The Prince of Party Justin Poole

Am I the hero you need?

There is a world out there filled with wonderous beauty and unexplainable marvels but often these things as well as the simple joys in life are buried deep beneath a massive mountain of hatred, negativity, destruction, greed, anger, and commercialization.

Often the true wonders of the world are hidden from our sight.

And so it is that sometimes I just don’t feel like being creative.  I don’t feel like singing.  I don’t feel like painting.  I don’t feel like writing.  I don’t even feel like living.

I would rather drip with bitterness, shut myself off from the world and wallow in a pool of cancerous venom.  Stewing in my exasperation and outrageous indignation.  My insides twisting and turning in turmoil as my love for the world is distorted and threatened by my hatred of mankind.  

I curse pollution and I condemn consumerism.  

I despise racism and I detest bigotry. 

I am filled with such loathing.  I am overrun with contempt.  

So very often I feel as if I am on the losing side of a battle for the soul of mankind. For the preservation of planet earth.  I feel as if I am being betrayed by the human race.  I feel as if I am not even one of you.  Like I have been sent to this planet and forced to live amongst beasts of inferior intellect as punishment handed down to me for some long forgotten crime.

Or perhaps these feelings which dominate my being are meant to prepare me for something grand.  

For some sort of revolution.

If the majority of the world is made up of followers of Christ.

If I would be leading the resistance against the current status quo

Well then I guess you can just call me the Anti-Christ.

Dear Ann Coulter

Kill yourself you worthless moron.

He is risen

God isn’t real

Jesus was a shady bitch.

Christianity is a hoax.

Fuck your religion 

If evolution is real then why are there still monkeys?

Nature is my religion. The earth is my church.

I do believe in a god, but not a god that you can give a name to. 
I do not adhere to one particular religion but I would call myself spiritual. 
When I pray I do not pray to God, Jesus, Allah or Krishna. 
I pray to the world around me. 
I feel most at peace when surrounded by the beauty of the earth. Some of my most lucid moments have come surrounded by trees that reach so high you’d think you could make it to heaven one branch at a time. 
I’ve felt most at peace with myself while laying in a field staring up at an endless display of magnificent stars. 
Sitting barefoot in the sand staring out into the pacific ocean made me feel as if my place on earth was of great insignificance but at the same time I felt part of something grander than Id ever imagined before. 
One needs nothing in life that can not be provided by this beautiful planet we call home. 
The earth gave us life and the earth deserves our devotion. 
I pray to the stars that you will all soon realize this before it is too late. 
We do not own her, we owe her.

Jesus, I love you.

You are everything 

All that I could ever need

Jesus

You are alright

with me.

We have to kill God

For the sake of progress.

Dear God

I want nothing more than to truly believe 

Why must you make this so hard for me

Dear God

I want to feel the good in you

I want to feel the truth of you

Dear God

Why won’t you ever speak to me?

Do you believe in me?

Am I real to you?

A stream of nonsense.

I am going to just type and type and see what happens.  Type and type with little to no thought into what I am writing and absolutely no editing, I wish you could see how fast I am typing this because I am actually a very fast typist.  Right before I started typing this I broke the left click button thingy on my laptop and had to fish the button out with a pair of tweezers in order to fix it.  Prior to that I was eating a sandwich from Subway.  Turkey with everything on it.  Heathur hates it when I ask for everything because she once worked at Subway and it is apparently a real hassle to try and put together a sandwich with everything on it.  In the middle of that last sentence the charger jack fell out of my laptop.  It always falls out.  It really annoys me.  Also my disc drive is broken and I am missing all my arrow keys and the right shit key and the enter key because Olivia pulled them off.  Do you use both shift keys?  I only use the left shift Key.  I’m not sure why that it is I suppose my typing just evolved that way for some reason.  I am pausing a bit here because I’m not sure where this is going.  I am listening to Brand New while I type this.  I never listen to music with vocals while writing anything because the melodies always sneak their way into my writing.  I am listening to the album Deja Entendu which is most peoples favorite Brand New album.  My favorite Brand New album is Daisy which is most peoples least favorite. The Devil and God are Raging Inside of Me is my second favorite and then Deja Entendu is third.  Some days I think Brand New is my favorite band.  Other days it is Bad Religion still other days it would be Alkaline Trio.  I probably just love music too god damn much to really ever have one constant favorite.  I haven’t been listening to Bright Eyes lately, for awhile they were my favorite band.  I was really disappointed with the last Bright Eyes album.  It sounded a bit like Conor is running out of material but I suppose I can’t really blame him, the guy has been writing songs since he was but a wee boy.  

I am on something like four hours of sleep in the last three days.  I have to work 11pm till 7 am tonight.  I should probably go to sleep.  I am going to do this once this reaches some sort of conclusion, but really where does something end that never knew where it was going in the first place?  If I had nothing at the beginning what could I possibly make of it in the end?  Is this all a waste of time? Is anyone even reading this?  Reply to this post and tell me you read it.  If you read it.  I really hope you read it.  I really hope you read everything I write.  I share tiny hidden little pieces of who I really am in every single thing I write.  I don’t think any of you actually know which pieces are real. I don’t know if any of you are real.  I’m sure most of you don’t think I am real.  But reality is subjective and it could soon be proven that we are nothing more than a computer simulation thought up by some wickedly devious being far beyond our level of comprehension but that would mean this force is actually the one in control of the things I am currently typing and if that is true than why would he or she or it or them be talking about themselves in such obtuse terms.  Verbose.

Verbose is one of my favorite words.

Also thrust.

The Matrix 

I started to think I was in the matrix there for a second.

I am thinking of writing a novel based on a world where religion is obsolete and every member of society is scientifically literate.  The only problem with this is what problems would arise in a world so god damn perfect.  

The Bible Belt.  If you’re not familiar google it.  I live directly in the center of the God Damn Bible Belt.  Surrounded by racists, homophobes, morons and bible thumping lunatics who want to teach creationism in public schools.

What I would love to know is what these idiots would say to the idea of teaching Muslim religious ideals in public schools.  They’d fucking freak out! Thats what they’d do!  Fucking assholes!

I am in a red state surrounded by red states surrounded by fat uneducated mouth breathing miscreants and it drives me fucking crazy.

Fuck religion.

Well

that seems like a good place to end

If there is any running theme of Justin Pooles blog its probably just that

I fucking hate religion.

Goodnight.

Why wouldn’t I burn a church?

To believe in magic is not so foolish, to believe in magic was once the norm.

Before the crusading Christians set fire to everything they disagreed with

before the God fearing hordes hunted the wizards and sorcerers out of existence 

In a time before church meant four walls, a ceiling, a daily penance and a yearly tithe.

When men had free will to seek out and believe in their own gods.  To practice ancient ways learned from the wisdom of old.

The love of the forest, the respect for evil but most of all, the capacity to question.

In a time not so long ago when pagans roamed the earth.

Set fire to the hypocrisy

Burn to ashes the tyranny

Down in flames shall go slavery

When we make the grandest of conflagrations of the church

Built upon the ashes of our ancient altars 

We now return from seclusion to return the favor

The dragons have come home to roost