Letter to a friend

Here is a letter I wrote to a friend. I realized that it was good advice for myself as well. Here it is... good advice for everyone.

Friend, if I teach you anything let it be to never be afraid of making a mistake because you're going to make one no matter what. And never be afraid of getting hurt because we are meant to go through this life with a broken heart. We need to be constantly be peeling off the scar tissue from our hearts so that we can stay open to the world. We are here to feel. Good and bad, we are meant to feel it all. Most habits or neurosis or addictions are developed as a way to cope with, hide from, or numb unpleasant feelings. Don't run from them. Remember: the spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit that we are the children of God, and if children, then heirs, heirs of God and joint-heirs with Christ if so be that we suffer with him, that we may also be glorified together. (Romans 8:16-17)

I guess the point is to remember that we all have a bitter cup to drink. And if we're trying to be like Jesus then we need to drink the dregs. Always give of yourself completely to everyone no matter what the Nates of the world have done (but don't cast your pearls before swine). Most of the time you'll be rejected and maybe it will never work out, but in dating as in marriage, always trying again is more important than getting it right. I call it drinking the dregs of the cup of dating... and it's hard to do. But the cup of marriage is far more sweet and far more bitter so be glad you aren't blessed with it yet.

Love you,

J.S. Guy

Autotroph

If he is a predator then I am an autotroph.

He will hunt you down and pounce on you and snap your neck and devour you. And I'll just sit here turning sunlight and chemicals into carbohydrates and hoping that, one day, you will come along and devour me. But despite all of our differences we remain good friends.

I think it's because both of us are lonely.

I <3 ADRENALINE JUNKIES

Thank you Facebook for this gem.

But more importantly thank you Aliyah Newman, you truly are talented and gifted.

What really amazes me is the way you seem to have broken free from all the nasty stereotypes that are made about your people.


...Oh wait, there it is.

JUST SOME GUY'S HOT TIP #5

Let's face it: moving sucks. All those boxes, all that packing, all the tape and the effort and the hassle. Wouldn't it just be easier to leave all of your things in your old house and buy new things once you've moved in to a new house? Yes. It would. But some of you may be thinking, "Hold on, how can I afford all new things?" That is a good question, and it has an even better answer. HOT TIP #5 is ARSON! That's right, it's as easy as a "faulty" water heater and a good insurance policy. Perhaps you prefer a car fire in the garage. Or maybe tinfoil in the microwave is more your style. The important thing to remember is that with little to no personal effort you could be on your way to a brand new life.

Even if you haven't been planning on a move arson makes moving so easy anyone can do it. Everyone has something they want to move away from. Maybe you live in a Jewish neighborhood, or live you have some elderly parents nearby. Stop being annoyed and start living on your own terms, with arson. But wait, you say you like living where you are but you want the Jews, or the elderly parents to move? No problem. Arson can make anyone move. Better yet, wait until your elderly parents are sleeping and nail the door shut.

We both know they're just going to end up in a rest home, and who wants to deal with pesky rest home fees. Yuck! So remember, Just S. Guy's HOT TIP #5 - ARSON. It's just more convenient.

WHY WE WRITE

Why do we write*?

To see and to be seen
To love and to be loved
To know and to be known
We write that we may be one.

*paint, film, sculpt, dance, sing, carve, compose, draw, photograph, etc.

I Am a Special Kind of Coward

I am a special kind of coward

I have all the warm and soft bits
the bits that sing the songs,
and hug and kiss and love
and laugh laugh laugh
and do all the joyful dancing

and I have the wet and weighty bits
the bits that cry the tears
and hope and hurt and dream
and bleed bleed bleed
and do all the heavy longing

but I lack the nut-and-bolty bits
the bits that pay the bills
or earn or plan or save
or 8 to 5 to 8 to 5 to 8 to 5
or do all the busy marching

and here is where the fear begins
"the marching"
like maybe I'm just half a man
like all the juicy fleshy parts
but none of the skeleton

which is why I say I'm spineless

- J. S. Guy

I Just Can't See the Difference

So what if it is Halloween?
Don't really care about Halloween.
Everybody loves Halloween
But all I see
Are people pretending to pretend to be
The things they really are.

Maybe you will see some devil girls
With devil horns, and devil tails
Or perhaps you will see a sexy cat
Or a sexy nurse, or something worse.
But there are whores on other days
That barely dress and paint their face
Bitter hearts and bitter taste
Behind a mask of perfume and lace
Their lips are red, their eyes are black
And they can't get their virginity back
Even if it is Halloween.

So what if it is Halloween?
Don't really care about Halloween.
Cause all I see
Are people Pretending to pretend to be
The things they really are.

Maybe you will see some spooky ghosts
Or zombies walking with the undead hosts
This Halloween there might just be
Some mummy men, or a skeleton.
But the undead walk on other days
They march along at a steady pace
Soulless crowds without a face
That come and go without a trace
Stone white ghosts in a hollow shell
Wading through their own private hell
Not quite sick, definitely not well
In a cloud of numbness that they can't dispell
Even if it is Halloween.

So what if it is Halloween?
I just can't see the difference.

- J. S. Guy