conveying a thought?

I suppose before I continue to write in this class, I should explain myself just a little bit.  I rarely take anything seriously unless its work or school.  Writing is one of my favorite creative vents.  I also like to entice myself into areas of the world that no one else seeks to go.  These are where I find my characters.  The analogies and ways of life of these individuals interests me.  That being said, I walked into a small convenient store and loitered around for a minute to listen to some of the individuals that walked in.  Listening to one particular group of people it was very difficult to understand what was being said, and actually I am not sure they knew was being said.  Often I heard what or huh or a version there of.  Some of the things i did catch were "I-own-no" which I think meant I don't know.  I also found it funny to see they would carry one conversation on with someone  on the phone but continue to talk to someone who was physically next to them.  That in it's self was confusing.  The individual also seemed to have a nack for using the F-word in some very interesting ways.  It made me think.  I could see this individual trying to write a paper: George Washington he was a smart MFER.    

  

Location 3 - chattering people, kids talking (loudly), clanging of silverware on the table, dishes being stacked, ice being poured with liquid in a glass, a crying baby.  

You have traveled back in time.  How you got a Delorien I am not quite sure.  A long table with wine and cooked fish and some moldy bread.  The smell of body oder is overwhelming, Jesus is sitting at the table and his Apostles are there.  Wait a minute is that? Yes it is Brittany Spears with one of her inbred children.  The baby begins to cry, subconsciously it knows her mom is a...  Jesus takes his knife and taps it on his half full wine glass; at least thats the way I see it.  He wants to make a toast to what appears to be the Virtuous man and Our lady of guadalupe.  Wait wrong again things are clearer its Angalena Jolie and Brad Pitt.  Jesus directs his attention towards the music they are announced by The President of the United States, Self-elected Chelsy Clinton, She claims she and Jesus had an affair, we all know thats not true.  She introduces the Oscar winning band, Three six mafia.  At this point, Jesus is now feeling the repercussions of the wine he has been drinking with each gulp larger and larger.  Trying to wash down the large pill of pride.  He decides its time for his ninjas to come and clean things up.  They bust through the ceiling and chop everyones head off. Except for Angalina she's just too hot.

where am I?

I hear high pitched dragging noises and voices telling others what to do.  The bump and beat of a stereo rolls by.  The clink and clank of porcelain meeting metal continues to echo.   A laugh is let out.  The rustling of plastic and crunch of styraphome, then a loud audience is made more auditory then mutes then more auditory. 

Is it wrong

yes it is very wrong.

shounds

This time I found myself in the middle of the swamps of Groveland, Florida.  And despite what your spell check may say this is an actual city outside of Orlando.  Outside of some random chatter that was taken place near me I was able to hear several bird chirps some more unique than others.  Some noises were loud and clear some were smoothed out and dampened by the running of wind the dragged its hands through the tree tops.  Somewhere there is a thud that would take place I couldn't tell if it was relatively near or fall.  I kept finding my mind wondering into different images that spawned from random thoughts.  These were often offsprings of a similar sound I may have heard before often coinciding with a relating image.  

sounds

I tried to sit down at the nearby starbucks and listen to the sounds around me, but the voices in my head kept saying: Starbucks? Why the hell are you at starbucks? Do you really want to be raped via the wallet by their over priced strong coffee at late hours of the night, get your ass to a bar and drink a beer pussie! Needless to say I listened, to the voices that is and was able to hear a plethera of cursing, bad pickup lines often drowned out by another sense, smell. Either that or they were garnishing my drinks with vomit and cigarette smoke.

I also went outside of my appartment and was exposed to several wild noises. To be continued...

Jared Hess Fo real

Lets see where to begin I guess the best way to describe me is what I think to be right and or wrong because thats the way that I have been taught anyways. Rap is just wrong, its the appitomy of ignorance and is probably the catalyst of crime and ultimate stupidity in many communities. The designated hitter, wrong, if you are going to throw at someone you better be ready to grab a bat. Ninjas, Right, and I'll tell you why, they keep people in check, you never now when or where they will attack. Fox sports announcers, wrong, they're terrible, and most of the time just plain dumb. New yorkers,wrong, if New York is so great why are so many in florida. Political correctness, ha if you haven't figured that out by now, that stop-gap is begining to backfire.

Whats up with PORTS?

I am walking around campus and I see these kids wearing shorts? I think, they are too long really to be shorts, yet too short to be pants.  So naturally I came up with the name that gives distinction between the two: PORTS.  I have yet to see the practicality in such a clothing item.  I thought the reason we Floridians wear shorts is because we all endure the unbearable heat during the summers.  So wearing the least amount of clothing is generally the result-Often to the demise of most Fathers out there who are presumably loaded up with anti-depressants after seeing their teenage daughter leave the house with less fabric on than it takes to make a handkerchief.  Ports, have another interesting characteristic, they do not fit the individual that is wearing them.  They are literally falling off the person who is wearing them.  These Ports are almost all ways complemented by a bed-sheet for a shirt and a sideways hat that generally has the area code that the individual is "representin."  When I say bed-sheet for a shirt this is not a lie, I actually have the same print on my sheets than the individual who sits next to me in my US Government class.  I happened to glance on the tag that was hanging out it wont fit, his is a king size.  So needless to say I will be making a trip to target on the way home to buy some new sheets.