Zero Edge's blog: "Philosophy"

After posting my new stash about Marilyn Manson and his speech. I heard it once before and listened to it again. His thoughts and speech wonders me as to whether or not "Is life significant and whether it's good or bad?" Thinking in too deep with many reasons but only a few remain inside my head to be asked. I wanted to find out these answers. Is existence really absurd?- For Sartre once said, "Existence is absurd." Could we ever kill God?- Nietzsche's saying of "God is dead." Is it rational or even possible to go back all the way from the beginning just to start reasoning everything we have to the world?- Descartes' methodical thinking preaches that we must retrace our steps to the beginning in order to get what we want. Should we ever skepticize everything before we succumb to believing what is real and rational?- David Hume's teaching of skepticism provoked these with his greatest work "Treatise of Human Nature" which was published after his death. Finally everyone's favorite: "Is life good or bad?" Although we narrow it but we don't find a good answer or there's no answer at all because we find out that once we die. It's over. Right?

Hold it, Touch it, Feel it, but don’t let it ever drop. Don’t drop this long lost forgotten feeling that is letting me grasp your clothes as I am stripping them away. In which our feelings were beginning to lose its essence as soon as I stripped the last piece of her garment. No need to feel the emotion for as soon as the skin was touching another skin we were weaving ourselves in a coarse but delicate euphoric state. A state that we were trembling but when we began holding each other there was a sleight of hand. The hands that we begin to hold in sacrilege were the cause of its sleight. As we felt hope as that blissful moment and ignorance was the new knowledge exchanged for an unclean and impure moment. We know not the consequences between The two because it was ephemeral-that moment that could split the real world and surreal- it was evanescent-moist and blood mingled only to reunite to our garments- and… it was absolute-only between now and later will be the certainty that we’ll make it. As the deep sighs were exchanged the unnerved feeling of that forgotten feeling began to subside wholly. Lying across from each other that corseted body was one of the objects of my affection in its morphed state. As I let my hands guide you through your heart these feelings of awe-for shapes and curves were known to be the biggest curse of beauty anxiety- sweat and tears were mixing in unison that a single drop came from us and… despair began running through my mind. Although I see you clearly from this side wholly as your beauty is unparalleled to everyone that begins to unfold like winter blooms that show their purest bosoms and spreads like white butterflies giving off a glimmer in the night sky. Although through and through this whole time I was staring at you and you wouldn’t stare back. I stare with those winter bitten eyes that pierce me, pierce you. As I’ve seen you through glass across from where I stand tall, I look at nothing but your shallow yet deep eyes. Made from the pearls of the ocean they captivate people as your heart Gets easily stolen. It is stolen along with your garments that are ripped. However this part of me suffers too as my garments is ripped. However, as a shift occurs it affects our inanimate selves. Our inanimate selves that become human come through this wall called glass. Although as we make contact though we know we desire two fruits from the human realm- a heart and a soul-and so we seek that fruit. As the desire was eaten we noticed that the flavor had a punchy feeling to it. Perhaps a fruit punch but this is the true flavor of a fruit that we wished to eat. As we eat it the two fruits come into fruition as the heart and the soul we desired forms. Thus… The stitched heart that we created through the fruit began to beat as its stitches vanish and the heart becomes the beating drum of our life from the walls of glass. The soul that we call- The universal amorphous being is beginning to embed codes of feelings, emotions and time. Feelings embedded are seen everywhere because we told our bodies to respond in a shaky, loose manner as our garments were taken away with a sensual passion. Emotions recreated and relayed in suspended motion tempts our bodies to keep moving till sanity takes over The Irrational and defeats it. Time is the amount we put through as our virginity and humility was stripped away like there was no time for breathing change and renewal. As I sigh I began to look at you as you were on top of the world. Feeling those soft, firm breasts, that orgasmic feeling of you shaking. Suddenly I blew at your gentle face and you stopped in a heartbeat just like me. In that reserved moment we smiled and kissed each other softly. Also, in that momentous bliss, we felt paradise as our escape in this world of pride and lies. Before I forget this night I write in soul and heart this assembled homage of familiarity and nostalgia. Familiarity that this bodies may be together again someday. Nostalgia as we feel this body assembled again at this place. This place we call outside with the stony glass wall that shines With Luminescence reflects our faces when we look at each other.

