New Blog

Hey I'm starting a new website to accommodate more bullshit as I think it up (like the new podcast I'm piecing together, the music clips I want to post, etc. )

http://imijasis.tumblr.com/

Christmastime is a time for...

My new jacket is so motherf*cking rad.
So extremely rad.


Thanks to my wife.

It's the stuff of life...

If all of life were normalcy and comfort, good days would be redundant and success would be the same as stagnancy. Love would be like something you slipped into, like sleep or like a flu. Laughter would be reserved for it's most meaningless, cordial contexts, and would thereby become as insulting as handshakes or ironic high-fives exchanged between strangers. People would get face-drooping surgery to look young again. You know, what if that "old familiar feeling", that "old age fondness" is simply what happens when people's emotions die down enough for the lows and highs to lose amplitude... so  I suppose it's worth fighting it to remain whole people with whole reactions. It's like... maybe they're like muscles.. and if you don't exercise feeling pain, the same muscle that lengthens into pleasure becomes atrophied and only invisibly tightens every few days or so.


But I'll keep lifting this huge shit, and it's gonna hurt like a bitch. It's gonna hurt to go. It's gonna hurt to think. It's gonna hurt to say hi. It's gonna hurt to say goodbye and log off. It's gonna hurt to see her. It's gonna hurt to not see her. It's gonna hurt when I realize I'm staying. It's gonna hurt when I realize I've only been there for 2, 3, 4 months. It's gonna hurt when I realize I'm going home. It's gonna hurt when I see her again. It's gonna hurt when I see them again. It's gonna fucking hurt. But I'm gonna be fucking strong when it's over, and people are gonna watch me flex and lift pickup trucks off of burning children, flex and topple buildings as I walk through their walls, flex and battle herds of burning, rabid cattle as I treat them with vaccines and put their flames out with water that I spray from my inflated lungs, flex and educate blind Nairobi schoolchildren in hybrid, eco-friendly, desert-based and nutritionally balanced self-sustainment/economic-development-farming while I broker peace deals with tribal chiefs as they file in the door draped in white flags covered in peace-signs....


so yeah... feel sorry for me now. I appreciate it for sure, but we'll see who's worse off in the end.