We’re going to war with Iran. They’re only shooting for 35-40% public support. The big kickoff will be on September 11th.

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*Shrug*

Ok, let’s recap some just three recent news stories, shall we?

Putin blasts U.S. for ‘very dangerous’ foreign policies, undermining global stability

U.S. accuses Iran over Iraqi roadside bombs

Bush is building a $592 million new embassy PALACE in Baghdad

Hm. I don’t think I even have to spell it out.
This shit makes me want to commit serious acts of vandalism.

I wonder what in the world could possibly piss off the middle east more than a giant fuck you castle with a US flag on it in the middle of Baghdad?

Probably nothing.

Prepare for eschaton.

P.S. !!! one more – Chilean Military Admits: UFOs EXIST!

fucking INSANE.

I’m sick of this concrete
I wanna feel natures feet
walk a street made of peat
So I can speak a beat so sweet
it’ll make you knees feel weak
can’t sleep

Just dream
Cause I’m holier then a light beam
So don’t fear my regime
Just join the team
and follow the word stream

Supreme, like the mother who made us
gave us lust, trust, motherfucking dust
which is what become
nothing but numb and dumb
when we ignore the war drum

That inevitable rhythm
that marks the human condition
perverse tradition
based in illogical cognition
So I’m on a mission

To change, rearrange your brain
teach you the rules of the game
to be fluid like the rain
and obtain the arcane

If you read my latest post, you will see that I’ve been thinking a lot lately about myself in relation others: mainly in terms of how to apply what I am learning about myself everyday to the lives of others. I’d also been thinking a lot about by art, because of a sculpture professor that asks for more from my art than I ever have. My idea is to express the beauty/art of sex/connecting by showing how two figures come together to make a third. I did not realize at the time that these two dilemmas would become solutions to each other’s problems.
So last year I was busted smoking weed in a dorm, and I was sent to see a counselor. I really hit it off with her, and so we meet every couple of months to catch up with each other and to discuss health in general. When I met with her, she noticed the positive state of mind I’m in and it made her think of something to tell me that no one has ever told me.
She referred me to a shrink. Her idea is to see what a pro can do for a (self-identified) “healthy guy”, since they typically work with people down on their luck or perhaps depressed. It would be a way to dedicate a time every week to self-reflection/improvement: a nice idea.
I like the idea because it reminded me to never sit and stay satisfied; I always need to push it, because without proper exercise my high state of mind will only deteriorate.
So the other night I was contemplating my art. I’m chilling out and I close my eyes to see two semi-circles of light lined up like two side by side rainbows. The answer to my art came in a juxtaposition of two imperfect semi-circles that have the potential to smoothen out and come together forming a circle. The two semi-circles both have a light side and a dark side. They are lined up so that the light side of one faces the dark side of the other to represent my frustration with communication. Like a male peacock, I spread open my feathers but most of the time I get people’s wrong side. Life is like turning around to see a light that reveals you to the completion of youself: because you know it’s always right behind you.
So now that I had a solid breakthrough in my art, I set off to a party. I should use the word gathering because there were only 5 people there, but anyway, I get into it with this girl from LA. From a few clues, I piece together that she has a boyfriend at home, and a ‘very close friend’ up at school. She was trying to explain to me that it was too complicated to explain. I said I’ll give it a shot, and I pull out my sketchbook.
I tell her that sometimes you shine your light at your partner and all you see is the dark, whereas other times your partner shines his light at you and all you show him is your dark side. I explained to her the concept of imperfection, but that there is potential in two half circles even if they are bent, half dark, and not facing eachother.
Something hit home, because the girl broke down. She started to breath heavy and tears welled up in her eyes.
I touched her with my words. She felt my words because I was talking from the heart. When you feel something strongly in your heart, the words will come if you let them, and they will have impact.
Crazy weekend, crazy developments. Don’t stop pushing yourself. Don’t think your are outside the box just yet, cause if you do think that, you clearly aren’t. Don’t be afraid to dream and express yourself. Someone may appreciate your expression more than you can imagine. Breath the air, listen to the wind, and spread the love.

Over the years I’ve come to realize something, I’m better than every other person I’ve ever met. I’m smarter than them, more attractive than them, wittier than them, and just generally better in every way. Sure there might be some lucky soul out there who’s better than me, but I seriously doubt it. I mean, I’m Anthrax Tao. It doesn’t get any sweeter than that. No offense intended to the rest of you, I’m just stating a fact. So read my shit cuz its the most interesting, definitely more interesting than the crappy shit the rest of these whiney losers keep crapping of out their fingers and onto your eyeballs. Save your brain from word-shit, read me and you’ll never go wrong; try to be like me and you’ll become a better person. These are valuable life lessons.

Anthrax out!