tavius censored

if faith?

2006-04-25T21:57:00.000-05:00

if faith were a mustard seed i would have planted it by now.
if faith were a car i would have lost my license somehow.
if faith was a job i'd be fired without pay, for my overtime.
if faith was a play id stubble onstage forgetting my next line.
if doubt was the ground id be standing up.
trying to get my wings.
flapping like some unseamly flamingo, able but not a visually pleasing flier.

inhabited by ghost of the past.
last man standing.
forgotten but not forgetting.
no regrets but regretting.
"caught and spinning in a wave to far out to be saved,
dazed yet not unfazed by this sense of aspiration."
to quote myself from a different space station.
earth i think ive landed.

toothpaste for dinner

2006-03-30T18:19:00.000-06:00

www.toothpastefordinner.com

its geeky but awsome

2006-03-26T17:11:00.000-06:00

mario brothers rock and roll.

pseudonyme

2006-03-10T00:15:00.000-06:00

whats that?
oh its reactional not factual.
your writtings heritical to its own words.
repeat the same phrase three times.
coco lines ur pockets with pretty compliments,
try a mint ur words arent fresh.
or dope or any of the things these 'artist' tell u
in there means to grope every lack of scope there perception hopes to approach.
poetry?!?!? cant possibly see into the possiblity that he just swallows christianty then spits it back patheticly. take this from i the pseudonyme. i heard better words from a child of three.
take ur pen and choke it.
thats not a poet, and he dont know it.
thats not a poet, and he dont know it.
thats not a poet, and he dont know it.

What has happened to America's Jesus?

2006-02-13T18:12:00.000-06:00

By Rob Borsellino Mon Feb 13, 7:12 AM ET

I remember when Jesus Christ was about religion.

That goes back to when he was caring and compassionate all the time, not just during the political campaign season.

He used to bring people together and give them hope. He wouldn't have his people get in your face and tell you to fight gay rights or you'll burn in hell. That's not what he was about. That's not the Jesus who made folks such as Jerry Falwell and Pat Robertson rich and famous. He was a different guy from the 21st-century American Jesus Christ.

When I recently visited Sicily, Italy, the old Jesus was all over the place. His statue was on the counter at the restaurant and the coffee house. His image was on the wall at the clothing store and in the hotel lobby. And there was a huge painting of him on the side of an apartment building.

Sometimes he was with his mom and dad, and sometimes he was sitting with his pals - the apostles. Mostly he was hanging from the cross. Whatever he was up to, it was all about religion.

It was interesting because I didn't go to Sicily looking for a religious experience. I went looking for what's left of my family. My grandfather and his brother came to the United States in 1904 and left behind their parents and two sisters. The sisters had kids, grandkids, great grandkids.

I never met any of those people, and I knew nothing about Sicily except the obvious - pizza and the Mafia. My wife thought it was time to connect. She made some calls and let the family know we were coming.

We landed in Palermo, got our bags and were met by my cousin Peppino Rizzuti, who was holding a handwritten sign with my name on it.

He was there with three other cousins. They hooked us up with more family and spent the next seven days driving us all over the island and stuffing us with mozzarella, prosciutto, olives and about 50 kinds of pasta.

My cousin Maria made the sign of the cross before she ate. My cousin Antonio's car had a figurine of a saint on the dashboard. My cousin Gian Marco had a beautiful cross hanging from his neck.

But nobody was going on about God, Jesus and religion. It didn't come up. I saw all that and was reminded that you can be a decent person - a good son, husband and father - and still oppose the war in
Iraq. You can be a caring, thoughtful member of your community and still question whether Justice
Samuel Alito should have been confirmed. Jesus won't get mad at you.

Several times during the week, I thought about telling my family what's happened to Jesus in the United States - how he's been kidnapped by politicians and preachers who decide what he does and doesn't think. They speak for him, and it doesn't always make sense.

They say Jesus is "pro life," but he doesn't seem to have a problem with the death penalty. And he thinks stem cell research - something that would save lives - is no different from murdering babies. They say he's the embodiment of kindness, love, decency and compassion. But he hates gays, lesbians and Muslims. And he's not too crazy about Buddhists, Hindus and the rest. Jews? He can put up with them if he has to.

