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]]> ~Rider-On-The-Storms http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/25079546/ http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/25079546/ Mon, 01 Jun 2009 21:58:59 PDT Time to study lots of things!
Please dont tell me you're not studying
please dont tell me you're having fun
that would be inhumane!

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-End Transmission-

]]> ~Rider-On-The-Storms http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/23492049/ http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/23492049/ Mon, 02 Mar 2009 15:18:20 PST Then when the monotonous flow of future to present-now past- becomes a simple, jaded pattern; the longing returns. I dont know why it returns. Questions betray it's existence as simulacra. I am capable of reaching high enough to look over the edge, but that malice filled smile distracts me almost instantly. I am reminded of Sisyphus, though i long for something more like Odysseus. I cannot keep the focus without pitying the others around me who are not freed from the shackles of the always down-spiraling thought patterns. Is it me or are we all doomed to nothing? something? or maybe it's in between?
Is it possible that we're dreaming in a collective called the Universe by some, and dreaming is actually contact with the true dimension of reality. Certainly human dreaming and imagination is far greater than the predictable causality of this thing we call now? Further, what if in order to live in the true reality we have to revert back to some suffering form that accepts the consequences of imagination and creativity. In this way we all pay our toll now and enjoy the fastlane later? No, such does not seem the fate of all. Nor will some ever be able to think above the common level of survival in this world.

It seems contenting to fill my days with serving others so they may see this, I certainly want nothing more than to experience novelty and creativity in it's purest form. The dynamic structure and underlying order this universe kneels to is what I aim to encompass in understanding, so that I might find a way out. This life is too graded, the watcher's breath can be felt on the nape of your neck every second of the day and night. Whatever, i'll figure it out later.

]]> ~Rider-On-The-Storms http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/22180131/ http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/22180131/ Thu, 25 Dec 2008 02:08:29 PST
]]> ~Rider-On-The-Storms http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/17989944/ http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/17989944/ Wed, 23 Apr 2008 10:32:28 PDT
I am tired of this silent dissatisfaction, these tepid days of miscommunication.
there are times where I don't know what to do at all
then there are times when I've done too much
This is a peculiar state of balance to be in because there isn't a very good way of conveying what it is like.
Imagine reality was really good at punishing you for trying to fuck shit up on accident a lot

]]> ~Rider-On-The-Storms http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/16232788/ http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/16232788/ Wed, 02 Jan 2008 23:30:50 PST At the same time, there has been much difficulty and cruel intentions relayed upon me.
There's not much to compare to anymore... I can't say that I dream anymore either. And there has been an interesting compilation of memory twisted by retrospect and doubt lately. Could be the lack of high technology, could be that I'm finally doing something that taxes myself.
I dont know and I dont care.

I've come to realize that most people lack the ability to give attention to things that are important and fundamental to this world, and instead give false pretense to their actions, slapping a grand marque on it that distracts the people from seeing behind the glorious image to the cracked and rotting details that ultimately create the front. Take for example (and this may be taboo) the president of the united states of america. First of all, his decision to go to war with Iraq was neither in his power to make, nor well advised in reason to do so. Believe me, I have no qualms with our politics, but it would seem the majority of people have lost sight of the most important branch of government, the legislative. If people begin to look towards their representatives for choice making, they might feel more satisfied in knowing their vote was represented by 1 in several hundred thousand as opposed to 1 in several hundred million.

It would seem that even the most authoritative personnel would want to know the facts before making the decision, but the truth is that people place more importance on immediate results than time-earned quality. It is therefore impossible to take the time to make a decision whilst understanding and consciously taking into account all the information and theory behind the situation. All one can do is hope for the best, but prepare for the worst.

]]> ~Rider-On-The-Storms http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/15510823/ http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/15510823/ Wed, 14 Nov 2007 17:36:58 PST I need direction and i need to choose which way i want to go, it is time to look past the words of those with their own deviant motives that persistantly undermine my efforts at freedom.

This is bullshit, i am too confused to make my choice between research and clinical practice, too oversaturated with input to process everything that needs to be, and I keep running from my inevitable triumph or demise. I can't judge what is important to me because i can't think of many things that have ethereal and lasting importance to me but knowledge and service to those in need. I love my escapes and my isolations, but they sometimes encroach on the actuality of my environment and interactions with many opportunities. I do not crave attention, but I rather shy away from recognition and labels because they are not permanent and they are unimportant, what is important is that staying focused on what i have planned for myself and to become a decision maker instead of an observer and impartial explorer.

