Colors of infinity UPDATEUpdate: Another awesome TV program is Fractals The Hidden DimensionMore Like This
The old stuff: This evening (27 of May) my Windows XP crashed) That means no more fractals from me until either I fixed the problem or have a new computer built. Lucky I have my mini lap, with Ubuntu, so I have fully access to the net Waiting for more fractals from me, I put a link to an old legendary TV program from the nineties,
(click ->) Arthur C Clarke - Fractals - Colors of Infinity (<- click)
In the above TV program (53 minutes), containing many cool fractal animations, Some scientists as Michael Barnsley, and of cause Benoit Mandelbrot himself, explain fractals in a very nice way. I really recommend everyone, and especially
We own youWe own youMore Like This
you don't have to feel lonely, sunshine
you never are
we are always listening
we are always watching
you turn off your gps
it doesn't matter
it is working anyway
telling where you are
doesn't matter where you are
we can always listen to you
always watching you
we know what you are doing
we teach you what to think
what to feel
what to say
what to do
your little toy
your phony little phoney
it is ours
to be used as we want
to listen to
to take snapshots
when you don't know
never use it in the bathroom
and your computer
it is ours too
it has a very special hardware
we are at least ten years ahead in time technically
there are no limits for storing anymore
and when you are watching your tv
who is watching who?
we know how to do this
you have given us a lot of training
and we have been doing this
much longer than you could ever dream
What Happened?"What happened?"More Like This
The realization of every horrid, traumatic memory coming crashing down on my easily molded mind
"Look at me when I talk to you, dammit!"
My mistake, dad. Does it bother you that I'm trying to shut out your screaming by imagining how I will craft these events into my writing?
"Jesus Christ, you don't listen to me. No one listens to me in this house! In MY house!"
Why would we want to? We already understand your story. Tragic as it seems, overcome it all. You only cause us misery otherwise.
"Don't give him pills! It fucks him up and makes him depressed!"
No, that's just you.
"Your half brother would do crystal and couldn't stop going to rehab. Why? Because he wouldn't listen to anything I would tell him."
No. It was because his father split before he was born. You sure didn't show him any love. Why don't you talk about that for a second?
"Don't be such a fuck up. What happened? Why do you have to be different, Matthew
This needs to be said.Someone sent me an Ask on tumblr asking me whether or not I was an out poet.More Like This
Yes...like coming out of the closet.
This anonymous person ( and if you happen to be reading this, I in no way mean to offend you ) seems to believe that telling people they write poetry or write in general, they will be judged accordingly and labeled a loser. Since when did loving words become something to be ashamed of? I love words. I love writing words. I love mixing and matching words. Does this make me a loser?
If someone has the nerve to even try to judge you for liking poetry/writing, punch them in the nose. Maybe then they will get something better knocked into them. The greatest writers never cared what anyone else thought of them. They wrote because they liked it. Why shouldn't you?
( Side note: Lyric's writes make a lot of money. /just saying. )
Are you ashamed of telling people you are a writer?
Why, or why not?
Have you encountered anyone who is?
What do you say
What's the Best Feeling?There are a lot of feelings that are good, pleasureful, self-gratifying.More Like This
But in my humble opinion, it feels best to stop a friend from committing suicide.
I'm not going to say his name; because my brother knows him, and other watchers of mine might give him a hard time at school. But i'm glad you were strong
I know your brother knows what i'm talking about, and he's a watcher of mine. (Show this to your bro; and care for him now more than ever. Because he's still here.)
I'll see you at school tomorrow man, and I'll show you how to enjoy life again.
Gospel Stars ch8 A day off, what a rare thing. In all twelve years of having been raised here he had never had a day off. But now that he had one Atrii wouldn't waste anytime planing his escape, Jack would probably be willing to help and Brice probably didn't care if he was here or not. No matter what Atrii was determined to see his real family at least once.More Like This
Darkness, a place where light was not permitted, that was what Tex felt his life was. His life was the place where people where afraid to go, for even in that darkness sound was audible. And in that sound his own voice reminded him of his failures, and Saul's commanding voice was there too as well as his best friend Tim. Tim the guy that had shown Tex to the love and light that rested in everyone, but Tim was gone and with his encouragement so was Tex's light. Not even his girl could bring back the light, but every so often another observer would come and show Tex that light still existed.
And for this very