I'm trying some normal writing for a change

Ok, I'm back after a long absence, I don't think anyone missed me anyway.( the lack of comments shows me how much the cyber-community is interested in me) Well, I come to you, my nonexistent reader with a new perspective, I'm going to cut back on the surrealist writing and focusing on something a bit more palatable, that's right GOSSIP!!!, yes the bread and butter of blogging. Right now I am just out a relationship, and trying to go trough the transition from I hate you because you were ruining my life, from I just hate you.

Anyway, m dear ghost reader, I'll keep you updated because I know you are " dying " to know...get it? haha...whatever.

What boredom can do to a feble mind

As I stare in the face of destiny, I can’t comprehend its vastness, and how deep its conscience goes. I know that we are all connected but I wish I could hear it speak, all I see, all I can feel is its presence and its awesome power, I can say I consider myself lucky just to be able to feel that but like any dumb human I want it to speak to me directly, I want it to know my name, to speak my language… Hell!! I want it even to look like me but I know that is just ignorance speaking with a pinch if primal instinct. If we could only get detached from our earthly fixations, from our cars, from our cell phones, from our tanning beds, we could get connected with this higher being, the One true conscience the One that is made from all of us and everything, the sum of all of our parts and at the same time our own self’s, and reunite with the universe. There is a veil, a curtain that covers our eyes and don’t let us see what is so obvious and its in plain sight in front of us, the fact that we are all part of a higher being, that him and us are one and the same and there for God turns human and we can become God, because we have a symbiotic relationship, that is the truth, and it is not hidden, its just clouded and distorted , but that is because we are more concerned with material business and earthly problems, It makes a lot of sense at the same time, after all, we are living in a material world and our first order of business is to deal with the problems from our earthly realm,but one day we will discover that the really important things in life are beyond our physical reach, but with in grasp of our minds.

There will be a golden letter comming down

There's on hundred million white horses floating high above inside the church. The dim light is provided by candles set on the floor, and in the middle of the church stands a boy, dressed in red school uniform holding a teddy bear.
The horses are nervous because they know who this boy is. Their black eyes are restless.
The boy enjoys this suspense because the boy knows who the horses belong to, and he also knows that with one movement of his finger, all those horses will turn into a shower of blood. The horses know this as well.
There's a faint smile on the boy's lips.He's trembling with anticipation and excitement. One hundred million horses floating inside a church will bathe a boy holding a teddy bear in blood.

The lion and the orange

Midday in a hot , yellow desert. There's only the sand, a lion, an orange and a blue sky of the bluest color. The lion stares intently at the orange. The orange stoic, stubborn, unmovable.
Lions don't eat oranges.Why?. Because of a pact made thousands of years ago. The oranges are providers of wisdom to lions, and lions in return are the only creatures capable of hearing what oranges have to say. They are connected in that way. But today the orange will not talk to the lion. The lion roars, hisses at the orange. But no word will come out. The lion has waited for 4 months, thirteen days, and eight hours. Finally turns around and walks away, when suddenly the orange says - our covenant is over, we have no more wisdom to share with the lion, its time the lion finally eats the orange- but the lion only stares - we grew accustom to blood,- says the lion- its warm and savory, besides it caries memories and far more wisdom. we will keep eating flesh and drinking blood until the oranges are no more-. The orange, perplexed cant find a rebuttal. Filled with anger and frustration, it turns the sands into concrete and the sky into metal and glass, and casts the lion out to the shameful green pastures, fill with others similar to his kind, where he roams in search of new and nourishing blood.

the angel talked to the lion

Gabriel had gone on an errand and Lucifer was no where to be found, so Michael was starting to get bored, he decided to go to earth and entertain him self. the first creature he found was the lion. He asked- Friend lion what do you see?- and the lion responded -I contemplate the past-. what do you see? asked Michael. -everything is still and quiet, peaceful,- answered the lion. All of a sudden Michael felt a tap on his shoulder, it was Lucifer. He had come back from an evening of slaughtering. Still soaked in fresh blood, he offered Michael his own sword to kill the lion, but Michael said no, the lion will be condemned to contemplate the past for all eternity.