In The Mind Of An Anarchist

One concept to another

2008-01-02T03:17:00.000-06:00

One concept to another. As you notice people use many concepts to explain there meaning of what they are talking about or what they are explaining to another person. Also if you notice when writing like what im doing now im using concepts. For instance moon to beauty, or another is Fire for hate. It is very wide ranged in many ways to use these concepts.

My personal favorite is when i use a concept from what my girlfriend is talking about to how good looking she is. its all in a matter on how you use it. it is like i said a very wide ranged subject. A local genious and a very good friend of mine Ethan glover explained arguing with some one is in a lot of ways like a cup of hot choclate its not the full exlpanation but im not going to explain any more about that cuz that in a way is copywriting. You should know what i mean though in a lot of aspects. its just your decision to really pay attention to what im talking about. But he is using one concept to eplain another. situation to situation so to speak.

Love and hate are two oppisite concepts but they still are the same in alot of ways. For instance love is used to eplain how you feel about some one and so is hate. they are also two words explaining feelings. Like i said earlyer its a very wide subject.

concepts can be used to get in some ones mind. I personaly have done it, in alot of ways its not very hard to do. also called minupulation, oh look another concept but any way, it can be used for love, hate, explanation, story telling, and a good one i think is getting to a point. i shouldn say it but like i said very wide ranged subject. i could write every thing down to explain it but you would be sitting there for a while and dont want to do that to you.

The point im getting at is the kind of person you are will determine the way you use concepts. eather to get in some ones mind or to point some ones mind in a right direction, that choice is up to you.

well thats it for now till i get some more time you'll hear from me.

freeky stuff right here

2007-12-20T11:43:00.000-06:00

Jenny had just moved to a new town. she hated moving but what can you do when your a teen right. well she had just started school and she been going here for about a week. the first few days were ruff for her because the lack of fitting in but the fourth day she was there she met jimmy, the star of the football team and the qaurter back. every girl in school wanted to be with him. she thought he was really cute and he told her he thought she was cute. she didn't anything about him at all but she was willing to take that chance.

The next week on Monday Jimmy asked her if she was interested in going to a party with him. She wanted to go yet she knew she was going to have to lie to her parents. She didn't like doing this because she was a innocent hearted person but she really liked jimmy. That whole week went smooth for jenny, when Friday come around the day of the party she asked one of her friends to call her house that night to ask if she could come baby sit her little sister becouse she was going out of town for a job interview for a few hours. Her parents agreed on it.

When the hour came around for her to go to the party she had her parents drop her off at the same friends house. Before she got out her parents had her promise that she wouldn't party or have any guys over with her baby sitting. She promised them got out and started walking to the door. she went in for 10 min waiting to make sure they wont come back around to catch her and they never did. So her and her friend called jimmy and had him come pick them up.

The party was going swell every one was having fun. jenny was walking around with jemmy for a while just talking to new people, laughing and caring on. Jimmy started to show his true self. He kept pressuring jenny to drink and to smoke weed but she kept saying no. Jimmy got pissed off and started to yell at her. She flipped out and told him to take her home and went out and got in his car. Jimmy got in pissed off and started to drive her home.

Jimmy stopped on the side of the road and started saying she should have sex with him. she said no, he insisted, still no. Jimmy was so pissed over this he just put the car in gear and floored it. she told him to slow down but be'an drunk and stupid he kept going faster and faster to about 80-100 miles an hour. Jenny told him to slow down there was a four way coming up on a red light. he just kept going in peer anger jenny noticed head lights coming from the right. she told him but nothing, he kept going.

Jenny wakes up in the hospital and tries to open her eyes and looks around the room. she had critical body wounds but no head wounds. The nurse asked how she was doing and the only thing she could say was if every one else was all right. Nurse said that jimmy died instantly.
and then asked if the other people in the car were all right. she said there was a driver and a passenger.they died on contact also. then the nurse said that she was bleeding to bad inside to save her and she doesn't have much longer to live. jenny started to cry and asked the nurse if she would do her one favor. the nurse agreed. jenny said tell my parents that i"m sorry that i lied to them and that she loved them very much. The nurse just put her head down and started to cry. Jenny died. The doctor right out side the room hurd the last portion of the conversation. he asked the nurse why she didn't say she would do her favor. The nurse said that the people that died in the other car were her parents.

tell me if this isnt crazy

2007-12-20T08:10:00.000-06:00

For all the riflemen in this country that have been bird hunting for many years or know some one that bird hunts every year, how many times has a shotgun misfired on them, or in better terms not fire when they pulled the trigger. once or twice in all the years they have been shooting shotguns or maby a little more. i am a bird hunter myself and a trap shooter and i have never in my entire life have had one misfire on me or seen someone have one misfire on them. It never really happens, its a rare moment in most cases. well in my own opinion it rarely happens.

