|We don't need no education.|
Let's Jam 5: Golden Grahams and TearsI am with you always from the darkness of night until the morningLet's Jam 5: Golden Grahams and Tears by Garrison-Kelly
I am with you always from life until death takes me
When I see you now, I wonder how I could have watched you walk away
If I let you down, please forgive me for that beautiful goodbye
I want to know what love is, but it seems to come with so much pain
If no one wants to show me, it seems easier just to run away
If I could, I’d fly away and talk to the angels and beg them to please let me stay
‘Cause heaven, no heaven, I’ll never see, what can I do to bring you back to me?
Now that I have found you in the cooth of your evening smile
The shade of your parasol and your love flows through me
My heart beats pain ever since that day
Life’s taken you away, but one day I will be with you again
I’m planning my release, tonight I’ll speak the words I
Never thought I’d ever have to say to you
When I see your face, my heart cries out for you
I guess that fools never learn how to fall out of
Open Letter to WSSHey, everybody. I’m writing tonight because I want you all to know that writing stories for the WSS has been tons of fun and I wouldn’t take any of it back. The warm and fuzzy feedback was always appreciated. Not only did I learn a lot about my own stories, but I was encouraged to keep going with every passing week. Over the course of my membership, I’ve written 23 stories altogether. Lots of good memories come from those stories.Open Letter to WSS by Garrison-Kelly
You’ve read this far into my open letter and are probably wondering if any of this lip service is coming with a caveat. It is. As of tonight, I’m no longer writing short stories for this group. I’ll still be here in other capacities (critiquing, reading, games, my folder, etc.), just not in the weekly contests.
I don’t want you all to feel like my decision is your fault. On the contrary, you guys have been wonderful. I made lots of friends here and I’ve gotten great advice on my work. The real contributors to my
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?Mental Disorder Discrimination by KlingelChelle
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
I sometimes wonder what would happen if this website was called Deviant Science instead of Deviant Art. These two areas of study are exact opposites of each other, which is why they give out degrees to graduates of Olympic College called Associates of Arts & Sciences. Here are the major differences between art and science:
Art is internal, science is external. In other words, art comes from the imagination and science comes from the real world.
Art deals with opinions, science deals with facts.
Art is creative, science is restricted by rules.
Art begins with a subject, science begins with a hypothesis.
Art is about asking questions, science is about seeking answers.
Art deals with pathos (emotions), science deals with logos (logic).
So what exactly would happen if Deviant Art became Deviant Science? Would we still have pictures of My Little Pony characters or just their X-rays to study their bone structures? Would we still have stories about elves and dragons kicking each other’s asses or would that battle be purely technical? Would we still have art contests or would we have science fair projects? Would we still wear reading glasses or would we trade them in for safety goggles?
You’re probably wondering why I’m talking about science in the first place. The inspiration for this subject came in the strangest place: the Music Choice channels on Wave Broadband. As they play whatever songs need to be played, the side screen gives out little “fun facts” about the band that’s currently playing. Did you know that Jeanne Sagan, the bassist for All That Remains, has a college degree in animal science? Did you also know that Jon Davis, the singer for Korn, considered studying mortuary science prior to joining the band?
Zoology (animal science) and necrology (mortuary science). Let’s flip these two subjects into art for a moment. How can we do that? Maybe for necrology, we could take the dead body’s bones and build a castle out of them. Too extreme? Too disrespectful? Then how about we do something a little more lighthearted. Let’s sew Halloween costumes for puppies such as bumblebees and navy sailors. All together now: aww! ^_^
My point is that there’s a fine line between art and science. Sometimes the two genres can cross over and we have scientists who become famous for their discoveries. In which case, their legacies become art. They created a life path for themselves that they can be proud of. Are there any other ways in which science and art can cross over? We’ve got ears, say cheers!
Last night, in an effort to get out of my mental exhaustion slump, I wrote an entry dealing with dreams I’ve had about getting in fights, particularly with criminals and bullies. For my next blog post, I’m going to do something a little more lighthearted. Have any of you seen the video on You Tube where complete strangers kiss for the first time? That’s not science, that’s art!
A few minutes ago, I edited the hell out of an old military story I did called Desert Dragons. The main themes of that story make a lot of people uncomfortable: desertion and military rape. If you can get through my story, congratulations. The next story I edit won’t be any more comfortable to read. It’s called Ding, Ding, Ding and deals with a frustrated blue collar worker and his crumbling love life. Wish me luck! Better yet, wish yourselves luck once I’m done editing it.
***DOMESTIC DIALOGUE OF THE DAY***
MOM: Garrison, you need to take your boots off.
MOM: Do you need to take a psychological test?
Psychology is also a science, it’s just considered a social science.