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You do not make sense when compromised by allegorical fantastical fables created by transnational capitalists. Sure seems like the second coming of rice pudding in your suede pants but oh you couldn't be any more right. The sun is a beauty of which we doubt retroactively.

People call me Bryan but my name is not Bryan! Is it really so hard to pronounce RYAN?! What is that they are thinking of the live long day? Oh wait.... I guess the latest newest same old smartphone is more important than committing my name to memory. It makes sense, yes. No!

But whatever. Whatnot. I promise to only care about my own interests so long as people keep forgetting my name. Please... please do not pity me. I don't mean to sound pitiful or decompressed. I only wish to make my frustrations known and unknown and then if time allows... known once more.

Stare intently down a darkened well and you will only begin to understand a tenth of what I am alluding to. Our biological makeup persists, further. Furthermore, when will all these self important pop stars stop showing off their genitalia?

The human mind mimics that which we inhabit. By which I mean our beautiful planet. I do not wish to go off on some long, long descriptive romantic tangent here. Maybe I should, but I won't. No, not yet.

We've all got desires. You know what I mean! Desires are those things that we really don't need but yet somehow we feel like life would have no meaning without them. And I don't just mean superficial things like money and steamy sex.

Let's face it, if you don't know what desires are then you probably shouldn't have them. Complete.

Pay No Mind

Pay no mind to the naysayers. They only wish to pull you down to their negative state of existence because they feel lonely and lost. What they don't realize is that they too will inevitably stumble upon that which makes them happy.

To Enjoy

"To enjoy good health, to bring true happiness to one's family, to bring peace to all, one must first discipline and control one's own mind. If a man can control his mind he can find the way to Enlightenment, and all wisdom and virtue will naturally come to him." -Buddha

What I Am

I am what I am because it is all that I am. I am not a business man. I am not an arrrogant CEO. I'm just me.

Usually when I write down a thought I do not think it over much. If I do that then I run the risk of falling prey to a metaphorical blockage. A mental blockage.

What is the mind if not a series of connections upon connections upon connections? It stores everything within its many chasms and gorges. It stretches and grows with each new piece of information that we feed it.

We grow right along with it.

I Blow My Mind

I sit here on my mattress of air; unnervingly content. On my television screen plays a movie set in Paris in the 1920's. A writer meets some of his literary idols and is blown away by how human they seem. I must admit that I am somewhat blown away as well.

At the same time I peruse through the first drafts of some short stories I've written this past year. I believe they are more than first drafts. I do not like to edit much of my own worded significance. Usually I prefer to add more words to an already big pile of words and watch the pile even itself out. It is quite a sight to witness.

Now I think of what to document next. Perhaps I must wait a while longer. Perhaps I'll analyze some poetry. Line by line. Verse by verse. I shall blow my own mind.

I Waded

I was alone but oh not completely. The trees and sunshine with their magnified marvels spoke to every bone in my body. I waded in shallow ends because everyone else chose the deep end. Too late? Too little time passes by each day when you're bored out of your mind.

Have you ever been bored out of someone else's mind? Nope, of course not. So why should I even admit to wanting to stand side by side with malcontents? In the clear, calm water I see my face. It displays the horrors and simplicities of the world. It is my friend. My amigo.

Hello! How are you? It asks me. I am fine and dandy. I reply then dive head first into a group of middle aged scuba divers.

STOP VOTING START SHARING!

I believe in people. Not politicians.  We're just lazy and instead of doing the work ourselves we're going to put our faith in yet ANOTHER one of these trolls. Makes me sick, honestly.

Don't vote for anyone. Just stop voting in general. we need to put our faith in EACH OTHER!
It's the only way! Our minds are exhausted and the government is taking full advantage of it.

Easiest State of Mind

There's nothing complex about being cynical; it's one of the easiest states of mind to be in. It takes much more courage to be an optimist. To push past all the negativity and embrace every moment of beauty we are living in.

Been Busy

Well, I have been busy for the past couple of days just writing about everything and anything I can think of in an effort to broaden my horizons. In addition to this blog I am also posting stuff on livejournal.com and hubpages.com. Under the same username: buddhkist. I have also been trying to find some kind of legitimate freelance writing work but so far every company I have come across asks for an up front registration fee. And those stupid "millionaires" keep sending me all these emails about promising to make me a millionaire in a matter of months (or weeks). I know that the only way they were able to make their millions was by selling people their course materials. I bet there a lot of people in our country who have been purchasing just about every home business program they are able to. It is just a shame that there are still people out there who still take advantage of others' circumstances. I could never ask someone to buy a program from me and/or make false promises about becoming a millionaire. I suppose that explains why I have never done too well in a sales position. I am not a greedy person nor have I ever really been driven by greed. It always fascinates me when I see or hear about someone who is working a job solely for the money. I do understand that in our society we do need money in order to provide for ourselves and our families but there are those individuals who become obssessed with chasing the almighty dollar. For them it is not enough that they make $3.4 million in a matter of months. They somehow feel the need to earn more and more and more. Greed is just another one of those things that always ends up hurting our society. Oh well, we're only human. I still have great faith in mankind and nothing will ever change that. Not even if someone offered me a million dollars, heh.

As for my writing career right now, it is still in its infancy but I am getting new ideas everyday. I am doing my best to write them all down before I forget them. I have also decided to resurrect a series of stories/books I used to write when I was 13-14 years old. I remember I would hand write them and had my Mom make copies of them with the copy machine she had at work. My Dad would also draw the cover pictures for me. He grew up drawing all of those classic comic book heroes and monsters from old black and white movies. All the stories were in essence spin-offs of the Goosebumps books series. I wrote them during a time when just about all of my friends were really into those books. We used to have reading contests with them too and see who could finish the newest book the fastest. None of us ever cheated either, I think I even won a bag of chips once too. Mostly we would just play for bragging rights though. Anyways, the first story I wrote was titled The Haunted Knocker, it was about this halloween decoration that had this menacing green goblin face on it and would play different sayings when someone would approach it. BEWARE! WELCOME! Those were some of the things it would say. In the story I actually made myself the main character and I discover that the knocker has come to life and is trying to take over my mind/body in order to continue living. I won't describe it anymore than that but it did have a bit of a surprise ending. All of my stories had surprise endings. The nice thing about them was that they were pretty short and just got right to the main plot points. So all of my friends and classmates immediately loved them. My 6th grade english teacher liked them as well. I only wish that I still had the original copies of those stories. I had placed them in a shoe box and had the box in my closet and then I just kinda forgot about them for awhile. My Dad said that he had put some of his stuff and my stuff in a storage room when I moved to Florida after graduation. They were most likely thrown away by the manager after my Dad fell behind on the rental payments. I do kind of still remeber most of the stories. It's a good thing they weren't too long. Just thinking about rewriting them is really getting my creative juices flowing. I have already started writing the first story in the newly revived series. It will be titled "The Thing In The Desert". So far it is coming along nicely.