It all started around the end of 2006. i was in most eyes a crazy fun loving person that got along with every body. I never sturred up bullshit or brought about drama, even when it was brought about to me i just brushed it away. My whole family is in love with me they wouldn't know what to do without me, well a lot of people wont but you get my drift. I never really got good grades but i have never failed a grade till this year ( my senior year) i will have to go back next year because i got to far behind but i wont give up, thats my motivation.

around august or september my best friend jeremy dropped me as a friend, He was my best friend since like the 8th grade and we all ways hung out smoked pot and partied on the weekends like most teens do these days, only because he found a group of friends that had better bud than i could get and all ways had it. they never failed to be high as hell every day. The one friend out of them named ben was my main target. this kid never failed to piss me off every time i talked to him. he was less of my worries though.

I moved on i surched my self and fixed my self but in reality i never did fix my self. i just moved on to hanging out with another person. Cody would be his name and me and him hit it off like 50 year old friends. Like most my friends he also smoked pot but had more pride towards friends then most kids i new so i gave him my respect and got it back. every day after school i went over to his house about a mile from the school sat on the couch and rolled fatty after fatty. sooner or later his baby brother moved up here never new he even had a brother but there he was just popped up on a rondom day. His name was Devin, he turned out pretty cool. he tought me how to play magic the gathering( bad ass card game with peer strategy). day after day thats all we did play that addictive game and smoked that sweet gonga.

Grades started to drop, started having sex with any girl i thought was easy but still kept my standards. Gave up on wrestling,witch was a big mistake cuz i was good at it. Days just flew buy and was to stoned to catch on. My dad gave up on me but never stopped bitching and drinking so started not going home till i was ready to. I just used him for his ciggs and sometimes a couple of bucks, like every teen. I was failing in life and failing my self as a person. a lot of friends stop talking to me cuz i kept coming to school high. lost my since of humor to any body and became a little asswhole just waiting to get out of school to smoke my next joint.

I give up on things really easy and that sucked for me cuz my whole life was just bein shit out and flushed with no care. I started to hate my self and every body i was around. bacame a really big rebel over every thing. bacame an anarchist witch i dont think ill ever give up cuz for real fuck the government, i be better off living in the forests and hunting and living off the land, plus life would be more interesting if it was that way any way. I just gave up caring for any thing i didnt see the point.

My dad started to catch on what i was doing cuz my excuse was that i was staying after school till 6 every day and told him to pick me up at seven so i would walk back to the school so he wouldnt know but he found out. He started making me stay home and riding the bus home every day.( Ok you got to under stand one thing when i was a 11 my mom left my dad for a woman and moved to louisiana with my two little brothers and my older brother was living with his girlfriend when he turned 15 so i was all buy my self with only a dog to talk to and somtimes talk to my mom when i could borrow some ones phone to call her and i cant stand change at all i figured that out when i tried to move down there when i was 13 but i went from a completly white school with 500 white kids and like 4 black kids to a school in louisiana with over 800 kids and out of all them only thirty white kids. it was crazy. im not racist or any thing i just couldnt take all the white kids acting black down there. i just felt singled out and i wasn't happy so i moved back. but this all hit me like rocks so i have been nothing but depressed most my teen years) He tortured me with his drinking, verbal and physical abuse. i was not human at this time i felt more like i was in prison. low amounts of food. no social unless i was at school so i started to give up.

One night i just gave up every thing nothing mattered to me but my brothers and my mom but after what i went through i couldn't be happy no matter what. I stole my dads 5th of Jim Beam my older brother bought him even though there was only like 5 shots left out of it from the night before that my dad drank to his domb and my dad was passed out coled so it was no problem, just the urge to cut his throat in his sleep was irrisistable but i passed that up. i downed the bottle and i wasn't satisfied so i stumbled to the fridg and stole like 5 beers or somithing like that and drank those.( For the size i was 5'1" and like 100 lbs it was all most a over dose for me plus im a light weight any way so you do the math). i started to cry to myself wondering what i should do and the thought of suicide hit me like a ton of bricks. the first thought i had in my entire life. the only reason i think i thought of it then was because i seen a show about it the night before. My dad had bought me a 12 gage pump 870 youth model. bad ass little shotgun i thought. it had all ready had a 3" buck shot in it so i pumped it and sat it in front of me. i took the safety off and sat there thinking of every bad thought i had thought about for a long period of time and i sat there for like 5 minutes just pondering. i put the barrel under my chin and said my last good buys to my family in a silent way of my choosing. i reached down not knowing the trigger was to far to reach if i wanted to shoot my self in the head from underneath my chin. i reach over to my bow that was sitting about 5 feet from me next to my bed. i grabbed an arrow and stuck it on the trigger. it wasn't a very hairy trigger but it also didnt take to much pressure to pull the trigger eather so i knew it would work. i said my good buys again.

Now you have to under stand right before i put any pressure on the trigger my mind went through every little memory i had, it just sank me deeper cuz thats all my life was. not one happy thought went through my head at all. i felt a sharp pain in my heart and through out my whole body like it knew what was coming. i looked down at the barrel and closed my eyes. i pushed the arrow down....... click.

why be a rebel in this world.

