Tirades of Truth

I desperately want a cup of coffee. But, I am trying to quit smoking, and nothing makes me want to smoke more than coffee. The trio of doom I call it; Coffee, Smoking, & Writing. I used to drink pots of coffee, smoke cigarette after cigarette, and take trucker speed with Day Quil so I could stay up and write all night.

To me there is nothing better than the taste of coffee and cigarettes, and the feeling of the keyboard under my fingertips. Nothing in my parents basement except me, the computer, the sound of the keys clicking in my ears, and an almost lethal dose of caffeine, nicotine, and a combo of ephedrine and sudephedrine coursing through my body stimulating my brain to write word after word, sentence after sentence, paragraph after paragraph, page after page.

Someday, maybe it will all be published. Who knows. I always tell people that I will make my mark on society somehow. I used to think it would be through music, but now I don't care how. I just know with every fiber of my being that I will be remembered. I will leave a legacy of my future children. I don't mean to sound like an ass, but its true. I know something I do will be worthwhile. Maybe I'll write a TV show or movie that will change the world, or perhaps write a song, a book, maybe I will go back to school and become a scientist and cure AIDS or Cancer. I just know I will do something and not just fade away like 99% of the population.

Perhaps its time I explained the title of this blog too. The Last Kind Words. It is an album from one of the greatest bands of all time DevilDriver. They refer to the line in The Bible " You will live below angels and above beasts." It basically stands for the fact that it sucks to be human. That God (if there is one) left us here to be his play things, almost like his own private TV show to watch us struggle. Here is the whole song:

DeviDriver-Tirades of Truth



Reaping the wind through this mortal shell
In the wake of destruction this will not fail
Walking through shadows defined by my suffering
Feeding the spirit through divine intervention

Out of the fire, so much for compassion
I've thrown it to desire, in time you'll hear
Tirades of truth
Glazed and angry eyes
Spoken to by the breath of Gods
In the valley of deaths decision
The judgement...listen
The last kind words ever said will be
You will live below angels and above beasts

It's seldom clear the roads to temptation
Are filled with such peril but the human spirit can
Soar, it's more than we can ever be in one lifetime
We need more to become Gods ourselves