jarring jarring

Mrs. Cristie Lee, apartment three
as quite the strangest habit.
instead of canning strawberries,
she uses skinks and rabbits.
All manner of small animal
are pushed right into jars,
preserving all the animals,
so they stay how they are.
green and brown corked bottles
line up and down the shelves,
the rows and rows of prisinors
all curled up in themselves.
but there in lies the motive
of the strange mrs. Cristie Lee.
Se only wants to save them from
their own mortality.

the beauty of ubsurdism

Ubsurdism simply states that existence at its cores simply random. And that if everything is relative, each event in history is infinity important, while also being infinitely inconsequential. And furthermore, because everything ever is purely arbitrary at its core, anything that happens as a result would also be in essence, random. But to truly understand what the philosophy means, we must look to the origin of each thing we examine and ask ourselves why it is like this. But things can not be purely absurd, so it must be the will of some all-powerful creator, right? well, there's also the possibility that there are infinite planes of existence, each slightly different than any other, so that would explain the seemingly arbitrary nature of life.

the mystic secret people

Deep underneath the suburbs,
beneath the American dream,
a catacomb of secrets,
and not quite what it seems.
And late each dark and stale blue night,
each adult in the town,
they find a secret staircase,
and descend slowly down.
Down under the pavement and
then far beneath the lawns,
each man then travels down until
the hour is almost dawn.
they reach their cryptic meeting place,
and sit around a table.
they look without quite seeing,
and might not even be able.
they then discus each single event
that will occur that day,
then leave up to their little towns,
returning without delay.

terror

You've been marooned inside a place
with long, and gaunt glass walls.
An eerie silence fills the air
excepting soft footfalls.
You dare to peer up towards the top,
and find it quite concealed,
with very strange and daunting plants
that mother nature yields.
But then is heard a ruckus
from the apex of this prison,
and from a gloomy patch of leaves,
a monster has now risen.
The taper of its slender back
gives way to horrid head,
with eyes of a primeval flame
reflecting fear and dread.
The beast slowly approaches you,
and leaping from the thicket,
they end the short and tepid life
of one lizard feeding cricket.

Dreams

I wonder if it matters
what pictures come to mind
our eyelids close, our muscles slow,
and we are rendered blind.
strange colors, hazy imagery,
are dancing through our brain.
We often at times wonder if
we're  really just insane.
And some things might be frightening,
while others quite sublime,
but we awake, and just the same,
we've quite lost track of time.
The dreams in which we hide and scream
might mean a stressful life,
or else, just random imagery
with simulated strife.
Dreams might not even follow
an order in succession.
Instead, they are but images,
in every sleeping session.
Oh such a grandeur mystery,
oh, quite the strangest thing!
But oh, Im out of energy.
I'm off to bed.
Sweet dreams!

200000 Leagues concluded

I would like to say that this book has been a lot of fun to read, and that it has a lot of very powerful ideas and imagery.In my previous statement about the book, I stated that the companion characters were a bit flat, and might have fallen into predictable character archetypes at times, but I now see that the tome does develop them to some degree, and that they have become much more definitive people in my mind. Not to say that they don't still have sort of "short cut" characters, but it's really not as distracting now as it used to be. Or it could be that I'm just used to it now. But what really pulls through with the book is agin the story, concepts and visuals. In each scene where the characters are observing wildlife or something of the like, Mr. Verne goes into detail about each individual specimen, a treat mainly reserved for those, who have some knowledge abut sea life and such, but a treat none the less. The scientific concepts described are no less than groundbreaking, especially for the time, when submarines were still relatively new. The section of the book concerning the "savages" could be interpreted as racially insensitive, but at the time the book was written, it sure wasn't, and they aren't really integral to the story anyway.
Again, the book takes awhile to get through, and there's a lot to get through, so I would recommend it to anyone who has the time and patience.

Life as we know it

When you combine the natural splendor of nature with the unavoidable pandering commercial advertising that plagues us all, you might get something close to our modern, average life. For despite it seems, popular culture 's best efforts, there instills a certain untouchable seed of interest hidden some deeper than others in, it seems all of us. Not to replace our precious consumerism, just enough to mix onto a sort of awkward hodgepodge, reflecting not only  our perception, but the reality around us. We do indulge in our numerous modern pleasures, but not quite enough to opaque our microscopic lens, so to speak. And in ythe future, who knows how much more our pursuit of knowledge and purpose will converge with our entertainment. This is why, in essence,I remain ambiguous about the past, pessimistic concerning the present, and optimistic for the distant future.