Cell Phone Reality Check

Im sorry, I believe I have the wrong number!

An ode to the scariest weapon in the world, the cell phone in your pocket.

World leaders sell missiles cheap… Supplying anyone on the map… Used to be a chosen few… Now bundled in an app… Pocket sized super computer… Rules meant to bend… Anything that receives… Can ultimately send…

If the space shuttles systems… Were Atari like… Then our cellular phones… Could launch military strikes… Reach out and touch you… With my nuclear breath… My chemical payload… Will make you wish for death…

Video games train soldiers… And phones rot your brain… A deadly combination… Making people insane… Out of touch with you… Out of touch with me… Out of touch with the world… Yet your to blind to see…

The mark of the beast… Is right in your pocket… The launch control… Of a three stage rocket… Most will try to run… And most will die tired… Once the nuclear kiss… Has ultimately been fired…

Three dimensional printers… Can print weapon parts… Mans mechanical mind fuck… Is where it all starts… Modify old weapons… Like a killing mysticist… While I carry around… My iAstrophysicist…

We are the sole manufacturers… Of our own demise… The next step… In our digital surprise… The next attack… Won’t come from a rocket… It will come from the device… Nestled right in your pocket…

and my pocket – chriscondello

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An Evolution Manifesto

So man made bullets… Then who put your name on it?.. God?.. Buddha?.. Natural selection?.. And if something like life can be so great… Why is it so short?.. I find solace in nature… No being controls my life… No one thing… Just me… Fighting natural selection… Fighting your God… Fighting your Buddha… Fighting with me…

Who chooses who lives and dies?.. God?.. Man?.. Nature?.. All of the above?.. Or are they all just easier to relate when we attribute them to a higher power?..  I often wonder if religion is just an ages old method of making people be good… If you are good you will go to heaven… If you are bad you will get poked by red guys with pitchforks… While you burn in a pit of sulfur… Genius…

I would rather believe nature chooses… Natural selection… Only the strong survive… I find it logical… And I find it reasonable… But they are both only theories… Evolution… Creation… Neither has been proven… The big bang and creation seem similar to me… Who cares… Means nothing to me… Right here… Right now… What I immediately see…

People are hungry… People are cold… People are desperately breaking the mold… Small people do great things… Put them together nature sings… Sings a song for you and me… Sings a song from land and sea…

Life is so short… But can be so profound… Change one… Change a million… Makes no difference… Just make a difference…

making a difference in one persons life is saving the world – chriscondello

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Apology To No One

I lash out with my fist… My natural reaction is to fight… I Just can’t resist… But I’m rarely right… My conflict is constant… Wars fought within… You are my casualty… Yet you always win…

My own worst enemy… Means to an end… Many times I’m told… I’m hardly a friend…

Who am I?.. I’m trying to have fun… I’m a struggling artist… I’m really no one…

A no one learning to live… And learning to write… Living a crushed dream… Living to fight…

We all get grumpy… We all get sad… You know what’s sad?.. People who get mad…

Mad at you… And mad at me… Mad for reasons… That only they see…

Not cool enough… Not the real deal… I hate the phrase… Your not “real”…

A friend is a friend… And a like a like… I’ve yet to find the button… For a sarcastic sike…

The like button for me… Is a friendly hello… Like I’d do on my street… With a strange fellow…

Not meant to bother… Not meant to annoy… A simple handshake… An extension of joy…

Looking for role models… And searching for friends… I fear I’ll be alone… When the world ends…

I am now unconditional… We all make mistakes… We are simply human… Every standard breaks…

Every person breaks… Every person can learn… But crush someones dreams… And your karma will burn…

don’t sweat the dumb shit – chriscondello

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Preston Freshly

It holds down the right side… Of my WordPress reader… Top of the class… Best of the best…

I strive to beat you… I long to be you…

Two short months… We have been friends… Now I’m here to learn… But every lesson ends…

Every lesson ends… But lessons never end…

From life to literature… Science to sci-fi… Words I never knew… Styles and structure…

You are my teacher… And I am your student…

One day this Preston guy… Preston Freshly that’s Pressed for short… Will venture to my neck of the cyber woods… To sit on a log…

And read my blog… And wonder if I’m good enough…

Don’t press me… Don’t you dare press me… But if you do… Please press me freshly…

thankful for all of you, my teachers – chriscondello

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Feel The Love Of CHRISmas

I like to consider myself a problem solver… And apparently there’s a little issue with that pesky Jebus guy poking his head into our holidays… I mean… When I think “peace on earth”—I think of the federal government!.. Don’t you…

Joy to the United Nations… All I Want For Christmas Is An Intercontinental Ballistic Missile… Do You Fear What I Fear… Romney The No Man… I could go on and on…

Though I am not religious in any form… I am a man who appreciates tradition… I enjoy the relation Christmas has to the church… I don’t know why they are related… I don’t really care… That’s how I was raised… And for me Christmas is the one time of year that I think really hard about going to church… Maybe even toss a few bucks in one of those baskets… The baskets that are attached to six-foot poles… Jebus must have had a swimming pool… Why the hell else would he have pool skimmers in his house?..

What about the manger scenes placed around communities… The one we used to visit had real people in it… Great holiday memory… What I don’t get is why?.. Why all of a sudden does everyone have a problem with Christmas relating to Christianity?.. And even more importantly… Is there a compromise?.. Of course there is!..

I would like to officially propose that we drop the “T” in Christmas… That’s right… We could solve the entire problem with the elimination of one letter… CHRISmas will be a merry holiday… A holiday to celebrate all of the great people named Chris… But mostly me… You will not get presents… You will “get to” give them to me… And I… I in turn will scoff… Because your gift will never compare to the gift I am about to receive… My very own Holiday… Sweet!..

merry chrismas to all — and to all a good night – chriscondello

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