I believeI don’t care for religion, but I’m not an atheist.
I believe that labels aren't for our moral beliefs.
I believe that the world should be governed by prayer, not religion.
I believe that we all have our gods, those things that we believe and entrust with our hopes and dreams.
I believe that, when left free, humanity falls into place where it should.
I believe in ego.
I believe that if a person wants to be at their best they need to help themselves first.
I believe that selfish comes before selfless.
I believe in truth.
I believe in systems.
I believe in the world.
I believe in myself.
I am not an atheist, for I believe.
Cyra AndrewsName:Cyra Andrews
Personality:dark, dry humored, a loner, calm, isn't easily scares, doesn't do well with people, can be very kind or very mean depending on her mood, has a second personality which is very mean, sarcastic, crazy, blood thirsty. Her second personality comes out when she is under a lot of stress.
Appearance: Black cut off Ramones T shirt. guys long, wide, and worn black pants covered with belts, chains, and big pockets. leather combat boots. has a biker jacket for colder weather. Short red/brown layered hair (past her ears). Grey/green eyes. Scars on her arms from restraints. Intricate star tattoo on her middle back. Carries a big hiking backpack as well as a harness pack on her thigh. she carries also a bow and arrows and a long hunting knife. she wears a necklace with one black and one white bead on it so others know she is neutral to the Rebel and Main camp.
History: Was in a insane asylum until the earthquake colaps
Yesterday: EdwardThis dream started like before, except I had fallen asleep early, the clock read ten at night. I know it takes him a few minutes to reach this room so I played with the instruments. Playing 'Yesterday' (The Beatles) on a beautiful french horn there. I closed my eyes, getting into playing this song and enjoying the mood it gave to this dream. When I reached the middle part of it Edward soft lips brushed my neck, I jumped a little, startled.
"Dammit Edward" I said through a big smile.
He laughed and looked at the clock, "Someone was a little enthusiastic."
I pushed him playfully, getting up to put the instruments away. He followed, looking through all of the ones that I had out.
"You play all of these?" he frowned.
"Yeah, which ones can you play?"
"Huh?" he was surprised.
"You mean you've been stuck in my head for so long and never learned to play anything?" I said playfully mocking him.
He crossed his arms, blushing a little of embarrassment.
"I did try you know but not everybody
Meeting Edward: The First DreamWhen he first came to me it was in a room of white walls, shelves and posters of everything I like, and a big grey bed in the center, I lay on it on my own for a while looking about the room and playing with the instruments there. Then a door opened silently and he came in,and sat next to me on the bed, I was frightened by him at first, he was pale and strong with messy brown hair and caramel colored eyes.
"Who are you?" I asked shyly
"The love from another life." His voice was clear as a bell and soft as velvet.
"Where are we?"
"In your dreams, the only place I can find you, for now atleast."
"What do you mean by 'for now'?"
"I'm just a tiny remnant of the love someone gave you in your past life, someone else will hold the other half, your soul mate."
I nodded while pulling everything together in my head, A clock on the wall read four in the morning, I didn't have much time left here, just four hours. He did the same, some sadness and longing appeared in his eyes, it was heartbreaking
Notes To self: 6-27-13Have you ever had dreams that were so good that you cried when you woke up from them.
Which made me think, what if every time you were born and you cry it was because your last life was so good you didn't want to leave it behind.
A Name and A Face: Trailer 1I sat there. My cell rang, and there it was. A face and a place, no names or times. A gun in my hand, the trigger soft with wear. I took a train to him, finding him on the platform, he was looking for me. When hks eyes met mine he began to run, yet no fear could be seen in him, only an urgency that would be difficult to stop. He was skilled, it was obvious he had similar training to me, he seemed older than me, 30 or so.
I cornered him on the top of a building, the far off sound of traffic echoed below us. I held the gun between us, he took a step toward the ledge. I didn't say anything but he smiled when my eyes widened.
“ You're not completely lost then?” He said softly.
“Its always that first shot that sounds the loudest.”
He spread his arms out and fell off of the ledge, I didn't need to look off of the ledge to know he was dead, the screams of women were enough. I sent the report to headqua
On Artistic Motivation - Part 1There are some points stated regarding the motivation for art creation that are very often repeated and, since they originate in some considerably influential artists and are usually illustrated with pretty, witty pictures, colorful metaphors and authoritative language, are frequently taken as fact by many people. I am writing this text because these points do not sit well with me at all, and I wish to give you my own, kind-of-alternative view on the nature of artistic motivation.
What Bothers Me
The issue is the definition of a "correct" motivation for art creation, one that consists in the obtainment of self-satisfaction from the very act of creating art, or from the appreciation of its concrete results (the artwork). This approach favors considering the "artist-artwork" pair as an isolated, self-feeding loop: the artist creates the artwork, obtains immediate satisfaction from it (whether from the act or the result, is indifferent), and that motivates them to create
Ian Flynn Cooling Off on Sally and Sonic, or is heSomeone asked me a question on given art, space and the question was about my thoughts on Ian Flynn not showing any sonic and Sally moments in the comic for the time being. Well, I look at it like this, I believe what Ian Flynn is doing is cooling down the Sonic and Sally relationship of the time being.
