Minimalist.me

New Song Under My Music

Codyp — Sun, 17 Jan 2010 23:18:21 +0000

I put a new song up called “Don’t Cry”. Its the first song I have recorded in more than 2 years. I am considering this a warm up track with more to come. Maybe its time to put out a new CD. No related posts. No related posts.

Minimalist Poem (After All The Angst)

Codyp — Mon, 04 Jan 2010 03:19:50 +0000

Love.

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Distribution Hate.

Codyp — Fri, 01 Jan 2010 19:30:10 +0000

The angle of thought is insipid. Its the instinct; the devil inside me. Most people run from their quarrels. I fight face to face with the enemy, fear will not coexist with my mindset. I have no courage for I am not facing fear, I am a coward in its most dangerous form. Content with dying, but with no plans to do so. I am a vigilante to those who do not question theory.

Develop a sense of distance between all loved ones, I will not be emotionally harmed. Develop the lust for blood, I will not be physically harmed; only turned on. Develop the hatred of others for no reason, but to hold power; Dissolve.

I am elegance. A fortnight to smell the rotting flesh of desperation. Queasy from the hunger for blood. Locked in a basement of a raging orgy of violence. Caged while the cum of hate drips from above; should I taste it? Peer pressure evolution; unattainable black and white perfection, encrypted by mixed signals. Words become detached from emotion; all communication becomes inexistent.

Sanity is now questionable.

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Binary Friction

Codyp — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 03:25:42 +0000

MD5: 1d62d6106552649ab625494370d371d3

Base64: VHJ1dGggaXMgYmVhdXR5LCBiZWF1dHkgaXMgdHJ1dGguIA==

Those two statements are not the same. Of course if you knew how to crack the second one, you would of figured that out by testing the first one.

Lets go into a quantum theory that doesn’t exist. A complicated rational thought process needlessly complicated by an undeveloped idea.

Binary sounds complicated, but it’s not. In fact knowing it is completely irrelevant to my theory. To make things easier think of “0=_” and “1=-“.

Here is the story

11111111; 11111111; 10101010; 00100101; 00000000
Translated:
——–; ——–; –_-_-_-_; __-__-_-; 00000000

So now we will split this string up, we have two different stories now.

Split value:
String A: 00000000; 000000000; 000000000; 00000001

String B: 00000000; 000000000; 000000000; 00000001

However in this system actual values do not account for appearance which effects other strings.

Appearance:
String A: 11110111; 11111011; 11110011; 11110111;

String B: 11111011; 11110111; 11110101; 11101111;

So now we have a bunch of useless information, along with a doubled amount of useful information. We have JUST as much useless information directly correlated to the useful information. The useful information is not with in appearance, but with in actual value. Only by observing the actual value can the useless information be tossed away, and the real information can be recombined as hexadecimal.

FF;FF;FF;FF

Four times the valuable information originally had by the single strand condensed in the same amount of space.

This is just an idea and a metaphor; none of this would be applicable mathematically. Mainly because there is nothing to apply; it’s just a statement. I am sure no one will understand it in the first place, so you can give up trying now.

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A front row seat to disaster

Codyp — Sun, 13 Dec 2009 09:07:15 +0000

Truth:

What truth would try so hard to be known? Why would something if its true be shoved in your face in multiple ways? Because its not pure truth. Pure truth must be discovered; the truth worth finding is not easy to learn. It can be told in different ways, but that will not matter until life chooses to deliver the lesson. Everything else is just preparation; kiss your ass goodbye statements.

Lies:

Lies happen daily; some will never hurt, some will be devastating. Honesty is a hard thing to possess in this world. Even a truly good person with an innocent heart may lie out of desperation; can it be held against them? Should it be held against them? That depends on the situation. We all are capable of lying, we all have been in the position that gives us the motive to lie; why should there be any trust in this world?

Trust:

Should you trust people? That depends on your out look of life (are people inherently good or evil?). The bigger question is; can trust ever be repaired? Yes it can but again it depends on the situation. Do people deserve to be forgiven, or can they never truly repent.

Repent:

The only way to ever be capable of repairing trust; is if the person has learned the lesson. The pure truth of the situation. To alleviate the devastation one must take all responsibility for their actions and acknowledge that they are where they are, because of their choices. Then learn to make better choices.

Growth:

All of it can be damaging. All of it can be horrid. However it can be beautiful if growth comes out of it. Growth can erase past sins, and even if it doesn’t it will enhance the future. There is always a light at the end of the tunnel.

Strength:

Courage is not the absence of fear but the awareness that something else is more important. – Stephen covey

Truthful Perspective

Codyp — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 04:29:20 +0000

The problem with truth is that, we only have a piece of it. We only know what we know, and we will never know any other perspective. Our view will continue to evolve, and our perspective will change; however it will never truly be shared. We will never know the whole truth, and that is a humbling thought. Its like looking up at the stars; what we are is a particle, what we know is a particle.

