summaparker

a comprehensive investigation of a skewed psyche.

Ah I feel so bad.

Ah, I feel so bad!

My eyes are bleeding,

my head thumps outta time,

Some cosmic vacuum.

halfway torn in time.

Ah I feel so bad!

No rest in sight,

weary and worn,

like a bleary-eyed beggar

in an opiate torn, war zone.

Ass-Hat of the week!

Ass-Hat of the week!:

This week It’s a toss up?

The confidential informant who put her friends away for ten years in federal prison to save herself, or the herpes infected mother purposely spreading her disease as a act of revenge.

Amen.

Originally posted on summaparker:

You never plan it,
but you get weary,
slugging it out everyday,
trying to digest information,
at a million miles and hour.

In your weakness you realize,
all you have wasted:
time.
health.
hope
happiness.
peace.

They say.
no such thing
as too late,
or monsters.

There is however,
too little too late.
Life’s meaning
burning itself
on its ear.

And there it lies –
the heart of the matter…

The deepest mystery and
where to stick the knife.

No one is in charge.
No one to accept the responsibility
for all this madness.

Just a big tumbling vat
of emptiness.
Absolutely none the wiser, and
worse for the wear…

Chattering monkeys
with Facebook pages,
lost in space…

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Armchair Critic… Drinking Buddies

It can be captivating watching paint dry. It all depends on the painter, and the art being created. Drinking Buddies, a recent addition to Netflix is a film that shares similar aspects. Similar in the slow pace of the film, intriguing, on its craftsmanship and realistic storytelling. Drinking Buddies Carefully weaves a story, that expertly captures the dynamics of friendship bordering on romance, and that confusing time in life we encounter in our late twenties and early thirties. A critical, uncertain time, when high school and college have come and gone, and what you decide about career, lifestyle, and relationships impacts significantly the rest of your life.

For what it’s worth. The Three Foot Rule.

The three foot rule is used by a wide variety of people facing situations that are especially, frightening, overwhelming, or just plain baffling to a specific individual, group, or an entire society. The concept is simple concentrate on what is going on right in front of you, strip away the fear of what may happen in the future, or even in the next five minutes, and base your immediate actions on what you feel is right, or necessary in achieving your goals. This concept and practice is not new. Varying degrees of this practice have had a profound influence on individuals, and entire societies, since the dawn of man.

With the state of the world today, especially things such as; Gaza, Ferguson, The Systematic Stripping of Second Amendment Rights, School Shootings, Police Brutality, Militarization of Law Enforcement, Murder, and a whole bunch of other shit, I find myself overwhelmed, confused, angry, and powerless. By implementing my version of this rule in my daily life, I am able to better deal with the world’s chaos. For me specifically, the implementation of this rule involves the gathering of as much information, from as many different sources that I have access to, and making my next decision based on that information. The action in some cases, or the lack of action in others, helps me to feel that I am trying to be a part of the solution (as I see it), and not part of the problem..

Amen.

You never plan it,
but you get weary,
slugging it out everyday,
trying to digest information,
at a million miles and hour.

In your weakness you realize,
all you have wasted:
time.
health.
hope
happiness.
peace.

They say.
no such thing
as too late,
or monsters.

There is however,
too little too late.
Life’s meaning
burning itself
on its ear.

And there it lies –
the heart of the matter…

The deepest mystery and
where to stick the knife.

No one is in charge.
No one to accept the responsibility
for all this madness.

Just a big tumbling vat
of emptiness.
Absolutely none the wiser, and
worse for the wear…

Chattering monkeys
with Facebook pages,
lost in space…

Cost

What is the cost of a soul?
the weight of a soul?
the solubility of a soul?
all ghost know,
more than the living…
the stigma and the price of blood,
low, invisible like cain’s stained hands.
troubling noisy apparitions whispering the toll,
A measure of lives,
paying full price,
for each one you stole.

Excerpt from “Ken and Jim Correspondences.”

Excerpt from “Ken and Jim Correspondences.”

They would argue Father Gary and Matt Bagilo that certain people have the ability to see behind the curtain, the veil so to speak. Behind that veil is where preternatural evil also resides. A evil that could touch us, influence our choices, and only be seen and felt by those among us with the ability see beyond the corporal universe. A force if you will, that was only concerned with the hatred and annihilation of everything. By touch I mean, to subtly corrupt that which is pure, light, or good within us. Not influence us directly, or make us commit evil acts. Rather, say we have a flaw, drinking for example, could be anything,,, Well if you become a chronic, desperate, alcoholic, eventually you lose the power of choice over drinking. By this I mean every time you drink no matter what, YOU are making, and are responsible for that CHOICE. Still, make that choice enough (The choice to drink), eventual there is no choice. You will continue drinking no matter what you lose. What I am stressing here as the evil; is the loss of all hope. The loss of hope is the evil we create by actions with hatred at the core, A unlimited amount of actions could be evil and destructive or in fact  are proven to be destructive such as; War, Poverty, Apathy, Racism, and so forth, (Everyone’s list would be different with the common underlying qualification being;: Destructive to the person as a loving being. This loss of hope, can be of use to spirits or beings that exist within the preternatural world. Further, I know exactly what you mean about that feeling or dream like state where you feel some dark, oppressive force holding you down physically. A physical oppressiveness. I have had have direct experience with this myself. It is terrifying. In regards to your dads oppressive evil being sensed when you still lived at home, I believe it could be the evil left over from your father’s acts, the evil that clung to him.

Armchair Critic A Teacher.

Well what can I say ? Creepy! Probably more realistic than most of us would like to admit. Most interesting aspect of the film is that the student is able to control his impulses to brag, threaten, bully, or intimidate his lover. “The Student” is obviously in the position of power, in this highly dysfunctional affair. Also I don’t think you can top “The Teacher” drunk… scrolling through her obsession… “The Student’s”… Facebook page… Come on, we have all done this right? Refreshing to view his older seductress, melt down from one frame to the next. Can you say mentally unstable in visual language? I can: A Teacher!

 

ArmChair Critic… Blue Ruin

Impossible!

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