Hold it, Touch it, Feel it, but don’t let it ever drop. Don’t drop this long lost forgotten feeling that is letting me grasp your clothes as I am stripping them away. In which our feelings were beginning to lose its essence as soon as I stripped the last piece of her garment. No need to feel the emotion for as soon as the skin was touching another skin we were weaving ourselves in a coarse but delicate euphoric state. A state that we were trembling but when we began holding each other there was a sleight of hand. The hands that we begin to hold in sacrilege were the cause of its sleight. As we felt hope as that blissful moment and ignorance was the new knowledge exchanged for an unclean and impure moment. We know not the consequences between The two because it was ephemeral-that moment that could split the real world and surreal- it was evanescent-moist and blood mingled only to reunite to our garments- and… it was absolute-only between now and later will be the certainty that we’ll make it. As the deep sighs were exchanged the unnerved feeling of that forgotten feeling began to subside wholly. Lying across from each other that corseted body was one of the objects of my affection in its morphed state. As I let my hands guide you through your heart these feelings of awe-for shapes and curves were known to be the biggest curse of beauty anxiety- sweat and tears were mixing in unison that a single drop came from us and… despair began running through my mind. Although I see you clearly from this side wholly as your beauty is unparalleled to everyone that begins to unfold like winter blooms that show their purest bosoms and spreads like white butterflies giving off a glimmer in the night sky. Although through and through this whole time I was staring at you and you wouldn’t stare back. I stare with those winter bitten eyes that pierce me, pierce you. As I’ve seen you through glass across from where I stand tall, I look at nothing but your shallow yet deep eyes. Made from the pearls of the ocean they captivate people as your heart Gets easily stolen. It is stolen along with your garments that are ripped. However this part of me suffers too as my garments is ripped. However, as a shift occurs it affects our inanimate selves. Our inanimate selves that become human come through this wall called glass. Although as we make contact though we know we desire two fruits from the human realm- a heart and a soul-and so we seek that fruit. As the desire was eaten we noticed that the flavor had a punchy feeling to it. Perhaps a fruit punch but this is the true flavor of a fruit that we wished to eat. As we eat it the two fruits come into fruition as the heart and the soul we desired forms. Thus… The stitched heart that we created through the fruit began to beat as its stitches vanish and the heart becomes the beating drum of our life from the walls of glass. The soul that we call- The universal amorphous being is beginning to embed codes of feelings, emotions and time. Feelings embedded are seen everywhere because we told our bodies to respond in a shaky, loose manner as our garments were taken away with a sensual passion. Emotions recreated and relayed in suspended motion tempts our bodies to keep moving till sanity takes over The Irrational and defeats it. Time is the amount we put through as our virginity and humility was stripped away like there was no time for breathing change and renewal. As I sigh I began to look at you as you were on top of the world. Feeling those soft, firm breasts, that orgasmic feeling of you shaking. Suddenly I blew at your gentle face and you stopped in a heartbeat just like me. In that reserved moment we smiled and kissed each other softly. Also, in that momentous bliss, we felt paradise as our escape in this world of pride and lies. Before I forget this night I write in soul and heart this assembled homage of familiarity and nostalgia. Familiarity that this bodies may be together again someday. Nostalgia as we feel this body assembled again at this place. This place we call outside with the stony glass wall that shines With Luminescence reflects our faces when we look at each other.