2007-12-11T23:46:00.000-06:00

what the fuck are you people doing. quit bein rebels in a world that is nothing but needy of success. well if you just feel you should be a rebel you should get the fuck off this sight cuz your a dumbass. i been there done that and all it led me was having to go an extra year in school when i could graduate and having to find a new place to live every couple of months. having dicipline and rules is healthy to your mind. bien free in a way ruins your life. they say you live in a country of freedom. you cant be free till you make more than the president, or oprah. dont think living in the low class of society your going to be free or even happy. it truely sucks trust me.

open your eyes what you do today and the on coming days will allways reflect your future. for instance your a rebel in school from Jr. high to your senior year you have had nothing but Ds and Fs on your report card. its allmost the end of the year and the teachers and counslers tell you you need to kick up the pace big time. well you bein a rebel you are you say fuck that and say who needs school. the end of school comes along and you get to watch all your class peers graduate and move on and go on to colledge some join the military and others go to the union. guess where you are fucked and no may to get a job and just now you find out not having your daploma you have a 10% chance out of the 80% of jobs of getting one.

what causes a person to be a rebel in the first place. if yiou really thing about it the main source are the parents\parent.If a parent cant teach a kid to survive in this world with respect, opinionation, responsibility, care or even love, your going to fuck the kids life and he dont even know who to blame for the reason of this but himself. and that leads to suicide......To be continued

2007-12-11T18:47:00.000-06:00

I am a person that tends to analize people. i watch people in there actions emotions and personality i put them all to together and i realize things they do that they dont even realize. i never tell anyone though cuz i feel as if it would brake there own mind. Like if i told some one the things i see and they would end up watching themselves at every thing and it would drive them mad. but for the people reading this you should try it. just watch how you do things and how it effects people around you. just your presence changes every thing. watch the peoples expressions and reactions to things and you figure them out. its pretty simple. but for me i take these things and go in depth with them and i put the puzzles together and figure out people. when i talk to groups of people at a new school i can aoutomatically know witch group i would fit in with the first day. Like my friend who made this site for me.( Ethan Glover would be his name and he brought to me writing). He got me writing on this blog to you people.But any ways he is like me in that way yet he has multipersonality,so he can learn them and cope with any body. its a good trate, i would label it as bein a genious but this site is all about your opinion so you choose. i fugure that having this kind of a trait sucks really bad though. It ruins movies cuz you can watch half of it and tell the rest before you even watch it. even pick parts and tell what is about to happen so movies are boring. people lie to you and you know they are lying.the biggest thing is picking what some one said like a month ago and hearing them contradict themselves so you know who are fakes. but a good thing is i never get introuble cuz i allways think of solutions before i make a decision. i know how people run and how there minds run and i can run off theres.and this all makes a good ora about me, so in all its a good thing for me.but it is cool to have this and a bipolar disorder cuz i tend to throw alot of things in peoples faces and make them feel like complete shit cuz now they know how big of a dumbass they are. its cool becouse now people wont fuck with you

in th mind of a bipolar teenage male

2007-12-04T20:54:00.000-06:00

Having this sort of mind ruins alot of your life. You hurt people unnatentanaly. When it comes out it flows like a river. A river of pain. You cant stop yourself. When your mad at some one you feel they should just die so you dont have to deal with there stupid shit any more. Never to be around again. But when your cooled off of the problem you just regret it. It eats you alive inside. It feels like when your heart is just shatterd.You start to feel as if your worthless and every thing is just plain shity. Then you start to wonder in your mind and bring up any thing what so ever and then it sets your mood. Tt can be any thing. If you get stressed the first thing in mind is suicide. You feel as life is just running itself and you cant keep up. You fall behind, your ten people in one mind in one single day. You never feel one thing there is millions of feelings and its unexplainable. This confuses you so bad that life is running in circles. There is nothing but pain and more pain. You become very unsure of your self in the regular world and when your around people you feel as if your getting judged buy every body. This makesyou very nervouse inside yet you just set it behind you. one day you know its going to bite you in the ass but you dont care.you just go one with no care knowing your nothing in this world. You hate every thing one day and love every thing the next. Its so hard to stay in a relationship cuz you get things mixed up to much and tend to fuck things up. You find that the only way to get out of this is to challenge yourself. Your mind is so confused cuz it dont like change even when you want it you cant deal with it.Now your back to square one.

fat cops who need to pass a physical test.

2007-12-04T18:21:00.000-06:00

this will never happen. period. its a proven fact that if a cop is fat how the hell is he going to pass even running the half mile. this will never happen.

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2007-11-23T19:37:00.000-06:00

This site will take some time to create but I promise it'll be good. The author is not one who gets on the computer often or sees a computer often. But I want him to write for a reason. So just have patience. I will tell everyone when this site gets started on my site ethanglover.blogspot.com. In the mean time, just keep checking out that site every week on Wednesday or later. Thank you for your patience and cooperation.