Bullsh*t is Humanities Magic Power

As a young man I wondered how come smart guys never seem to have sex. I mean if you’re smart, how come you’re not smart enough to get laid every once in a while. Than it dawned on me: the difference between smart guys and stupid people is one fundamental difference: Smart guys don’t laid enough and dumb guys get laid way more than they should.

Take school for example. In elementary school everyone is roughly on the same page: kick some balls around, score a couple of star stickers and you look at the opposite sex like, well people.

But by high school you notice the smart kids never seem to grow up. They kinda stick to their studies. Maybe find a girlfriend they can spoon with on the weekends but that’s about it. Than you’ve got the jocks and the popular kids who throw away their studies, quit showing up to class and get all arrogant. You know why? Their getting laid all the time.

When you’re not getting pussy, you have the time to think beyond your wiener; and have big plans about social reform and building an aqueduct in order to bring fresh water to the people. But when you’re getting laid, you’re all like “I don’t have time for this shit. I’m a busy man, so tell your bitch to fetch a pail and get the damn water herself if its that much of an inconvenience”.

And this is why we hire stupid people for top political positions. Because we don’t want to see a nice fresh faced president who never gets laid. That makes us look bad. We want that dirty rotten lying bastard because he’s a reflection of ourselves. Because lets face it, the guy who cares about us more than then he does his own dick makes us down right uncomfortable.

This is why people think Lincoln is gay. Lincoln wasn’t gay. As a child, he carved the wood nails they used to hold the lid shut on his mothers coffin. That’s some real man shit, not this modern day faggot shit where a doctor comes in and tells you mommies going away on a vocation and hope you connect the dots when you get older.Nope. Sorry Abe, time to put those carpentry skills to use.

But Lincolns a great example of this because when Lincoln was a young man, he was a bachelor  politician famous for using wit to publicly mock his political opponents. He didn’t care about woman, he didn’t care about native American rights, he didn’t care about freeing the slaves. You know why? He was getting laid all the time.

Then he got married, quits getting laid all the time and next thing you know, he’s suddenly got time to read, has big plans for social reform and frees the slaves. Why? Because he’s not getting laid anymore, that’s why.

And that’s where all this, Lincoln must have been gay shit stems from. People forget their use to be a time before tv warped our mind full of Viagra and bullshit. Plus, the dudes kids died on him left and right. I mean, how many times do you have to go threw seeing your own children die in front of your eyes before your dick goes out? Where’s the historical reevaluation of that aspect of Lincoln’s life.

And really, the only reason why a guy  becomes full of shit is to get laid because the way a woman knows if you’re sexually active or not is by being completely full of shit. It’s a vicious cycle.

I knew a guy from high school who asked a girl out only to get turned down because she already had a boyfriend. He said, “so what, I have a girlfriend, what’s the big deal?” You know what she did? Bought a wedding ring and purposed to him. Do you know why? Because, he’s full of shit.

When Ted Bundy was on death row, he had woman purpose to him- and this was after he murdered all those woman. You know why? Because he was the right kind of smart. He was that charming, manipulative, weave an illusion to so well that when you wake up and look at yourself in the mirror, you don’t even know who the fuck you are anymore kind of smart. That’s the number one quality a woman looks for in man.

I mean why do you think woman like jerks and bad boys? Because their full of shit, a clear sign that your sexually active, that’s it. If you want to sustain a relationship, pretend like you know all the answers. That’s it. Lie. Pretend like you’re like invincible and are going to live forever.

Take for example the fact that they introduced American Television to some otherwise isolated part of the world. Before American television, these woman were cool, they were secure about their looks and weren’t obsessed with material things. Than blam! After less than a month of being polluted by Hollywood’s toxic leftovers, the woman started dressing all slutty, divorces went up and morality went down.

That’s the true power of our bullshit. We as a species have gotten so good at being so full of shit that we build entire civilizations  around it. Look at where we are today-we  let the fake corporations control our genetically modified food supply, and for what? So we can protect our paper gold  used so your old lady can afford a pair of fake tits.

A potent representation of how bullshit can lift you higher and farther than you could without it.

And the thing is we can change anytime we want but the reason we don’t is because woman hold onto that bullshit and man might die alone in a cave crying in the fetal position like a little bitch but he will die standing to keep his girls legs from closing in

Don’t believe me? Look at religion. You think religion has had such a profound cultural impact because men wanted to give away their power and authority to an effeminate man in a white dress can tell you he has all the answers? No. It’s because while the rest of the tribe was away on the hunt, this pansy was filling the woman up will bullshit trying to get lad. That’s it.

Thousands of years of religious warfare not fought over whose bullshit is greater than the others. It was because their woman folk weren’t putting out until they proven their loyalty to that particular brand of bullshit.

Still don’t believe me? Look at Mormonism. You wouldn’t think that a smart, rational, down to earth, independent, mature, freethinking woman would fall for that shit. Then you go to Salt Lake City and you’re like what the fuck, where did I go wrong?

These woman had a choice. These weren’t Persian concubines. These were American woman who decided that sharing a man with several other woman was still better than trying to make it on your own. Why find love and truth when you can help some sack of shit snake oil salesman fund a city of pansies who believe that some dude found an ancient Egyptian tablet left by Jesus and his disciples in some obscure New England cave. And you know why he did it? He wanted a monopoly on pussy because that’s true wealth and power. And so he rounded up all the good ones crazy enough to find security in his bullshit and left the gold digging skanks for the rest of us sifter through. And that’s why Joseph Smith had to die.


After the Tides Roll In

Lovely womanly ocean.

Of the deep blue sea.

I ask for love.

As the tide.

Swipes the sand.

From the beach.

Embrace me.

In your arms.