What that means, is that Ian, like many others out there has gotten sick and tired of the shipping wars between the fan's, and feels that the only way he is going to put a stop to it, is to stop showcasing the special romantic/flirting moments of Sonic and Sally and Sonic and Amy.
In my opinion, I believe that Ian Flynn is going to slowly build the Sonic and Sally relationship on a romantic level back up to the point that it will be less confusing and hopefully more acceptable by fans who by that time it happens, from Ian's point of view, both have a better understanding as to why Sonic and Sally are together and are meant to be together.
Let's not forget that Ian Fly
KBC: 'The Secret' Dissected w/ NuclearFalcon
Kasen's Book Club Presents: The Secret, Dissected w/ NuclearFalcon
The following is a summary and dissection of Rhonda Byrne's The Secret.
About Kasen's Book Club: This series cuts right to the meat of popular self-help books, but this episode is special: rather than summarize the book, resident philsophy expert WarFalcon and I will be trying to pick the book apart and ground its ideas in legit science and philosophy. No quantum pseudoscience, no subtle energies, no cosmic vibrations: just legit psychology and grounded philosophy.
About The Author: Down on her luck, television producer Rhonda Byrne decided to do a documentary on the Law of Attraction, the New Thought Movement idea that your thoughts attract your life circumstances. She managed to bring on several big name New Thought figures for her documentary, and Byrne became an overnight sensation. She eventually published The Secret as a book, and follow-ups The P
Message from EbolaWe are Ebola
We are one of millions of diseases... the product of nature's undeniable law...
That law? Everything has a predator... We are natural selection coming to keep you humans in line...
How stupid you humans are that you think you can defeat us viruses... or that you think you are safe from us...
We are forever evolving or going into hibernation until your defenses begin to crumble... Smallpox may have been vanquished but some of my brothers like Polio have flaunted how stupid those pitiful Arabs of Syria and Pakistanis have been at lowering their defenses. He once had a good line, "When humans fight, disease is sneaking behind them with daggers"...
We do not attack based simply on race or gender. We prey on those who are weak. Weakness is to us as salt is to your meats...
Even now we are planning the ultimate epidemics for us to strike back against you sheep. As bacteria evolve to resist your antibiotics, we gain a beachhead in this epic hunt...
You may be pleading to us to le
NEW JOB! WHOOPWHOOP!I now have a new job
I work at a GIANT/Martins nearby and will not be on.... AS MUCH.... as I normally am
SURE I will be on and I will still draw and I will still respond BUT if it takes a while then blame the work
Louis's thoughts on Robin WilliamsYou know, death is always the most and yet least predictable thing in all of existence. You know that it WILL happen, but you never know WHEN.
Robin Williams was just a non-stop laugh generator. He almost didn’t have to come up with new material he was just on all the time and he would never stop……until now. I guess his depression and addiction problems were the tradeoff for his tremendous talent. It’s ironic if you think about it, he could bring so much happiness to so many others and make it seem so easy, and yet have such a hard time bringing it to himself. It got so bad that he decided to one day end his life. I had not known about his mental struggles until now. In fact he had been in and out of rehab multiple times. He used to be on cocaine, it was what gave him so much energy while performing standup, until his friend John Belushi died form an overdose in 1982. After that he just quit cold turkey. He was also a good friend with Christopher Reeve, so much
I wish it had a name There are some words thought too quickly to be spoken, and some feelings so fleeting that we forget what the emotion was. But in the midst of chaos, when our walls begin to crumble, and our hardened hearts begin to melt, we’re left with nothing but our thoughts, and our feelings. In a moment of vertigo, we’re swept back into the deepest corners of our mind. That moment, that deep, precious moment; that is when we are able to speak our inmost thoughts to ourselves, and articulate and name the feelings deep within our heart. But only in that moment. After that, we’re subject to one of humanity’s greatest downfall, forgetfulness.
Who or What Is Mjax MajoranWHO OR WHAT IS MJAX MAJORAN!?
Mjax Majoran, or Mjax is a number of things.... so I thought I would clear it all up
Mjax Majoran As a Psudonym/PenName
Mjax Majoran as a screen name is just a name, but it's origins and pronunciation are quite the story,
The Mj half of Mjax is shortform For Markjake, which in turn is a Combination of My Real name, and my First Cat's name, MarkJake was the original screen name I used online, and to this day in some cases still do. MJ is also a joke at my 8 year old self proclaimed nickname, which combined my middle initial with my First initial.
Jax on it's own is simply there to make the name sound cooler, but it also ties to an old game called Ball and Jacks, sometimes referred to as Jax, as a Kid me and my friends had an obsession with the letter X for a time, this is another reason I use the name.
Mjax is actually pronounced oddly, with the sound Of The M being separate from the Jax
EM Jacks is the proper pronunciation
Majoran, is a na