]]> ~Rider-On-The-Storms http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/12163671/ http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/12163671/ Mon, 12 Mar 2007 23:47:16 PDT and I stopped remembering
The days are just like moments turned to hours

Mother used to say
if you want, you'll find a way
Bet mother never danced through fire shower

Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain
I walk in the rain, in the rain
Is it right or is it wrong
and is it here that I belong

I don't hear a sound
Silent faces in the ground
The quiet screams, but I refused to listen

If there is a hell
I 'm sure this is how it smells
Wish this were a dream, but no, it isn't

Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain
I walk in the rain, in the rain
Am I right or am I wrong
and is it here that I belong

Walk in the rain, in the rain, in the rain
I walk in the rain, in the rain
Why do I feel so alone
For some reason I think of home

]]> ~Rider-On-The-Storms http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/12020618/ http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/12020618/ Thu, 01 Mar 2007 23:08:07 PST
JYTIOHGVEIUJBIVUBSEVB!!!!!!!!!
OVBNJVBEIOEVBIEJBV!!!!!!
WUJVBEOIWBVE YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHH.

I CAN'T GO TO SLEEP
IM FUCKED UP ON ADRENALINE

YEAAAHAHNHHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!


so thats about it.

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]]> ~Rider-On-The-Storms http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/11251890/ http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/11251890/ Sat, 30 Dec 2006 23:52:52 PST I've come to a strange and depressing realization about everything; Drugs, religion, pleasure, life, and all those little people and things we hold dear. There is nothing miraculous in this world. There is no trip that will change your life, make you see god, or some great design. There is no transcendence in faith that holds true to the core that will bring satisfaction that is not to some point fake. There is no pleasure in life that will not pass by eventually. Each and every thing we do is an illusion of importance, created by the absurd position we've flung ourselves into. I am not depressed, I do not want to kill myself. You can shove faith and false trivialities in my face, but there is no solid ground in this world and there is no solid ground to any train of thought than that of absurdity. The reason being that absurdity by nature is not a solid base but rather a grim, unsatisfied acceptance of the strange position this ever repeating, but always changing universe has put us in. There is no ultimate being that created us because there is not a single reason to put a bunch of complex chemical reactions in this fashion to create a concsiousness (a very relative term) in order to put it through the joy of living only to end it in quite a short and melodramatic fashion.
Now that i think about it though, this isnt a new idea for me or for others. Everyone knows it, because if they didnt, then they wouldnt create a false idea that is supposed to protect you from it, "God".

]]> ~Rider-On-The-Storms http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/10862397/ http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/10862397/ Sun, 26 Nov 2006 22:19:10 PST Drink: Distilled Greek Grapes with Mescaline (psycotropic substance)
Bottled: 1808
Alcohol Content: 50%
Proof: 100
Mescaline Content: 2%
Preferred method of consumption: Port glass
Quality: Awesome

If actual mescaline is anything like this then i am completely down... between thinking my grandma was darth vader and licorice rope snakes slithering around the kitchen i had some fun.

]]> ~Rider-On-The-Storms http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/10704931/ http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/10704931/ Sun, 12 Nov 2006 19:09:26 PST The ground is bloody. I dont mean a couple of drops, I mean the kind of bloody where the white floor is covered in a red laminate that has foot prints and streak marks. It's something out of a horror movie, except the doctors, nurses, surgeons, and volunteers are doing everything in their power to keep this John Doe alive. It has taken over 15 minutes to establish an IV, and the increasingly frantic groans and moans tell us that the morphine isnt helping.
The X-rays come in and show a severed femur, it looks like this:

Hip=========/
/============knee

The chest x-ray doesnt show anything of use, so a CT scan is ordered. Meanwhile, i'm sitting in the corner of the room sleep deprived and desperately trying to get a braclet on the patient's wrist inbetween all of the different procedures.

I cannot possibly explain what it is like to set aside the fact that this man is bleeding profusely, being stabbed by over 5 needles simultaneously, living in a world of pain, and try to help "fix" him. I was only a minor role in the metaphorical play, but i felt the adrenaline rush, and the feeling of apathy for all the medical fear taboos that i have (needles).