Caress me.

With a kiss.

Wash me clean.

Make me pure.

Cleanse my soul.

I ask for nothing less.

I wish for nothing more.

As we float off.

Into the sunset.

For soon.

We will find shore.

Living by the Ocean

Verse 1

In the mourning.

When the oceans blue.

Such a pretty view.

Then I look over.

And nothing compares to you.



Because I love You.

I love you.


Verse 2

In the evening.

When the skies are red.

And I need a friend.

I look at you.

And I smile big.



Because I love you.

I love you.


The Bridge, Part 1

I’ve seen you when you wake up.

I’ve seen you when you’re sad.

I’ve seen you without makeup.

And seen you when you’re mad.


The Bridge, Part 2

I’ll be there when our kids are born.

Be there when you die.

Even when you put your guard down.

I’ll stand by your side.



Because I love you.

I love you.


Verse 3

In the dead of the night.

When the stars are white.

I watch you sleeping.

And think about how happy I am.

For having you in my life.



Because I love you.

I love you.

Now days I look at myself in the mirror, smile, wink, shoot my thumb-pointer finger pistol into the mirror, pull the trigger; and remind myself that I am a complete waste of human garbage. It keeps me grounded. Than I tell myself I’m going to be a less pitiful waste of organic life matter everyday. It’s a reminder that this world is full of Feces Pieces; and its my responsibility to plant a useful seed like corn maybe into life’s grand manure pile and hope to get something beautiful out of it like a tulip for example”.

Hunters Prayer

Days repeat
its endless cycles
spent bow hunting
in the woods
where mankind
still finds solace
in the wilderness
with hours spent
in concentration
for that primal connection
so, the hunter waits
for that perfect moment
to slay the alpha male
crowned with many thorns
with his entrails spread out
across stout tan grasses
the coyotes will howl
in pleasure
at the sweet smell of offal
Ah-woo! Ah. Ah. Ah-woo!
The pack devours,
licking the still fresh blood
upon the grasses in Haste,
so not to let a drop go to waste,
the carcass tanned
the rack mounted
the antlers carved
into various objects
man finds away his way
to reconnect to nature
and, when the time has come
the tradition shall pass
from father to son
as it has
since the dawn of time.
For this, let us pray.

Saint Hubertus,
Fine patron of the hunt
I pray that your children
will fair well in the woods
may our game be tender
nore tainted
so that they may feed
our children with its flesh

But those
Who kill for mere sport,
let good meat go to waste
shall suffer the fate of Actaeon,
for the hunt is not for the thrill
of the kill,
a good Hunter fights
for life not violence
bound forever
with the Souls of all animals.

What is Open the Vox?

The OPEN THE: is a reference to Pandora’s Box which can’t be closed once it’s been open. It refers to the chaotic aspect of my blog. I write all over the place.

The word Vox is Latin. It means: to sing, to recite, to speak, to vote, to hear your calling, to vote, etc. It refers to my interest in the Metaphysical aspects of language, Music, and Acoustics.

Thank You

Ocean of Emotion

Our minds are deep,

tidal waves of emotion.

Finding it hard to navigate,

this vast and turbulent ocean.
In little canoes we float,

becoming one with the flow.

Sometimes we put our guards down,

while we head into the perfect storm.
Where we’re tossed into the ebb,

while the boat begins sinking.

Left now in the shallows,

of the vast violent ocean.


Unable now to drift,

sinking into the caverns of the abyss.

Where live the fiendish Kraken,

always lurking around the corner.
So hurry quickly to the skies,

before your swallowed alive.

Reaching for the horizon,

floating now on your emotions.
Keeping your head above the water,

slowly picking up the drift wood.

Craft yourself a new canoe,

to paddle off anew.
While remembering

to take a deep breath,

as you drift off

into the sunset.

Heart Sinks at Sea

For the timeless limited experiences.

Of a life at sea.

My cold icy heart melted.

When you stood beside me.
Oh! How our love was like the mighty sea.

A vast and clamming ocean.

As life seemed to stand still.

Our hearts floating on our emotions.
But now that those moments are lost.

My heart sinks like a sunken ship.

A treasure lost to the abyss.

But as this hearts nautical captain.
I travel the high tides and strong winds.

Alone with my crew and my sexton.

Where we travel the great unknown.

Oh! How the days turn into darkness.
Sunless days spent in deep depression.

From the heartache of long lost love.

Oh! How I’ve never felt so alone.

As my sadness leads to madness.
My tears forever imbued to the waters.

The pain becomes the perfect storm.

Oh! How I’ve lost my soul to this hurricane.

As the memories still remain.

Tortoise Shell Lyre

Eons Ago,

A cosmic string echoed.

From it came a soul.

The cosmic soul.

Was all alone.

it struck.

The cosmic string.
From it,

came a flash.

Followed by a bang.

the striking of the string.

Awoken the Abyss.

wished to break the string.

Ending all existence.
That’s when,

The great soul.

Took the Cosmic String.

he gave to Hermes.

Too craft an instrument.



on the day of his birth.

Hermes built the Tortoise Shell Lyre.
Who then,

gave it to his Brother.

The Mighty Apollo.

on a trip to Earth.

It was dropped by Apollo.

to be discovered.

By Homer.
Who used it,

to teach his Bards

And recite his poems.

it fell into the grasp.

Of Pythagoras.
Who used it,

to understand the universe.

Through the magic of mathematics.

of how this story goes.

The words within this poem.
It has,

this story.

Some wisdom.

I would be a liar.

When it comes to the Lyre.
To say,

it has not been sought.

For generations by Musicians.

I know something.

They know not.
That the Tortoise Shell Lyre,

is not just found anywhere.

It is located in the heart.