Hazy. Thats the only word that can convey what I feel right now. I woke up in my truck this morning. I cannot believe what this town (Waco) can do to a man. I am in my favorite coffee shop trying to make some damn sense of what...I do not know. Thought is lost at this point. The synapses in my brain are firing slow enougn for me to feel them.

Dante

If I had rhymes both rough and stridulous,
As were appropriate to the dismal hole
Down upon which thrust all the other rocks,
I would press out the juice of my conception
More fully; but because I have them not,
Not without fear I bring myself to speak;
For 'tis no enterprise to take in jest,
To sketch the bottom of all the universe,
Not for a tongue that cries Mamma and Babbbo.

Happy

451

When we forget how close the wilderness is in the night, my grandpa said, someday it will come in and get us, for we have forgotten how real and terrible it can be.

Ray Bradbury

Zow

This is one of the best things I have ever seen.

And man do I hate Coldplay

Dark

Toms Diner

Once

Once I was asked, "what song if there was one, would define your life at this moment?"

I replied, "I dont know the name of the song but it goes like this, du du du doo doo du doo du du." everyone knew what I was talking about. Now I know what the song was.

Tom's Diner

By Suzanne Vega

Cross Fit

Cindy

Complete as many rounds as possible in 20 minutes

5 pullups
10 pushups
15 squats

Been a while

I was reading over my old posts tonight and became inspired. I have not done any good writing in a while. And I am so full of emotion that it does not matter. Its funny how we all wander through this life with a little malaise. Some will not admit it. But we are all so connected to the world that we dont really take it in. I have never done better writing than when I was living in my truck. Having nothing to do but look around, talk to people, and climb. What a life that was. So full of life all the time. It makes me wonder how the early settlers felt. Or how the Indians felt every day. Did they suffer the same day to day duldrums that we did? Or did they really appreciate what they had?

I would like to believe the latter. When in nature there is no duldrum. You may be bored. But you dont have a tv or a computer to take your mind away from everything. You just have to be.

Dark Side

Good Lessons in this. Dont let Darth Vader hook up with your mom. Dont join the Dark side. Thers always a way out. Super jumping is capable in a freeze chamber.

Happy

To anyone who actually reads this,

I am happy. I have not been for some time. I am thinking clearly and I love life again. Ryan McCombs is back. And I hope that yall can all find some peace whenever you can. Here is a video that might brighten your day.

Today

Knowing constancy, the mind is open.

With an open mind, you will be openhearted.

Being openhearted, you will act royally.

Thanks

Thank you to my friends who have been there for me. I would do anything for you.

Had to put this up again

Headed down south to the land of the pines
And I'm thumbin' my way into North Caroline
Starin' up the road
Pray to God I see headlights

I made it down the coast in seventeen hours
Pickin' me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I'm a hopin' for Raleigh
I can see my baby tonight

So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama anyway you feel
Hey mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a south-bound train
Hey mama rock me

Runnin' from the cold up in New England
I was born to be a fiddler in an old-time stringband
My baby plays the guitar
I pick a banjo now

Oh, the North country winters keep a gettin' me now
Lost my money playin' poker so I had to up and leave
But I ain't a turnin' back
To livin' that old life no more

So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama anyway you feel
Hey mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a south-bound train
Hey mama rock me

Walkin' to the south out of Roanoke
I caught a trucker out of Philly
Had a nice long toke
But he's a headed west from the Cumberland Gap
To Johnson City, Tennessee

And I gotta get a move on before the sun
I hear my baby callin' my name
And I know that she's the only one
And if I die in Raleigh
At least I will die free

So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama anyway you feel
Hey mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a south-bound train
Hey mama rock me
Lyrics > Old Crow Medicine Show Lyrics > Old Crow Medicine Show Wagon Wheel Lyrics

Woosa

STOP WHAT YOUR DOING AND BREATHE

Haiku

Haikus are easy
But sometimes they dont make sense
Refrigerator


Not Original

Current Situation

Felicity, the companion of content, is rather found in our own breasts than in the enjoyment of external things; and I firmly believe it requires but a little philosophy to make a man happy in whatever state he is.

Daniel Boone

Best Carnage Ever Enjoy

Gore Canyon

HR

I believe that one defines oneself by reinvention. To not be like your parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself. To cut yourself out of stone.

Henry Rollins

Rafting

VIVA LA MEXICO

S & G

The last train is nearly due,
The underground is closing soon,
And in the dark deserted station,
Restless in anticipation,
A man waits in the shadows.

His restless eyes leap and scratch,
At all that they can touch or catch,
And hidden deep within his pocket,
Safe within it's silent socket,
He holds a colored crayon.

Now from the tunnel's stony womb,
The carriage rides to meet the groom,
And opens wide and welcome doors,
But he hesitates, then withdraws
Deeper in the shadows.

And the train is gone suddenly
On wheels clicking silently
Like a gently tapping litany,
And he holds his crayon rosary
Tighter in his hand.

Now from his pocket quick he flashes,
The crayon on the wall he slashes,
Deep upon the advertising,
A single worded poem comprised
Of four letters.

And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding
The poem across the tracks rebounding
Shadowed by the exit light
His legs take their ascending flight
To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night.

Details

Love implies anger. The man who is angered by nothing cares about nothing.