Hold it, Touch it, Feel it, but don’t let it ever drop. Don’t drop this long lost forgotten feeling that is letting me grasp your clothes as I am stripping them away. In which our feelings were beginning to lose its essence as soon as I stripped the last piece of her garment. No need to feel the emotion for as soon as the skin was touching another skin we were weaving ourselves in a coarse but delicate euphoric state. A state that we were trembling but when we began holding each other there was a sleight of hand. The hands that we begin to hold in sacrilege were the cause of its sleight. As we felt hope as that blissful moment and ignorance was the new knowledge exchanged for an unclean and impure moment. We know not the consequences between The two because it was ephemeral-that moment that could split the real world and surreal- it was evanescent-moist and blood mingled only to reunite to our garments- and… it was absolute-only between now and later will be the certainty that we’ll make it. As the deep sighs were exchanged the unnerved feeling of that forgotten feeling began to subside wholly. Lying across from each other that corseted body was one of the objects of my affection in its morphed state. As I let my hands guide you through your heart these feelings of awe-for shapes and curves were known to be the biggest curse of beauty anxiety- sweat and tears were mixing in unison that a single drop came from us and… despair began running through my mind. Although I see you clearly from this side wholly as your beauty is unparalleled to everyone that begins to unfold like winter blooms that show their purest bosoms and spreads like white butterflies giving off a glimmer in the night sky. The stitched heart that we held began to lose its stitches as it clearly tells us That we don’t need to repair it for it has been mended and the wounds are clearly healed. As we recalled it, no harm was done in it, it was just waiting to be mended. The soul that we call- The universal amorphous being is beginning to embed codes of feelings, emotions and time. Feelings embedded are seen everywhere because we told our bodies to respond in a shaky, loose manner that we’re holding nothing back and not looking back. Emotions recreated and relayed in suspended motion tempts our bodies to keep moving till sanity takes over The Irrational and defeats it. Time is the amount we put through to strip our virginity like there was no time left for breathing change and renewal. As I sigh I began to look at you as you were on top of the world. Feeling those soft, firm breasts, that orgasmic feeling of you shaking. Suddenly I blew at your gentle face and you stopped in a heartbeat just like me. In that reserved moment we smiled and kissed each other softly. Also, in that momentous bliss, we felt paradise as our escape in this world of pride and lies. Before I forget this night I write in soul and heart this assembled homage of familiarity and nostalgia. Familiarity that this bodies may be together again someday. Nostalgia as we feel this body assembled again at this place.

I found this on one of my friend's blogs. After taking it I find it shocking for such accuracy. I mean here:

As we venture through the Elysian Fields and to the holy abysmal depths of hell we begin to see the message. The message that was said to have been lost eons ago. As we present this message that’ll shake this world it will be but a figment of the imagination since nothing presents good news than subliminal messages in the ear. These messages that we saw was part of a script that we shall proclaim it with exaltation. In exaltation we say: These beginnings of an ending are so unclear yet these endings of a beginning are so unclear also. Although this could be understood or misunderstood like an idea. Therefore we compromise the ideas that The beginnings of any beginning are clear-and-the endings of any ending are also clear. To such an extent thy can be so clear and nearly precise that the slightest provocation will not cause a flinch. To such an extent they can be so blurry with muddled obsolete that disorder and chaos are friends. To such an extent there is that ball that rolls back and forth like a memory that flashes back and forwards. To such an extent that this ball could go up and down like an unstable emotion of the imperfect life. Remember these kinds of subliminal messages that we transmit can be translated into babble with no accounted measures to look back at such a statement for. Although any individual being longing this kind of conversation will be lead into perplexity and awe perhaps death. A wrath and condemnation in which this world begun its rotational rational force and withholding every heretic that we now know which is everyone. In everyone we know that we’re not from the center but a part of the universe in this role-playing game called life. As we look upon this essence that begins to leap forward as if the movement itself was the greatest decision it has made for we have seen what was beneath us. In which it were the moment of truth, the ultimatum, and the last words of the solid honest being named life. Thus skipping the obstacle to victory. We live in a world of wrath as if every single emotion has been pieced to a jigsaw puzzle that turned out to be a microcosmic part of the mosaic. A mosaic that was designed generation after generation as we seek to find its creator and know its purpose of why was it created only to be viewed by the simpleton name Life. Perhaps the other pieces will lead us into solitude but continue delivering us this heraldic news spreading the message in response to this perplexity and awe that we now live in this universe. Somehow this was better than I thought or was there that thought to begin with? Somehow this essential thought that was pulled from me came from another entity. Somehow these beginnings that I write in form of old tongue are so unclear and illegible.

Call it a rant, call it a rave, or call it whatever but hoping there would be some of you people be able understand this blog that I post in this section. This new blog that I'll present soon will probably give a rise as to what you think of me or my mind or whatever. I hope some of you people would understand it.