I spend my sunday mornings in such a strange fashion.
And my mom says i should go to church instead... hah

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Now im at the ridiculously monotonous Systems Engineering branch of work. Fun... at 12:00 ill go to lunch, the only reprieve to this boring sitting here.... ]]> ~Rider-On-The-Storms http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/9304342/ http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/9304342/ Fri, 07 Jul 2006 17:07:38 PDT
these tube worms performed beautifully in front of the camera. uploading the pictures as soon as i get home. ]]> ~Rider-On-The-Storms http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/9003862/ http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/9003862/ Wed, 07 Jun 2006 22:04:56 PDT Or just a generation cast away
on the grassy gnolls of suburbia,
Left with our consciences and past sins. ]]> ~Rider-On-The-Storms http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/8888934/ http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/8888934/ Sat, 27 May 2006 01:00:41 PDT
im tired as hell, but hyped up on an energy drink...

LAME


gotta sleep... so i can rest for prom. ]]> ~Rider-On-The-Storms http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/8811914/ http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/8811914/ Thu, 18 May 2006 20:54:10 PDT
Ride the Storms ]]> ~Rider-On-The-Storms http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/8733694/ http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/8733694/ Wed, 10 May 2006 18:50:00 PDT
IM FREAKING GOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I AM SO AMPED


ITS RIDICULOUS


hah i said amped... ]]> ~Rider-On-The-Storms http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/8645590/ http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/8645590/ Mon, 01 May 2006 19:29:00 PDT
hahahahaha im so happy right now

here are some words that might describe my happiness, I am:

Ecstatic
Enthusiastic
Jovial
On cloud nine
exulant
blissful
in high spirits

But im also sad because im having technical difficulties

here are some words that might describe my saddness, I am:

Cheerless
Poignant
Gloomy
Disheartened
Down in the Dumps
Listlessly angry


yeah, so pictures will come... later : / ]]> ~Rider-On-The-Storms http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/8494619/ http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/8494619/ Sun, 16 Apr 2006 22:52:04 PDT
Down 20 miles south of San Felipe i wake up, hung over, with nothing to look forward to but the construction of a very enjoyable stargazing folding-chair thingy.

The day was riddled with the loud sounds of hammers on nails and a droning generator (theres no electricity in La Roca.)

The sun was too bright and the air was too hot.

The only reprieve was lunch, a quiet scarfing down of bratwurst, Macaroni N' Cheese and Coke.

Finally at 3:00 me, my dad, and Jose (my friend) get in the truck and ride down a small one lane road passing cars (by going into the opposite lane) with frantic unnecesary speed, talking about whatever we wanted to.

Halfway between the border and San Felipe we ended up stuck in a strange jam that was taking up both sides of the road and the shoulders.

I have seen the faces of the dead.

A Ford Expedition hit a Toyota Corolla, head on, and launched into a river where it flipped several times, ensuring the deaths of 7 individuals.

Two cars slammed into the Corolla after it spun out of control on the small one lane road causing something similar to the scene in Armagedon where theres like a million cars jammed on a road.

We walked around and spoke to several people, most couldnt speak english but that wasnt a problem. Everyone was shaken by the scene at the summit of the traffic jam.

Unfortunately it took 2 hours for the police and paramedics to arrive at the already doomed accident.

We continued on after, slightly shaken. After listening to all of "Eagles Live," Fleetwood Mac's "The Road", and an assortment of 60's bands, we arrived at the border and jetted through in a record 1 minute in line.

The rest of the trip was me driving with the other two asleep listening to 91X reggae sunday. I passed cars at an average of 95 mph. I also played Radar Love with a white mustang GT. Toyota Tundras are unusually fast cars. I beat the little sports car.

Finally we dropped Jose off and drove home. There was little conversation between my dad and I except for some tasks at hand and how to undergo them. I also found out he thought my two friends Branden and Daniel smoke pot, but it doesnt bother him because he used to smoke.

We came to 228 23rd street and unpacked the car. I was about to go to sleep when i decided to check DA and my email.

Finally i was laying down in my bed when my dad comes into the room.

I thanked him for our trip and he said i was welcome and that he loved me.

Then he got up and walked to the door, his figure was sillouetted by the other room's light. "Oh Chris, Happy Easter." he said before turning to go to sleep.