Ed

Applicable

Angry and Maybe Drunk

I wrote this one night a while ago when I was fairly upset. Enjoy

Somedays I feel the need
The need to be more fiscal
In the sense of tomorrow and not today
Today is no longer important
What will you do for me tomorrow
Where are we
When that is even a necessary question
I am looking for the long black train
I am looking for something that will
relieve this stink
No shower will get rid of
I don’t know where to get that cologne
And I don’t know if I would go
If I knew the way

Dat

So, for anyone who reads this sodding blog, I now live in Vail. I have been here for almost a week. I missed Colorado. But I think I miss all my friends in Texas equally. The weather is perfect, I am acclimating beautifully. I went for a long ride yesterday, and up until two days ago, I was the only person in the area with a single speed.

Stephanie is adjusting well too. She has a room in the nicest house I have ever been in and it is right on the eagle river. She bought a roadbike yesterday and starts her job on tuesday.

I have not started work yet, and the only people I have hung out with is Stephs roommates. One girl is an old friend of mine. Sarah Langston is pretty kick ass. I am just tired of hanging out with girls and I am sick of not working. I also feel like I do not like 60% of the people up here. Yuppies and shit. But its a better number than the Baylor ratio.

Cheers

saddish

I am so sad....

Dr. Phil

Dr Phil is a douchebag. And he eats poop. Watch his show if you want to know how to be a douchebag and kiss your own ass.

Important

This is a song by Immortal Technique. It is called The 4th Branch

Listen

The new age is upon us
And yet the past refuses to rest in its shallow grave
For those who hide behind the false image of the son of man
shall stand before God!!! It has begun
The beginning of the end
Yeah..
Yeah... yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
The voice of racism preaching the gospel is devilish
A fake church called the prophet Muhammad a terrorist
Forgetting God is not a religion, but a spiritual bond
And Jesus is the most quoted prophet in the Qu'ran
They bombed innocent people, tryin' to murder Saddam
When you gave him those chemical weapons to go to war with Iran
This is the information that they hold back from Peter Jennings
Cause Condoleeza Rice is just a new age Sally Hemmings
I break it down with critical language and spiritual anguish
The Judas I hang with, the guilt of betraying Christ
You murdered and stole his religion, and painting him white
Translated in psychologically tainted philosophy
Conservative political right wing, ideology
Glued together sloppily, the blasphemy of a nation
Got my back to the wall, cause I'm facin' assassination
Guantanamo Bay, federal incarceration
How could this be, the land of the free, home of the brave?
Indigenous holocaust, and the home of the slaves
Corporate America, dancin' offbeat to the rhythm
You really think this country, never sponsored terrorism?
Human rights violations, we continue the saga
El Savador and the contras in Nicaragua
And on top of that, you still wanna take me to prison
Just cause I won't trade humanity for patriotism

[Hook]
It's like MK-ULTRA, controlling your brain
Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change
They wanna rearrange the whole point of view of the ghetto
The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle
A bandana full of glittering, generality
Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality?
Read about the history of the place that we live in
And stop letting corporate news tell lies to your children

[Verse 2]
Flow like the blood of Abraham through the Jews and the Arabs
Broken apart like a woman's heart, abused in a marriage
The brink of holy war, bottled up, like a miscarriage
Embedded correspondents don't tell the source of the tension
And they refuse to even mention, European intervention
Or the massacres in Jenin, the innocent screams
U.S. manufactured missles, and M-16's
Weapon contracts and corrupted American dreams
Media censorship, blocking out the video screens
A continent of oil kingdoms, bought for a bargain
Democracy is just a word, when the people are starvin'
The average citizen, made to be, blind to the reason
A desert full of genocide, where the bodies are freezin'
And the world doesn't believe that you fightin' for freedom
Cause you fucked the Middle East, and gave birth to a demon
It's open season with the CIA, bugging my crib
Trapped in a ghetto region like a Palestinian kid
Where nobody gives a fuck whether you die or you live
I'm tryin' to give the truth, and I know the price is my life
But when I'm gone they'll sing a song about Immortal Technique
Who beheaded the President, and the princes and sheiks
You don't give a fuck about us, I can see through your facade
Like a fallen angel standing in the presence of God
Bitch niggaz scared of the truth, when it looks at you hard

[Hook]
It's like MK-ULTRA, controlling your brain
Suggestive thinking, causing your perspective to change
They wanna rearrange the whole point of view in the ghetto
The fourth branch of the government, want us to settle
A bandana full of glittering, generality
Fighting for freedom and fighting terror, but what's reality?
Martial law is coming soon to the hood, to kill you
While you hanging your flag out your project window

[Talking]
Yeah..
The fourth branch of the government AKA the media
Seems to now have a retirement plan for ex-military officials
As if their opinion was at all unbiased
A machine shouldn't speak for men
So shut the fuck up you mindless drone!
And you know it's serious
When these same media outfits are spending millions of dollars on a PR campaign
To try to convince you they're fair and balanced
When they're some of the most ignorant, and racist people
Giving that type of mentality a safe haven
We act like we share in the spoils of war that they do
We die in wars, we don't get the contracts to make money off 'em afterwards!
We don't get weapons contracts, nigga!
We don't get cheap labor for our companies, nigga!
We are cheap labor, nigga!
Turn off the news and read, nigga!
Read... read... read...

Sea Pirates

Do you ever wonder if the Indians of North America had a high suicide rate before the sea pirates came?

Malaise

As I sit under the dimly lit roof of my house, there is a lackluster haze setting in on the streets of waco. It is sunday and the aliens did not come. The telephone poles seem to be sagging under their uselessness and age. A few cars pitter by and my dog sits on a couch that is deceptively uncomfortable and could be likened to the giant man-eating plant from Little Shop of Horrors. I was glad this weekend, not to be misinformed by television and have some real conversation with people with less than destructive mindsets. Though in one of my worst moods (too much wine and not enough nicotine), I found that even in an overpriced park and only one night away that true happiness means...