The Rev. Fred Phelps of the Westboro Baptist Church in Topeka claims to speak for Jesus and goes around the country talking about how "
AIDS cures fags." Pat Robertson says it would be a good idea if the United States killed the president of Venezuela. It would be a lot cheaper than starting another war.

All week I went over that stuff in my head and decided not to mention any of it to the family.

It would make America look ridiculous.

Rob Borsellino is a columnist for The Des Moines Register and author of So I'm talkin' to this guy ...

everything will change...........

2006-02-08T12:57:00.000-06:00

i think the porcee-line porcupine is close to getting me.
tick, tap, pitter pat.
his foot steps. my heart.
if u start to look down from up here
u can see the world.
unfurled like a garden.
cars driving across each country.
blue stone garden ocean.
let me swim in stone.
tick, tap, pitter pat.
i should jump.
porcee-line porcupine is close to getting me.
he's red i think.
or black like the devil.
and no ur words silly devil cant take her.
hopefully ur rants cant break her.
hopefully ur rants wont brake her.
put down the bottle for me.
u lost ur continuity.
u lost ur infinity. i lost whats pretty. damn flower.
i live in the city, and the wolf is still bangin the door and ur grandmother.
search her body. dead body.
as long as u think im thin.
prostituting little brothers. K of diamonds.
Vendetta! Rigotta. Gotta get cream of wheat and ferris wheels.
this makes since to somebody
or my favorite body.
scatter cover smother skin cold. the way i like it.
it wasnt the best, but still my favorite.
porcee-line porcupine. tick, tap, pitter, pat.
his steps, my heart.
cart me away, down the steps.
i cant explain the flower. dance fucker. dance.
let me back, ill be a good puppy.
oh wait i bite.
coffee. 2 days awake.
coffee. 2 days asleep.
porcee-line porcupine, looks at me in my sleep.
pokes me when im awake. ruby eyes.
i couldnt hate u as much as i do.
crucify ur self daily, doesnt make me a martyr.
fine, take a stone altar, it doesnt alter my feelings.
wake up.
is the dreams the dreams.....
doubtful philisophic coco calls.
bowling balls roll, i didnt mean to keep winning.
dont break up with me in my sleep.
it wakes me up confused.
dream to awake.
My god its pretty up here.
if i was a gardener. id make the prettiest world uve ever seen.
preen cut shape. grapes not as good as the last.
eggs of candy.
dream to awake
porcee-line porcupine there either way.
there's something about the hand writting
that made me keep every scrap.
lap. top.
different life u dream of different things.
like being happy.
I want to take u far from the cynics in this town.
its not the first time ive said this. i promise.
i. a promise keepers aftermath.
ive found a golden path, its made of silver.
beautiful slivers.
hearts, hands, crowns. its just like heaven.
in the real world. chaps. chapman.
lets go. ill wear the red cape this time.
give me a 6 pack of fruit cups and a gallon of kerosine,
give me 2 jello puddin pops and a can of lube.
and ill get this party started.
not that funny, but funny enough.
u shouldnt listen any more. go back to sleep.

"and kiss u on the mouth."

this hit my +5 funny deflector with a laugh power of +6

2006-01-27T18:30:00.000-06:00

Fear of girls.
u know its true.

luck luck fuck forever

2006-01-09T22:07:00.000-06:00

lucky, the not so luckiest.
put in bad hands
mine that are the catharist.
sorry for the bad times
thank u for the good.
i never was worth u,
not like a good boy should.
time has passed for our sweet romance.
so flip a coin i lost lucky's last chance.

mrs. claus needs to get to it.

2005-12-28T16:58:00.000-06:00

poor poor santa.
alone in his work.
poor poor santa.
his wife must be a jerk.
poor poor santa.
he gives us so much.
poor poor santa.
no one give him touch.
poor poor santa.
we should all shed a tear.
poor poor santa.
only comes once a year.

yep its crude

2005-11-16T20:02:00.000-06:00

now that is some funny photoshop.

5 for silver, 6 for gold.

