High Ramblings about Your Fav

Your Fav is problematic.

Alright, so I just saw this post on facebook. Actually, I saw it way earlier today, but I went back on facebook and was reminded of the post. So like the post about batman. It featured certain things from the various batman comics. It was called WTF Moments in Batman or something like that. Well, lemme tell u they were really WTF for someone unfamiliar with comics, or really DC. Eh, both. So like the different themes that came up were cruel dark “jokes” or actions, and sexual shit. So like in one batman kills someone, well starves them to death technically, and like, I could see batman doing that. But what really freaked me out was that batman got batgirl, who I think is Gordon’s daughter, pregnant and like breaks it to her boyfriend that batgirl is knocked up with the caped crusaders baby. Like what? I guess I could match that with the billionaire Bruce Wayne, but still, it feels like a stretch with my perspective or view of the superhero. Another thing, which seems a little more like the dark fucked up superhero if we ever thought of him in the sexual way, but not something we’d think would be canon. Like how Batman set these bad guys on fire then beat the shit out of them, before and after the fire, and then on the same like surface area, in full sight of the men burning to death, batman fucks the canary. I just, I just, was slightly turned on and appalled at the same time.

Superheroes have always been something, pure in my mind. Like, they remind me of the innocence of childhood. You know, when shit was simple. Like when there were very clear lines between good guys and bad guys, even if the villains had a semi-realistic background, but like they were still larger than life. (Sorry I’m saying like a lot I, like, get in these moods where I either say certain words a lot or I, like, talk in accents, and since I can’t talk in an accent on Tumblr cause I’m writing (or really like I don’t want to think about writing out an accent)) Anyways, where was I? Oh, yeah villains are still larger than life. But at the same time, so are the heroes. And yes they have their human aspects but they are strong in ways that we wish we could be, resilient, and they have super powers. They are just, damn near perfect in our minds but realistic enough so that we can relate. And that is why I love superheroes. And that is why I am slightly offended by these snippets in the comics. And I guess the reason for that is that like I am not super familiar with each superhero even if they are my favorite. I just, I don’t read comics. Or even look up specific shit on the internet about them. So like my opinion and my feelings about this don’t really mean much. So like, take this as you will.

-High Ramblings of a Stoner

The Snow’s Mourning Dirge

When it falls, it falls in silence,

When it lands, it lands in quiet,

Hush, let it fall, let it sing the mourning dirge of fall,

Hush, let it sink, let the silence reverberate,

Quiet now, the silence sings a solemn lament,

Quiet now, the season changes, the frost sinks it’s greedy tendrils in the soil,

Slumber, the world says,

Slumber, the trees echo,

Sleep till spring, when the world begins anew,

Sleep till spring, or sleep forever more.

High Ramblings about Desires

Source: Urban Dictionary: Pilot Jones

 

I want a house in the mountains. Honestly, I don’t care if it is in the Rockies or the Appalachians, or even if it is out of this country. I just want to wake up, overcast sky, occasional rain showers, poor a cup of coffee spiked with Kho Loui or rum, smoke a blunt or joint or two. Sit at my desk, laptop out, mountains and trees gazing at me through the window directly behind the desk, cigarette hanging from my mouth, and start writing. I want to be a writer, I want my career to be as an author. I want to be paid to sit at my desk in the mountains all day and just enter another world. Don’t get me wrong, there is so much on this planet I want to experience, I want to see everywhere, I thirst for adventure and journeys. But I also have my head in the clouds. I want to see all these places so I can use them in stories. I want to feel all these emotions so I can transmit them to paper in my house in the mountains.

 

-High Ramblings of a Stoner

High Ramblings about Memories

Sometimes when I’m listening to music and smoking by myself, I start going back in time. I think about events that shaped certain perspectives I now have. Whether it be of people, of certain topics, of events, pretty much anything. I have a shitty memory, I only remember things that had an impact on me in some way.

During this smoke session, I started thinking about my poems. I guess that is also due to the fact that I have to write a poem for my Creative Writing class. I thought about the topics for my poems when I was a teenager. Or rather, the themes. A lot of them, the most recent ones (Which is like three or four years ago, or maybe even five) had something to do with my mom. At this time my mom and dad had gotten a divorce. And my mom was, lost. My dad was too, but he wasn’t as hung up. At least he didn’t show it anyways. But my mom, she just fell out of the “perfect” mom routine. Everything she did for us and the way she treated us, it sort of changed. Well anyways, at that time my poems were about her predicament. I actually posted a few of them: Armageddon of the Heart and Puppet Master. These are some of my favorite poems, and they were about my mom.