That was my Easter, no Bunny, no Eggs, no fake platic grass for stuffing a basket of chocolate.

Yet somehow, it was how i have always wanted my Easter to be. ]]> ~Rider-On-The-Storms http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/8430160/ http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/8430160/ Mon, 10 Apr 2006 17:04:01 PDT
what the fuck?

Colorado is the weirdest place ever.

People get mad when you stand in tram doors,
This bus driver named Dallas takes you anywhere
People want to show you pictures of their wife.
And Stein Ericson can be seen walking around in Elk form on occasion


DERSCH STEIN!

]]> ~Rider-On-The-Storms http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/8288957/ http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/8288957/ Mon, 27 Mar 2006 20:27:10 PST
its unfair for americans and illegals. ]]> ~Rider-On-The-Storms http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/8250484/ http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/8250484/ Thu, 23 Mar 2006 21:09:59 PST and it keeps everybody safe.
We were all made in the shade.

And your mother's in the kitchen
where she's patching all the cracks in the wall
we never had a care in the world.

at all.

No shame. (too much to sympathize)
No life. (i tried to recognize)
No Black (i tried to compromise)
and no White (with all your alibis)
No way (all confrontational)
No signs (your ways are so intense)
So ill construct a self defense.
No way (nothing comes easier than madness in the world today)
No signs (i must conceal myself and steal myself to break away)
No fate (there is no way for you to reinvent)
So ill construct a self defense ]]> ~Rider-On-The-Storms http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/8172296/ http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/8172296/ Wed, 15 Mar 2006 19:27:58 PST
anyway, i got a super sweet harmonica that im going to learn to play (4.99 at goodwill)

and i got my driver's license back from getting busted at my SUPER SWEET BACHELOR PAD that i got caught using when i wasnt supposed to. 1 month in the slammer and now im out. The world seemed to get itself up into a hurry after those 30 days. Maybe its just me. who knows?

Shawshank redemption ^

What else, ummmmmmmmmmmmmm. Im putting off a shitload of stats homework right now, so coolorooney ]]> ~Rider-On-The-Storms http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/7776084/ http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/7776084/ Wed, 01 Feb 2006 22:17:15 PST
parties all day and rock and rolling all night.

Oh and i found out why christ died:

for glory and fame.
Let me ask you something. Who else has, not one, but several hundreds of wars been fought for. Who has changed so many lives.

He was most likely a simple common carpenter who was sentenced to death for some petty reason, and he decided to make a martyr of himself.

So stop going to church you black souls who desperately try to shelter yourself in your children's innocence, everything you're taught is false. Just live morally, dont rely on some fake higher power ]]> ~Rider-On-The-Storms http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/7644161/ http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/7644161/ Wed, 18 Jan 2006 22:47:04 PST
Ride the Storms ]]> ~Rider-On-The-Storms http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/7559916/ http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/7559916/ Mon, 09 Jan 2006 23:36:45 PST
Sailed in Long Beach and went to a USC Kegger... Crazy

The key to having fun i discovered, is spontaneous action. Unless you're going to be completely retarded (fuck being politically correct), whatever you decide to do will be one of two things: Chill... or not.

If you find yourself in the latter category then stop what you're doing and do something else random.

The most key part to this is forgetting any obligation or responsibility. You can deal with the consequences later. I guarantee that if you are not fully satisfied during the experience, you can feel free to send me $5.00, seriously.

One thing i might add is that you should do this with someone who you can converse with about stupid shit that is not necesary to listen to, so feel free to tune out in the middle of a conversation, it makes for a somewhat funny, but definitely awkward experience.

Why the hell am i even typing this... this is lame.

I hope you stopped reading a while ago because most of this is bullcrap.

-Rider on the Storm ]]> ~Rider-On-The-Storms http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/7522565/ http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/7522565/ Fri, 06 Jan 2006 00:11:17 PST I'm staying in, ill find another.
cause i sit here in this misery, i dont feel ill ever, no no,
see the sun from here

Those all fade away
You'll all look at me and say
"Hey look at him. I'll never live that way"
Thats okay, Your just afraid of change. ]]> ~Rider-On-The-Storms http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/7494582/ http://Rider-On-The-Storms.deviantart.com/journal/7494582/ Tue, 03 Jan 2006 00:46:35 PST Out here we are as stones immaculate ]]> ~Rider-On-The-Storms