I try to share the truth I know, but you only get it the moment I have left it. By the time you have read this, I am already moving on to the next thought. Certain beliefs always have stayed the same and stood the test of time, maybe this one will. Yet you will not know. I do not know. What do we know?

I know what it means to dance on the moon and freeze the water that sits.

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Jaded

Codyp — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 02:32:47 +0000

Why are so many people jaded in this world? I can understand now, its because other jaded people make sense when you are in the position to hear it. What I find odd about it all, is that these people with little hope or dreams; they aren’t happy. However its deeper than that, its not just that they have no drive to get anywhere; that in the end doesn’t really matter (to a degree), its that they don’t believe life has anything good left for them. These “realists” aren’t really looking at reality, they are looking at a distorted view of it. They may not realize it, but they are not just acknowledging the off chance something bad or different will happen; they are convinced that the odds are against them. How are you suppose to fight for your happiness if you believe that the chance isn’t at all in your favor; or that life will try and stop it all it can.

There are two parts to magic;
1. Believe in what you want and remain positive
2. Set your life up so it has the greatest chance of happening.

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Collective Conscience

Codyp — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 01:35:49 +0000

I have a major belief in the collective conscience, and subscribe to the idea that we create our own reality. In short the idea is that all our minds are connected together creating what we perceive as reality. One mind can’t change the world, since the whole world is is creating itself. However one mind can influence the world. I just had a thought, maybe the world is so messed up because we have constant brain stimulation. From tv to internet and everything in between, there is no real time for day dreaming and imagination. Maybe its the lack of these thoughts that further progress us to a positive future. As I spend less time on the computer and more time focusing on myself, I find myself having the same type of thoughts I had in school when I was not paying attention. Maybe I am continuing where I left off.

Jaded

Power Struggle

Codyp — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 06:11:59 +0000

The power of influence and the influence of power are compelling. As a man I must possess both traits, yet I must be humble. I must remain calm and only exercise the power in ways that benefit myself and others in a positive way. I wrote before that maturity has no place in determining some ones knowledge and brains. I still believe that is true, however maturity does have incredible control over some ones wisdom and intellect. How have I come to this conclusion? Before I could set no standard of maturity, but now I know that there is one some level for at least males. I would hate to be deemed sexist in anyway, but I have to admit differences when they appear and I can not see any maturity standard for women. However I could not see it for males until recently. So I may very well discover for myself that new standard. When I say standard, I do not mean it is well defined but it is very much universal. To not gain this maturity is very dangerous and can cause dysfunction, depression, confusion, and a lot of let downs in life for a male. And our culture is so messed up, probably because there is no defining characteristics associated with growing up from boy to man. And even worse no defining line of when that is.

With out the defining transition, it is very hard to discover power. Power which is crucial to the male psyche. So we find it in inhumane and troubled ways. Some of us don’t even go looking..

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The devil walked in on me

Codyp — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 23:54:54 +0000

As I walked upon the sun, the brightness of my soul was dimmed by the fire. The competition to shine was fierce. I sought out so much but at the same time nothing, my sacred mistake. The alignment of the planets casted a shadow, we all walked in the dark. Every single one of us was blind and uncertain of direction. As the continuous dark of the night spread through our spirits, the cold air ran through our blood. It was all we knew, we knew not the warmth of the sun, I so boldly walked upon. The order of events are fuzzy, and I lack the memory to bring them up. The vomit of life had developed no sort of immunity to these chemical reactions. This thought process remains unclear, and even I do not know what I am talking about. The subtle quakes of pain erupt from thoughts of future events, which prevent me from developing past memories into present ideas. There is no now, there is only then and there. Physical places that are unattainable and intangible to anyone. So let me settle a bet, in a universe where everything depended on chance and chance was controlled by thought. If in this world I tossed a quarter and called out heads or tails, would you have faith in me?

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The nature of a rainbow

Codyp — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 01:36:19 +0000

If we look at our life’s as paths or roads, I have a new concept. Most roads are not visible past the horizon. They have not all been traveled before, but a lot of them have been ventured and seem rather well cut and clear. Lets say you are traveling down a path you are not meant to travel, how is that changed? Especially if you are fine with the path you are taking because it seems secure in the moment.

How would a proposed god (definition undefined), change the structure of life just to fix what should not be. Its offered as a rainbow, a bridge from one path to another. Rainbows can appear out of nowhere, or can be seen from a distance. If they are seen from a distance it is a planned change to a degree. If its not a planned change, we should consider it an intervention. From far off you see these rainbows and they are beautiful. But if you don’t see the rainbow, it is a confusing array of colors blinding you as you move indefinably from one path to another. You can ignore the rainbow and continue down the path, or you can blindly follow the light, which at the time may be considered a nightmare. The length of a rainbow could never be specific or well defined on where its ending. Lets say I am in the middle of a rainbow, and it is a nightmare. Will I continue on the new path and see the beautiful rainbow behind me?

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