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Name: Michael
Country: United States
State: Louisiana
Metro: Lafayette
Interests: Science, Quantum Physics, Literature, History, Ancient History, Sports (OU SOONERS!), Art, Graphic Design, Painting, Reading cool books, Photography, Driving, eBay, funny stuff, really funny stuff, Sci Fi, Cartoons, FUNNY cartoons, Spanish, traveling, Latin (blah. I read a little.), Natural Health, hanging out with friends and having fun, awesome days, those days that are just perfect enough to make you want to go out and run through a field or play a sport or three. The beach, where ocean breezes flow across your face, inviting you to come and enjoy the ocean's waves..
Expertise: Spanish, Graphic Design
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Computers (Software)
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
11/7/2005
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It's basically the American Dream. Unfortunately, it isn't God's.
Or rather, fortunately.
Just Pretending
Carolyn Arends/Spencer Capier
Nice shirt, and khaki chinos
Dessert and cappuccinos
SUV, he looks good in it
Driving past his credit limit
Shes climbing that Stairmaster
Up to Happy Ever After
Though she never seems to get there
She cant stop
No she cant stop
Family full of achievers
Beat the Jones and be the Cleavers
Give the lawn a manicure
No rough edges, thats for sure
Sunday the whole congregation
Doesnt seem to need salvation
Everybodys just terrific
All the time
Everybodys under pressure
Got to get our acts together
Living out these scripted roles
Tidy and predictable
What if we just all agreed
To wear our hearts on wrinkled sleeves
And live the mess and mystery
Of a real life
Live real life
Why do we try so hard?
Lifes not some greeting card
If were not who we are
Were just pretending
Why do we try so hard?
Lifes not some greeting card
Models and all those movie stars
They're just pretending.
Theyre just pretending.
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| Did you ever have a moment where something just hit you? As in you may have known something for a while, but then it all suddenly becomes clear or in your face present?
Well, so it happened like this.
I was dropping off a friend at Cajun Field, and there was this whole Beta Club convention with elementary kids for miles around. So I was looking in my trunk for something, and when I closed I just caught the sight of a kid and we just looked at eachother for a moment and then it hit me. Yeah, I was an adult.
So before you get all nitpicky about "You didn't know this before?!", the rest of you guys saying I'm not just hushilate till I'm done. Okay, so then,
I remembered how people my age looked to me when I was like 12. Man, they were old, but it was like when I saw his face and the caught my reflectiong the contrast just hit me. I guess sometimes you focus so much on something that you miss all of the other changes that happen.
Maybe it's time we stop and smell the flowers and enjoy the changes, because we only live once. Maybe we should stop chasing the dollar and enjoy the gift of flowers and grass and an open blue sky given to us every day. Perhaps we should stop trying to earn our importance from other people and start enjoying who we are, happy that we're alive and can see and touch and hear and smell the awesomeness around us that's given in the glimmer of a sunset, the whisp of a flowery scent, or the feel of cool water on a hot and blistery day.
Perhaps life is so much more full of things wonderful and amazing that we can even dream of.
But maybe we miss them in our race to desperately gain a moment of importance from other people who could, in the end, really care less about the five minutes of fame. Meanwhile, the trees, grass, flowers, and wind invite us to hear the whispers of things ancient, the things unseen, the things so wonderful to be compared to anything we could dare to imagine.
Right now I see a girl who is waiting for her friend to get up. The pain in her face is evident and the need to be accepted has pushed her to probably do things she never would have done normally. That drive to need to be loved and accepted has pushed her to extremes she hates to catch a glimpse of what her soul longs for. That glimmer of the unknown that haunts her every day of the week, that gnawing need to be accepted and love for who she is, not how she can perform.
Perhaps that feeling haunts us all.
Perhaps, we all do things we wish we didn't in need of that acceptance.
Maybe that acceptance is closer than we think.
There is another boy who walks in, dressed in the clothes he believes give him identity and acceptance to a certain group, who will probably never accept him fully in the first place.
He walks off, acting as if he doesn't need acceptance, that the gnawing fear of rejection and abandonment doesn't affect him or keep him up at night, replaying every move and action in his life, hoping he didn't do anything to illicit a negative reaction or, the fear that he tries to hide so far down inside, the rejection of his peers.
Perhaps all of our trying, toying, playing with others mentally to make ourselves feel better in some way, is all just dust in our hands that will simply dissapear in the whisp of the wind. And the very dust we have honored with out lives is gone, and we still are left, angry, pained, and fearful.
Perhaps that love, that undending appreciation, that uncompromising appreciation and acceptance, perhaps that pat on the back that even the most hardened of us want, is just a whisp a away.
Perhaps closer than anyone thinks.
Perhaps that love, that acceptance and voice of compassion has been calling us. Perhaps that pat of acceptance or undying affection we have longed for so often us just around the corner.
Perhaps.
Perhaps it is.
Look for it. Search for it.
But see, it's closer than you think. Like a loving dad hiding himself behind a small curtain, laughing, waiting for his child to find him. perhaps the funnest game of hide and seek is just around the corner.
Perhaps the perfect romance is just beginning.
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The juxtaposition of time and space, and how we find ourselves caught in between it's rotating, orbiting pattern that seems to jolt us here, and quietly ebb us there, always being caught in it's wake.
So it's May 2006. Several friends have graduated and moved on, and it seems that I am in a place again that feels like a nexus between what was, is, and what might be. These friends are all moving away, from Illinois to New Mexico, and moving on with the new phase of their life, and for a time in my life, it seems that I am seeing what I will be seeing in older age, as if I am aware now of what others will be aware of in twenty years or so.
How interesting it is, seeming to be caught between the was, now and the not yet.
How interesting it is to be in a place seemingly outside of time. yet aware of it all the while.
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| Well, I was studying for a humanities final, and whilst I was on my way from CC's to home, I had a camera, and took some pics. I look serious, but that's just my myspace-looking face. Had to do it.
As of recent, I signed on to do sound to a church here. It's a challenge, but that's never stopped me! I have to set up and make sure all the wires are correct and stuff. That, actually, is something I never had to do before. And unlike the Vineyard, where I did sound regularly for years, the church is not full of sound-savvy people, which could be a good thing. However if'n a problem comes up, I'm basically the guy in charge. Not a big deal. 
To be honest, it was like riding a bike, and I actually enjoy it! Great times.
So, a few weeks left till school starts again.
I have a year to go in the graphic design program (not too bad considering I could have graduated a year ago or so.) That is, if I choose to JUST graduate with Graphic Design. I might take up Computer Animation as well, which would only take a few more years. Why not? Anywho, here are the pics.
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| She walked toward a cafe that was cornered just off of the street. It was situated snugly between two shops, however they day was growing old, and the shops were closing their doors. She opened to door to the greeting of thousands of different smells, all of them joining into a larger scent that caressed her cheek as she stepped through the door.
The attendant smiled at her, and returned to his duties. She made her way to the back, and sat in a chair looking out towards the door. The cafe was slightly busy, but it all seemed as if no one was even inside the doors she had stepped through. And in truth, she was partly right. She gazed out towards the door for a moment, wondering if he would show. Suddenly she saw him, carrying the small child grasping his shoulders, sound asleep.
She beamed as she rose and walked toward them. Her brother, whom she had not seen in years had finally come, and brought her neice, whom she had never seen before. She hugged him slightly, and gazed at the child, who calmy slept on her father's shoulder. They sa quietly, and for the first time since they had parted ways, talked to each other face to face.
Random? Mushy? Lemme know. It was definitely random.
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