"tell some lies about yourself"

a 300 word autobiography


Being raised outside of a large city is nearly unbearable. There is the constant fear, for starters. I was mugged for the first time when I was 4 years old, 2 years after the first time I mugged someone. That’s the way it is in American cities, and I was headed down a treacherous path. Fortunately for me, I got out of that darkness just before it was too late.
When I was six, I started boxing. My pet fish actually is the one who inspired me to do something with my life, right after I got out of prison. The fish said to me, “Get your life together or I’ll hit you.” That’s when I noticed he was watching his old tapes; he had been an international boxing champion. I still, to this day, use his tattered old gloves.
He trained me to be a top caliber fighter. We became inseparable. He always was there to give me his patented brand of constructive criticism. I’ll never forget my first boxing match. He was ringside, swimming around in his little fish bowl, and I was taking a beating. I was being brutalized. It was the kind of savage attack you would think only animals are capable of performing. That was when my mentor shouted from the sidelines, “stop being such a namby-pamby; take a swing!” With that, I lifted my fist and clocked him in the chin. I won.
After that day I toured internationally, giving world famous athletes a beating night after night. I soon grew weary of the lifestyle: the constant traveling, the never ending fights, and the poor food. Plus, by this time I was the appropriate age to attend high school. That’s when I hung up my gloves to pursue education, a road I’m still traveling.

depravity

Oh God, what have we done?
-A Plea for Purging, Malevolence

Is man evil?

"If God, right now, were to throw open the gate of Hell and say, 'Everyone who wants out of hell, the only thing you have to do is bow your knee to me and recognize my Lordship' they'll slam the door and stay in Hell... You don't realize that men are really evil. They really are evil." -Paul Washer, famous theologian.

i find it hard to believe that many people have directly rejected God. it just doesn't make sense to me.

i was recently in someone's house, and there was on the walls what a lot of people i know would find to be offensive. a portrait of Jesus, defaced, made to resemble a zombie. an inverted cross, with Jesus hanging upside down. someone else might see these things and think that this is an example of how evil people are, but i didn't feel that way. at all. (although, i was a little uncomfortable at first).

but were the people living in that home rejecting God?

Who hasn't been hurt by a Christian?

Rejected someone who claims to be of God makes perfect sense.
"He says he's a man of God; actions speak louder than words." -Cal Rebels.

I was talking to someone who frequents that place, and i told him about how my friend is severely sick. he looked at me, and with all sincerity said, "Holy sh*t." he cared about a person's suffering, even if he didn't bat an eye at the sacrilegious symbols on the wall.

what does it mean to say that man is evil?

photography projects

i had an assignment when i was in my photography class to take photos related to a theme of my choice; i believe i chose to do it on rubik's cubes. I took pictures involving my rubik's cube, and my teacher thought it was genius.

one of the ideas i thought about doing was to chronicle how someone had let me down. i thought of plenty of things i could capture. sometimes, people fail. sometimes, they come through. and sometimes, it's too late. and somehow, that seems nice.

malice

I can't sleep

and i'm hungry.

this is something i don't want to have to do. i think it's the best decision that we can make. i even think it is the best that i do it, instead of one of you guys, but come on. it's going to suck. and my solution (if you could call it that) would have been to passively wait until what we all expect to happen to just happen.


what should i tell him. i'm thinking that i might make it about how we want the best for him, but i'll admit now that was not the main focus of the conversation. i could tell him how we need what we do. i don't want anyone to be upset, especially considering how we want this to peter out. we'll just see, what we see.

Who Am I

It'a nightmare, but it's paradise
it's a terror, but it will entice
it's a treacherous sea
it's an ocean breeze
and i hate what it has made me

Who AM I?

This nightmare, you drug me into
but i came running without a moment to lose
it's a treacherous sea
it's an ocean breeze
and i hate what it has made me

Who AM I?

The Secret

Where are you; where did you go?

i know that things change/ but i hoped that this could be the same/ were you ever who i knew for so long?/ how can that be, now that you're gone?

Where are you? Where did you go?