These themes, this topic, it got me thinking of a certain event that cemented her image in my mind at the time. I was laying on the couch, watching anime. For some reason, I think I liked sleeping on the couch. Anyways, I hadn’t seen my mom since the morning. Well actually maybe I saw her after she got off work. Well, anyways she had gone on a date or something. She was talking to this guy. My mom comes home, I am passed out on the couch, and she lays across me when I wake up to greet her. Then she begins to sob into my chest. I stroked her hair and comforted her, and tried to coax out of her what was wrong. She didn’t tell me straight up, she was very vague about the whole thing, but the gist of it was that some guy had just used her for sex, or that was something that the guy only wanted.

At this moment I felt odd. I couldn’t help but think, wasn’t this the kind of thing i should go crying to her about? But I had never been that type of person. At the time, I was still a virgin, and guys didn’t really interest me, and neither did girls, or anyone really.

But here was my mom, crying to me, about a topic I had no familiarity with. I don’t know why I am thinking of this memory, or what it means. I can’t put in words the image I have of my mother now, it’s something beyond words. It’s the kind of thing words can’t describe, my impression of her. But I love her. I don’t care what happened in the past when she was just shy of a perfect mother. It doesn’t matter. Just as my dad’s faults and shortcomings don’t bother me. I love them both. Everyone in my family gets that pass. I don’t know why family is so important to me, but it is.

-High Ramblings of a Stoner

High Ramblings about Dreams

Honestly, my dreams aren’t very practical. What I want to do doesn’t realistically relate to what I can do. But I’m young. So I have time to pursue my dreams. I don’t have to worry about settling just yet. I have time. But one day I’ll probably have to settle. And hopefully, I can do it. I just don’t want to be caught in that rat race. I want to make my dreams come true. I want to be that one in a million who succeeds because I try my hardest. I want to be a success story, to show other people that u can succeed no matter what life throws at you. I want to be…but I know realistically, I won’t make it. I’ll fail, over and over again. I just hope I settle in time not to waste my life. And if I don’t, or if I get trapped in that god awful 9-5 routine, I think I’ll say hello to death and accompany him to the next realm.

 

-High Ramblings of a Stoner

High Ramblings about Family

I don’t know. It’s weird when there are three kids. Well, I guess, not weird. But I bet someone can relate to this. Like when u have siblings, you get salty about little shit. Like passwords. So my parents use our names as passwords, as I’m sure some of u can relate to. So like my parents have two passwords and like for some reason they always use something related to my bro or my sis. I don’t have a password using anything related to me. So yeah, I know its petty silly and ridiculous, but I’m not afraid to say that I am salty about that shit.

-High Ramblings of a Stoner

High Ramblings about Fears

I never really knew what I was afraid of. I never had that one fear that truly terrifies me. That would paralyze me. I’m fine with heights, spiders aren’t that big of a deal, and I actually like snakes. I’m not afraid of natural disasters, for the most part, or any more afraid than your average person, and I’m not really even afraid of death. Not saying there is no fear there, it’s just, I don’t live my life with that cloud hanging over me, tainting my perspective in shades of gray.

However, there is one thing that I admit absolutely terrifies me. This one thing gives me nightmares. Me, who watches horror movies nearly every day and reads horror stories and urban legends on the web. Me, who plays horror stories on youtube. Me who rarely if ever has nightmares.

And that thing is dinosaurs. Or rather more specifically meat eating dinosaurs. I don’t know what it is about them, maybe the fact that they are an unholy cross between chickens and snakes. Maybe cause they were probably the inspiration behind the myth of the basilisk and dragons. I don’t know but I have nightmares about them. In them, some others and I are sprinting away, trying to escape, when the snake chickens corner us or pick us off one by one. Till its only me left. And I feel them. I feel them as they sink their teeth into my flesh. I don’t know how that particular amount of pain would feel, but I feel a sort of shadow of it.

Well, that’s my greatest fear. I don’t know why but it is. Ind i guess that’s sort of a good thing since dinosaurs don’t exist anymore. So I suppose I dodged a bullet there. I don’t have to conquer my fears cause my fears have been vanquished.

-High ramblings of a stoner