2005-10-20T17:55:00.000-05:00

"winter is coming" i said.
im just trying to build a fire,
cover up the ashes of longing
watch the beauty in smoke and spire
a song around the camp,
as we all wait to retire,
nevermore till neverless,
clean our boots of muck and mire,
a golden age a pricless page,
that we write until we expire,
i am trying so hard to play my cards,
just a bluffer on a wire.
till winters bloom, soon huddled in room
for story tellers to inspire,
he tells his song from night till dawn,
we hope him not a liar,
we pray for fate, to open the gate,
of our hearts own desire.
while me and I sit cuddling by,
we're just trying to build a fire." - TM

useless as hell, cool as fuck

2005-09-30T22:17:00.000-05:00

yep there is no need, if this is an actual problem for u someone should take away ur keys, i know i had mine taken away years ago for the very same problem.
anywho take a look

http://www.wftv.com/automotive/5039916/detail.html

im so afraid. i will try my best its all i have.

2005-09-20T01:04:00.000-05:00

"on a childhood highway through a night alone
I was barely breathing, I was crawling home
well it¹s not quite london or the south of france
or an asian island or a second chance

thinking about the whole thing
guess you gotta run sometimes
maybe I¹m a fast train rolling down the mountain
watching all my life go by

you¹re a distant memory, you¹re an exit sign
I was talking crazy on the driver¹s side
and I know I hurt you but I won¹t confess
was that blood or a wine stain on your wedding dress

thinking about the whole thing
guess you gotta run sometimes
maybe I¹m a fast train rolling down the mountain
watching all my life go by

laughing at a bad break
what¹s the use in wondering why
maybe I¹m a storm front rolling through the valley
tearing up a good july

and it¹s safe and warm where nothing ever happens
would it be so hard to realign a star or two
change a southern night for you

well it¹s not quite evening, and it¹s not new york
there¹s a scar in the blue sky by the old airport
and I¹m talking crazy on the driver¹s side
I will always love you like a long goodbye"

its childish but it really does brighten up my day

2005-09-15T13:48:00.000-05:00

"NZ finds Black Cocks hard to swallow

It was a bloody silly idea in the first place, but New Zealand's badminton world may finally have to concede that calling the national team the "Black Cocks" really is a bit too strong, the New Zealand Herald reports. Badminton New Zealand adopted the name a year ago as "a gimmicky label to attract sponsors and fans". It worked to a degree, because the organisation was quickly innundated with cash offers from companies such as - you guessed it - condom manufacturers.

Furthermore, Badminton NZ prez Nigel Skelt confirmed: "At the recent New Zealand Open, crowds were yelling out 'c'mon the Black Cocks'. Whether the team actually adopt the name officially, they're already known as the Black Cocks." That's as may be, but the International Badminton Federation (IBF) has decided not to take the Black Cocks lying down. Skelt admitted: "They don't want to see the game lose its composure for the want of a gimmicky name. If you're over in China and you get introduced as the Black Cocks, it raises some issues." Ah yes, the sticky "we'd rather not entertain Black Cocks in the People's Republic of China" problem. Badminton NZ will now wait for feedback from its 27 regional associations at its November AGM before deciding on whether or not to let the Black Cocks stand. ®"

now thats some good press.

im not biased

2005-09-15T05:04:00.000-05:00

well im not a man who likes to spend alot of my time being on one side of an issue or another.
and i have noticed that all the pics i put up here are of women. so im gonna make a switch up here and point out a man who is incredibly hot and one of the most bad ass mofo's since samuel L jackson.
i just saw him in barber shop (crap crap crap) and u may remeber him from amistad, the gladiator and my personal favorite Papa Midnight from Constantine.
Let us pay homage to the coolness of

Djimon Hounsou

still dont know how to pronounce it, but when i do im sure it will sound cool, cause it looks pretty cool. so not only is this guy a man who i would love to look like and vibe like for my age, i only hope i have that damn coolness at his age of 41.....ladies let the kittens suffer.

if anybody didnt know chappelle show is back!

2005-09-14T03:49:00.000-05:00

click link for further news. and hilarity

he's rich biatch!

words to tom cruise, that made a stop by taviusville

2005-09-13T09:24:00.000-05:00

thats the problem with him, he believes his own myth.

LD relationships around the world! here is ur hope!

2005-09-10T20:02:00.000-05:00

Here Comes The Science.

pretty pretty girl lovely lovely girl.

