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79
Degrees
The weather
Changes
Gradually
Not quick
Enough
76
Degrees
I am
Absent
Minded
Absent minded with a purpose
Recollections
Keep me
Company
I read all these
Books written
By Dead Poets
Dead Writers
Dead Philosophers
They wrote what they needed
To Write & Said what they wanted
Wanted to say. (Aren't we all dead?)
72 Degrees and I am Alive.
(Half)

Kill Your Television

An illusion is an illusory thing. Division running rampant, or so we think. People often seem surly and agitated whilst traversing the depths of their own subcranial subconscious. This is no allegory or feeble fable like all the rest.

We think because we must think and never stop thinking. Such a feat is impossible or maybe more like improbable. That's what I would say if I were surrounded by shallowness and drunken fools. Gotta' pass the time somehow. Mustn't feel obligated to entertain entities I have nothing much in common with.

Maybe if I were a sailor or militia man of sorts it would be slightly easier to relate to the chasm of most human miseries. Only slightly; slightly. Still... I would find it difficult nonetheless. It's all a blind two legged race. A race that no one could ever even hope to win. Yet, we all try anyway.

Do you ever day dream of visionary goals? I don't mean stuff like acquiring vast sums of money or getting an all over tan. No, I mean stuff like being able to fly high up in the sky like Superman! Also gaining the ability to manifest just about anything and everything you can think of. Within reason, or not within reason.

To each his own. Ha. That's one of those laughably engaging phrases that gets tossed around so much so people don't even remember its origins. But I suppose we do live in a time when nobody really gives a rat's ass about the origins of anything. It's both a good and bad philosophy to live by.

Let truth be truth and lies be lies. That's what I like to say... not out loud. Though, perhaps I should start saying it out loud. Yeah, that's all I need. To be gawked at by the rest of the insincere and insecure populace.

I read what I can and speak when I want. No one has a say in that. We're all entitled to our own opinions but none of us is entitled to force our opinions onto each other. It's a fact! Such and such is the way we must observe life's effervescence.

Illusions envelope us daily and nightly. It is to be expected to freak out every now and then. The real key is to let it all wash over you like some kind of cosmic waterfall. Then once you've allowed it to drench you and beat you down there can be nothing but sunshine to look forward to. This I know to be the utmost truth.

Look, man. Listen, man. Taste these words or be prepared to forever chase them in your dreams. If you really desire lots of gold and material pleasures then go ahead and go out there and get them. Just don't be disappointed when they don't last as long as you were hoping they would last. That's all I gotta say about... that.

Hey, man! Do you like movies or read books? I suggest you read more books, man. I mean... just in case my words bore you and don't send your mind soaring into the stratosphere. Read books. Read more books. Kill your television!

Ready For Apocalypse

I got my stacks of books. I'm ready for the "apocalypse".

My 8th Book Fascination Now Published

                               
                               
                               
                               

                       
           

Pythagorean

Here is a link to my most recent poetry novel Pythagorean.

http://www.lulu.com/shop/ryan-loera/pythagorean/paperback/product-20234594.html?showPreview=true

Immortality

"The world of books is the most remarkable creation of man. Nothing else that he builds ever lasts. Monuments fall. Nations perish. Civilizations grow old and die out and, after an era of darkness, new races build others. But in the world of books are volumes that have seen this happen again and again, and yet live on, still young. Still fresh as the day they were written. Still telling men's hearts of the hearts of men centuries dead." —Clarence Day

Sofa That Ate Everyone (excerpt)

Here is an excerpt from an original story of mine titled 'The Sofa That Ate Everyone.'

It was a boring Saturday afternoon and I was sitting on the living room floor reading a comic book. The only reason I was sitting on the floor was because my parents had ordered a new sofa a few days earlier and gave away our old sofa. Don’t ask me why. I guess they grew tired of sitting on the same brown sofa every day. Or maybe it had something to do with the fact that our dog, Wally, loved to chew on it.

  “Hey, Billy! Check out the cool claws that Dad bought me at the mall!” My little brother, Logan, burst through the front door. He was only seven years old but he was smarter than most seven year olds. Oh and yes he was named after a certain comic book hero. I won’t say which one but you can probably guess.

  “I kind of wish they were real claws instead of plastic but they’re still pretty cool.” He ran up to me and formed a super hero pose by flexing his scrawny biceps.

  “Yeah, those look awesome, Loggy!” I liked calling him Loggy.

  “Billy! Would you mind giving us a hand here?”

  Mom and Dad were trying to shove the new sofa through the doorway. Mom had insisted on paying extra for delivery but Dad was convinced he knew what he was doing. Just like always.

  Two summers ago there was a huge beehive hanging from the oak tree in our backyard and Dad took it upon himself to get rid of it. He armed himself with nothing more than a hockey mask, oven mitts and a rake. Oh and he also had me and Logan standing by with the water hose. He counted to three and then struck the beehive with the rake. It fell to the ground and a swarm of bees quickly followed! Dad then ran towards us shouting, “Turn on the hose! Turn on the hose!”

  Unfortunately, we were both in too much shock at the sight of that many bees. We couldn’t believe our eyes! There must have been over a thousand of them! The only thing we could do was stand and watch Dad get stung multiple times by some pretty angry bees. Logan and I never got stung for some reason. Probably because the bees didn’t see us as a threat.

  I once saw this show where some guy covered his entire body with millions of bees! He allowed the bees to crawl all over him for a full twenty four hours. A few of them crawled into his ears and nostrils. Afterwards, he said that the bees didn’t sting him because he remained perfectly calm and didn’t panic. The bees had no reason to sting him because they did not see him as a threat. Too bad Dad didn’t see the same show.

  He flailed his arms around and swatted at them until he could swat no more. Luckily, I was able to break out of my initial shock induced trance and turn on the water hose full blast. By the time I had soaked Dad from head to toe the bees had finally given up. Mom came home from work early that day and helped him pluck out all the stingers. That was also the day that Dad found out he was allergic to bee stings. His face and arms were swollen for a whole week! He kind of looked like a scarecrow that had been overstuffed with hay.

  I still laugh about it sometimes whenever I see a beehive.

Story Ideas, Chicken Salad

Not up to much lately other than writing my book "The Thing In The Desert" and coming up with several other story ideas. I like the idea of self-publishing that seems to be taking hold of most writers these days. I read about Stephen King providing a link on his site for readers to download one of his stories. I would like to test the waters in that same way. All I need to do is finish up my book.

Also had some awesome chicken salad today.

PEACE! :-)