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Name: Luke Taylor
Country: United States
State: Missouri
Metro: Kansas City
Birthday: 5/30/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: Philosophy, Theology, Politics, People, Movies, and quality television
Expertise: Math (B.S.), Economics (Half a masters:)), Theology (six courses down, 10 left :)), Movies (geek), Politics (liberal ideologue with fierce zeal), and I'm definitely an expert at making a fool of myself.
Occupation: Graduate Student
Industry: Theology
Message: message me
Member Since:
11/29/2004
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| prologues defeat the purpose.
Titles come damn near close. I feel the distant murmur rumbling.
I feel the nearer churning mowing.
I want the want of fear dispersed.
Angels breathe into my ears, is that how the babies hear?
I wonder loudly, speak loudly, think louder, and dream in tears!
Slipping on purpose defeats the point.
Trying comes damn near close.
Madness - siphoned, boiled, or wasted - tastes sweeter when out of season.
Always stocked with empty larders
and breathing heated slumbering waters
Madness - corked, bottled, or tasted - is the heart of basest reason.
Coalescing, pain, in torture? Sigh.
Darker, wanting, never! Nigh.
Someday we will sight the furnace,
Doors closed quickly, and in earnest
If the failing purpose dwindles,
and the sunlight? seeming swindles
then in madness, darkly kindles
a hope of aging mental birth.
Are we song? or are we mortal?
Can the dirge be both and neither?
I will sing and carry onward,
no one listens to madness mortal.
Sung in part, grasped in none,
shall we drink of dirges soiled?!
Nay we shall sing in harvest,
newest crunch of freshness twisted.
Song and Dance>?! I bid thee never!
Movement? Sorrow? Needed? Maybe.
Sitting? Cantor? Ugly? Sure.
Why will they? Why will they?
The end has come in all its splendor.
Laughing now. Need know not what.
Throat, chest, all too familiar, all working toward this strange contraption.
Laughing stopped. I got better. Not a better laugher.
But my throat feels better.
When all is done, and maybe said, let it be known that I hate convention.
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| So last night driving home from a friends house after watching a movie
I realized I needed to get gas. It was one in the morning and I was a
little confused as to where I was. It might have had something to do
with the fact that all that was in my system was a 16 oz. energy drink,
two Benedryl caplets and half a box of mints. Never-the-less I pulled
over at a circle K and pulled up to the pump. It was cold that night,
and I was glad I had my black Boston sweater on. After sliding my card
into the pump and muttering about how annoying the beep was, I inhaled.
Naturally I smelled gas and the cold night air, but simultaneously my
mind was instantly back to a small convenience store in northern
Vermont where I used to wait outside with my daddy as the fuel truck
came to fill up the pumps. I was always fascinated with how that
worked, and the tests the guy would do before starting the hose into
the hole in the ground that was usually covered with a red metal cap.
That cover used to be pretty heavy - too heavy for me to pick up. I
wonder if its still too heavy. Consequently I spent a few minutes in
the car thinking about how much I miss the cold and how much I love my
dad. Before going into the convenience store to grab some cheese-its
and a soda I made a mental note to call my dad, which I'm going to do
now, but before I did I had to write this down. My senses have been
somewhat under attack lately. I can have little experiences like this
one that for some reason trigger memories all too easily now, or I can
have nights like the other one where I meet a total stranger and am
absolutely floored by them. It's funny because not only do you have the
luxury of meeting new people and sticking around the ones you like when
you move to a new place, but you can also really try hard for the
friendships that make you like yourself when you're around them. So
yeah, here's to the five senses, here's to my dad, and here's to more
days of being in the same room with a person who makes me like me. | | |
| As it so happens I cant sleep... and when that happens it turns out that I decide to do brash and quite unseemly things. Thankfully as my youth ebbs so do those urges to be irrational and spontaneous, so for now my brash decision is to post on this website for the first time in a couple decades. and by decades i mean months... see the pain medecine mixed with beer mixed with me bein tired already has its effect.... fantastic.
Ah well so today.... check that... yesterday was the first day of classes for me @ NTS it was actually quite enjoyable because im actually having things to do with my mornings and the class was very good and the professor is scottish which as superfluous as that is definately adds style points. aside from that changes in the last few months include but are not limited to :
me moving to kansas city, me talking about jesus with a higher frquency than normal, me being decidedly muted (this one has me a little confused but ill figure it out... by muted i mean a quieter disposition and definately less extroverted)
i have somehow inherited two new grandparents who are masquerading as landlords, i happen to have a new affinity for bottled water, and my car looks different... might have something to do with the new license plates.
ah well thats enough for now. as a last and most important note, the weight of my affection for those of my friends and family who for now are disembodied voices or texts to me now is such that i miss them constantly and wish everyone and all a good morning to come.
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| So my horoscope the other day that I will hear news on a topic that Ive been dwelling on lately. Is it bad that with all the changes in my life coming up (new location, new school, etc. ) all i can think about is the old city, my great friends, and the longing for a girl to share them with? Yup no surprise here, after 3 years without a meaningful romantic relationship you start to think about what youre doing wrong, or what God wants with my life and if He has someone in mind for me in the not-too-distant future. Most of my friends are either married or happily dating someone. And out of my single friends they usually have a fairly active dating life. Yeah sure I hang out with people and girls a lot, but because of a hundred different reasons I cant really start anything right now until i get out to missouri... it also doesnt help that every sunday at church some concerned elder comes up to me and asks me either if theres a special girl in my life or if ive thought about asking _____ out who either goes to our church or is related to someone who does. It makes a little sense because up here in vermont if youre here permenantly and single you obviously must be looking to settle down and get married and start puking out babies... anyways... its obnoxious and i want to leave really really really bad.
Somehow methinks that this phenomenon isnt restricted to my home church here in vermont but at least i can be a little more receptive when i can actually pursue something. Anyways i felt like ranting and why not here.
Anyways im off,
cya!
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| So my horoscope the other day that I will hear news on a topic that Ive been dwelling on lately. Is it bad that with all the changes in my life coming up (new location, new school, etc. ) all i can think about is the old city, my great friends, and the longing for a girl to share them with? Yup no surprise here, after 3 years without a meaningful romantic relationship you start to think about what youre doing wrong, or what God wants with my life and if He has someone in mind for me in the not-too-distant future. Most of my friends are either married or happily dating someone. And out of my single friends they usually have a fairly active dating life. Yeah sure I hang out with people and girls a lot, but because of a hundred different reasons I cant really start anything right now until i get out to missouri... it also doesnt help that every sunday at church some concerned elder comes up to me and asks me either if theres a special girl in my life or if ive thought about asking _____ out who either goes to our church or is related to someone who does. It makes a little sense because up here in vermont if youre here permenantly and single you obviously must be looking to settle down and get married and start puking out babies... anyways... its obnoxious and i want to leave really really really bad.
Somehow methinks that this phenomenon isnt restricted to my home church here in vermont but at least i can be a little more receptive when i can actually pursue something. Anyways i felt like ranting and why not here.
Anyways im off,
cya!
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