2005-09-10T19:23:00.000-05:00

ive played out postin lyrics

2005-09-10T19:22:00.000-05:00

"you see birds fall from the window ledge above mine
then they flap their wings at the last second
I can see their dead weight just dropping like stones
or small loaves of bread past my window all the time
but unless I get up and walk across the room
and peer down below
I don't see their last-second curves
toward a horizontal flight
all these birds just falling from the ledge like stones
now due to a construct in my mind
that makes their falling and their flight
symbolic of my entire existence
it becomes important for me to get up and see
their last second curves toward flight
it's almost as if my life will fall
unless I see their ascent
Mr. Mastodon farm - Mr. Mastodon farm
cut swatches out of all materials
Mr. Mastodon farm - Mr. Mastodon farm
cut swatches out of all materials" - cake

Ba da ba ba, ba da ba ba

2005-09-06T09:04:00.000-05:00

"If I tell you I'm strong, will you play along?
If I tell you I'm strong, will you play along?
If I tell you I'm strong, will you play along?
Or will you see I'm as insecure as anybody else?

If I follow along, does it mean I belong?
If I follow along, does it mean I belong?
If I follow along, does it mean I belong?
Or will I keep on feeling different from everybody else?

If I sing a song, will you sing along?
If I sing a song, will you sing along?
Or should I just keep singing right here by myself?

Ba da ba ba, ba da ba ba
Ba da ba ba, ba ba da ba ba
Ba da ba ba, ba da ba ba
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" - Blue Man Group Feat. Dave Matthews.

Dont mean that to sound as mopey and whiney as the words by them self do. just kinda remebered the song, and yeah those feelings are in there somewhere me thinks........and its now 6:54 in the mornin and i just typed alot of shit on my other blog which i edited like 50000000 times to make sure i got out what i wanted to say right and not just sounndin like an ass..........so im just gonna go with the lasy route here and post someone elses words. but at this point explaining this has tkaen up way way more words than i meant, and i might as well just delete the last lyrics, but 1 this wont make any sense without somethin about it 2 im kinda layin on my bed like a paraplegic with my arms sprawled half way across the bed, and i dont have the energy to move the mouse to highlight then delete those words, and i dont feel like movin my hand even far enough to reach the arrow keys........and if u ask how im gonna post this.....which i know u will cause u care soooooooooo much and are in such deep contimplation about this that u need a cup of tea a smoke and dictionary, just to grasp my words. im gonna use the tab key, if u have ever typed tired like where u cant move ur hands much then u know tab is just pinky away. where as the arrows are a whole hand pick up. which is just crazy for me to do right now...........omg why am i still going.............i dont know. well u should at least be glad i didnt make any mistakes that were backspace worthy cause then u would just be reading garbble.........well its time for that crazy pinky action. and 1 2 3............tab time. well crap. this is a text page. shit. it just moved that blinks cursor line thing over. well if u see this at alll we will have to find out in the morning cause i think im just gonna close my eyes and not move at all................nope.................well............crap have to turn off my monitor..........that mean a hand has to move.................well here goes the mouse. yep.

im an idiot.

well thats just fucked up.

2005-09-05T17:26:00.000-05:00

Well the hurricane just fucked some people up bad, and there is no one better to state my opinion of the situation than Foamy - The Squirrel.

(dont click the drugs one, click the hurricane one. do i have to tell u everything?.....although the drug ones funny, its not the point of this post. but u should check out that one too.....after.

in the year 2000!

2005-08-28T17:45:00.000-05:00

heres for kirk, and for the future let the doors be open, open says a me

moo moo goy goy fi fing zau

2005-08-25T23:28:00.000-05:00

yin yang can stuff it in its yin yang if u know what im saying........screw the cycle, dont want bad with the good, cause if the bad leaves u stuck any of the good that comes with it starts to wear down in the weight of none moving badness........give me some straight good please, a flight home, and my car. yin yang can take that to the bank and cash it!
ya heard!
wha!? wha!?!? wha!??! thats what i thought! ...........PUNK!

hellllllooooooooo NURSE!

