watched his face change from indifferent to sheer pain and terror. He closed his eyes and grabbed at her shoulders.
"Listen," he muttered, in an almost inaudible voice, "in the night... I am who you have seen me as I am. But in the presence of the sun... I burn like an infant with a fever. Like a bonfire after a bad break-up. I burn...alive."
She was near tears at this point, but still did not know whether to believe her stranger or not. The only thing she could think to do was to hold him close until the sun had risen to its peak. Afterwards, she had planned to tell him that he was mistaken and that the sun was more his friend than enemy, that they could go on if he pleased; but instead, he shattered into a million shards of glass which pierced her skin ever so violently.
Tears welled up in the pit of her eyes, not only for the pain of the shards, but for the pain of having hope in something that never really existed. Under the street lamps, he was someone that he never was. In the bitter sunshine, he became the person he had been hiding all along---the person that she never did want to see again because she felt that those terrible shards of glass would soon return into the form that she know all too well.
Her nights ended the same as they had before she met her stranger, before he was ever a thought in that naive little brain of hers. The indefinite darkness and the constant lapping of the waves. The bitter beauty underneath street lamps and the million shards of glass...
He threw another rock at her window but this time... she doesn't answer.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Glass Oceans
I've been working really hard on this canvas of mine so I hope you enjoy all the effort I've put into it! I'm going to sell it at an art thing this weekend and I just cannot contain my excitement! :D My ideas of this changed so much, ha ha, so bear with the pictures I give you. I'm also planning on making any other type of art, at request, for a fee! So feel free to e-mail me at shawneedear@live.com if you are interested! Now we commence!
In this bit, I was just playing around with the little I did have,
I painted the sky darker than where I wanted the ocean to go and left the beach blank,
I used a little more than half a broke CD for the setting sun,
and I had drawn out the surfer girl.
I ended up not putting the rays of the sun.
Sorry for the sideways-ness. -___-"
But here I glued the sand down on the canvas,
created a barrier between sand and ocean,
and began laying down the tiles for the ocean.
If you notice, the middle tiles are different that the far tiles.
I hated it and immediately removed all the tiles,
save for the wave and sand barriers.
That in itself took a few days. o.O
I started crushing the tiles using a mortar and pestle.
The glue began to dry as I laid the tiles so I thought I needed spray glue,
but it turns out, you can make spray glue with glue, water, and vigorous shaking!
I used chevrons for the birds,
and if you notice, my surfer girl looks different than before.
This is because she got wet by my spray/pour-on glue, ha ha.
But I like how it turned out!
And then *POOF* the final result!
(:
HEY LOOK AT THAT, I also completed Goal #38: Do a marvelous canvas painting!
It's not really a painting but I think it counts!
:D
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