2005-08-22T23:23:00.000-05:00

"
I am the very model of a cartoon individual

My animation's comical, unusual and whimsical
I'm quite adept at funny gags; comedic theory I have read
From wicked puns and stupid jokes to anvils that drop on your head."

my theme song for the month.

phatography

2005-08-19T05:11:00.000-05:00

been watchin alot of west wing, washington d.c. seems like quite an interesting place.......they should show more of this part of west wing though............

well there goes another kitten.

ww2 prop

2005-08-16T02:56:00.000-05:00

taken from a japanese propaganda booklet.........wow.......

click on image to enlargen-ed-ing-al-tion it

in the words of ben.....u need to get laid.

2005-08-12T09:32:00.000-05:00

Do all cats go to heaven? an ode to being smashed.

2005-08-11T19:39:00.000-05:00

What else can i say, it gets pretty lonely up here.
Real Lonely.

telephone czar

2005-07-23T01:39:00.000-05:00

"i hate new love, i hate new relashonships."
i say under my breathe. I'm standing in a government run poison shop, in the middle of a dying mall. I am waiting for the sickness that is killing this ghost town to catch up with this end of the once thriving consumer depot. I'm waiting.
and staring out the front door into the cuddling, fondling 20 something couple just ripe with heart break in their future. he is over clean, he thought through it very well before meeting her at some location, she is so perky with her "we will fuck as soon as you want" skirt and "for some reason my breast must have grown since i put on this shirt" tank top. they look longingly at each other touching one another as if there brains might actually start to work if they stop. but they wont, they can't stop. "love" the chemical equivelant to brain damaging addiction has ahold of them. and the proof that this feeling has retarded them is that they are having a date at this 1970's 100 oaks mall of doom.........it is "The Village" of the damned. and here they are and love has got ahold of them.

"me and my husband have been together for 17 years and we are just as happy/touchy as we were in the beginning" says the obese/balding/miserable/squatty/badly permed lady behind the counter.
i think "if u were that awful in the beginning and this man has managed to even slightly love u for 17 years cupid must have been using bullets."
she says "your jaded for a 'beoye' so young. Try to look at it like a opening to happyness."

Love from happiness? Happiness from love?
I stare back out side. Looking at "the googley dolls" making kissy faces at each other. That are so appaling Barney the purple fucking dinosaur would pick up a mallet and smash them until their remains were the same color as him.
"Is that happiness?" i accidently say out loud.
"Yes until it stops" says the bald bag, tool of a bitch.

Tweedle dee and Dumb stop gazing at each other long enough to realize that they have been standing outside of the store for 20 minutes, and move inside to aquire a poison that will be used to increase the intoxicating spin of there late night non-productive breeding experiment.
They must rub and fondle and lean on their whole 40 minute voyage through the smallest store in the world. Brain Damage. They are here to add poison to their addiction.
"Do they look happy?" my thoughts wander as I in full use of my "securtity agent"title stare at them to keep my thoughts moving.
They look like they dont have enough time or energy to maintain that for the rest of their lives.
It could kill them, the amount of glee, giggle, spurts, flirts, gushes, gurts, gimps, goofs, bounces, pounces and pleasure is guaranteed to give them a heart attack if there is any sort constant exposure. It's on the Love Potion Label. Don't they know this?
Love as ahold of them. They don't want to let go, they don't want it to slow or slide, they want more, love is their high, the gushes pushing them through their day and onto the next.

I wander the store. They are gone. i am here, upholding the sanctity of paying for your booze.
I am the watcher of the poison.
"Have I ever been happy? Am I just the watcher for that."
(I have a tendancy for the over dramatic. pardon my ridiculous thought. Just a narration.)
"Has love ever had ahold of me?"
"How do you stretch the feeling out without giving yourself that heart attack?"

The half haired streched jello carcass stares at me after an hour has passed.
"You have to hold on to the other person."
She says. Then walks into the back.
Fire like thoughts project into my head. Almost breathing life into a room of stale elderly people waiting to die. A rush of colors and meaning that will in no way be explained in my following thoughts.
"years may pass" i think.
"Its not about the feeling taking you. Its about you taking the feeling. Creating it. Letting and making it live. Like you did in the first place. Whenever anyone "falls" in love, they create it, they idolize it, they move the other person around in their head to be that perfect person.
Don't let love get ahold of you..........Get ahold of it. Make it. Imagine it. Fantasize about that person. Make that feeling like you did in the beginning. Its always easier in the beginning.
Thats the only way I could ever love. Truely."

I stare at the wall. The enlightement has subsided. Faded. The room is hard my feet are sore, the walls close in and the clock does not move.
"back to the staring till i can go home."
Love. Addiction. To keep an addiction, you must keep taking it in.
Ask me I'm the best addict in the world.
Love.... get ahold of me.

"i miss that stupid ache."

to andrews dead blog, and to me cause i rock.

2005-07-16T21:44:00.000-05:00

"Lo! Who is that, skulking along the desert! It is Tavius Marshall, hands clutching a vorpal blade! And with a low bellow, his voice cometh:

"I'm going to contort you backwards in time, and hijack your momma's airplane!""-andywoo collins

may ur blog rest in peace.

its funny cause its true.

2005-07-14T17:48:00.000-05:00

ill go into details about the truth of this and how fucked up it is later.....or u can start without me.

our god is an awesome god!

2005-07-12T14:18:00.000-05:00

beauty is not in the eye of the beholder. its right here.

its times like theseq

2005-07-09T00:05:00.000-05:00

"i don't care what you do
i'm getting out
no, nothing ever shames me
don't want a thing from you
i'm going out
i don't care if you're angry

i should have thought things through
i'm holding out but not getting an answer
i want to do right by you
but i'm finding out cheating gets it faster" -jimmy eat world

cheers darlin

2005-07-08T05:07:00.000-05:00

"Please please please
No more melodies
They lack impact, they're petty
They've been made up already
Please please please
No more maladies
I'm so tired of crying
You'd think I was a siren
But me and everybody's on the sad same team
And you can hear our sad brain screaming

Give us something familiar
Something similar
To what we know already
That will keep us steady
Steady
Steady going nowhere

Please please please
No apologies
At best they buy you time
Until you next step out of line
Please please please
No more remedies
My method is uncertain
It's a mess but it's working
And maybe if you tried it out
You won't like it when you're crying out

Give us something familiar
Something similar
To what we know already
That will keep us steady
Steady, steady
Steady going nowhere"
fiona

in the words

2005-07-08T03:53:00.000-05:00

"i said i wanted to be alone alone with him
alone with him.

He said he wanted to be alone
alone with her.

She said she wanted to be alone
alone with me." - sam phillips

rock the casba

2005-07-08T02:47:00.000-05:00

so everyone who doesnt believe in the existance of video games and there use to all that exist, and all who dont believe in the existance of books, and all that dont believe in the existance of nerds, and all that dont believe in the existance of chipmunks, and all the dont believe in the existance of us being not much better than monkeys and all that dont believe in the existance of something better than u, and all that dont believe in the existance of love, and all that dont believe in the existance of all of us being evil, and all that dont believe in the existance of learning, and all that dont believe in nothing.....and all that dont look at these things as the highest point in the universe, and bow before them.
go fuck urselves
seriously.....dont reproduce.
i hate u.
believe in that.

its in my head zombie

2005-07-08T02:30:00.000-05:00

"You're such an inspiration for the waysThat I will never ever, ever choose to be,Oh so many ways for me to show you how your saviorHas abandoned you.Fuck your God, your lord, your Christ, he did this,Took what you had and left you this wayStill you pray never stray, never taste of the fruit,Never thought to question why.[Chorus]It's not like you killed someone,It's not like you drove the hateful spear into his side,Praise the one who left you broken down and paralysed.He did it all for you.He did it all for you.[Verse 2]Oh so many ways for me to show you how yourDogma has abandoned youPray to your Christ to your godNever taste of the fruit, never stray, never break,Never choke on a lie.Even though he's the one who did this to you,You never thought to question why.[Chorus]It's not like you killed someone,Yt's not like you drove the spiteful spear into his side,Talk to Jesus Christ as if he knows the reasons why.He did it all for you.He did it all for you.He did it all for you. "

it is finished

fuck

2005-07-07T02:59:00.000-05:00

drink drink! smoke smoke!
keep on rapping cause ur lifes a joke!