Me+Helium

For the record. I said I wanted a romantic poem simply because it would sound that much better with my nasally high voice. Not for any other reason. Just. Still please do be friends with me after watching this.

Imagination. No really.

This is not hilarious. This is not funny. I was actually serious. I wrote this the preceding summer (date as written on notebook 7-10-12) at 12:15 a.m. I thought it was kind of interesting. Totally unedited, so bad grammar. Mispellings, maybe even.

Imagination is like a shot of caffeine. Or even a freight train. I could never describe it in such a catch phrase, though, because as its meaning exists, to really capture it requires a more in-depth dealing.
Maybe it's something of a nature that acts to be always good, like vitamin C, more the better. But as it continues (or you do) it seems just so easily gone awry. Maybe even Lucifer got a bout which propeled his pride to the heights or depths of damnation. But there it is again. One can spend several years agonizing over the effort to find the answer to analyzing  materiel, like in Omnibus. Some just do extensive research on/in the books, and get an answer this way. But the real point of such excercises are to make you to always think in a way that allows you to have a question put about any reasonable thing, and be able to imaginatively connect the perhaps unknown question back to something you know, thus learning a legitimate realation of facts, or at least, probable observations. That way, you can command any conceivably called-for bit of knowledge, relating it in terms you know. That is the endpoint of education. Or one of them
However, it is possible to use this imagination, as I call it, too far along. It is not as if some genius had surpassed the end of education and gone further; it is rather that there had been some devisive, but not  uncorrectable wrong-going, a new turn, like that of a train switching tracks before its destination. It is the point that one unaware or on purpose opens his imagination under the guise of becoming even more learned, and envelopes ALL things, throws away God-given preconceived barriers in his mind, and ASSUMES that ALL THINGS can, and MUST be related, connected, grown together. This is actually not even the deepest problem. All things are connected, because there is One Who made all things. But God's completeness, who can truly fathom? To fathom all of God's creation would not be to know all of God, because He is ever so much more and greater than his creation, but He and His Glories are so far above men that in every expression of them they are too high for men to know all of. Ever bit is so much. When our minds work towards understanding and connecting/completing everything, we automatically are incapable of fully and truthfully doing so. (Not in original, but I just thought. Maybe that's why so many secular philosophers went mad.)  At this, we use whatever small aptfulness God has lent us and wildly invent, justifying any and everything by useless and outre explanations. I believe that this sin, particularly can lead to anything, anything at all. Romans: "Gave them over to their sins, and their foolish hearts were darkened." (that was written in the margin. Just as reported. paraphrase, obviously, and no particular reference.) With a mind that can say that all things are permissable, beneficial, needed, and so on, and back it up, who can can argue? this is man without God's backbone, rigid and instrumental in every situation. If you're grounded, determined by His Word, the constraints of natural bonds are held, and you can only see all things in the way that they Truly are, as made by their creator.

The end. That was quite a long thing. But that was all of it. At night my mind just flows better. It doesn't express itself the best, but it does flow.

AGAIN! The second Lily and Aaron Video

THIS SECOND ONE. EVEN STRANGER.

Funny time with Aaron and Lily

THIS IS THE LILY AND AARON AWESOME RANDOM VIDEO. It's what we do when home alone. ENJOY.

And after that. The end.

This is another of Mom's favorites.

And this is mine. Can't tell why....Rain/mist, castle, and mountain.

Canopy. This was the way to the Chateau de Versailles.

I think that it's funny how 90% or more of the pictures of Jeremiah are of him in this ecstatic excited happy mood with this same almost silly grin on his mug. It made me laugh.

Breath. Taking.

Funny little mini-playground with a bunny animal on a coil RIGHT outside of Notre Dame.

Whoa.

Cray Cray. It goes into the sky.

This is another of Mom's favorites.

I...can sense his mode of death. MURDER. BY BEHEADING! Brilliant, Holmes.

For some reason, this face reminds me of, "FLINT LOCKWOOOOOOD! THIS CONTACT REPRESENT YOU! AND MY EYE REPRESENT MY EYE!" That character.

LOUD STREET

A smaller version.

John the Baptist's head on a platter. I think of Anton Ego wanting Linguini's heart in Ratatouille  when I see this.

On the vein of weird smells, you should check out this amulate! GRODY TO THE MAX

WHAT IS THIS? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? Nearly scared the pants off of me.

We do like seeing stone men being killed by stone lions. At least from the back, since the lion went after the clothes first.

If I were that ugly, I'd wonder about the meaning of life too.

His view for the last 800 years.

SO MUCH ENERGY. He's gonna scale the entire way to the tower, and skip the stairs.

My my. These grapes are to die for. And these two gargoyles were made into a postcard.

This is the last of mom's favorites. He is an orc. REALLY TRULY I KID YOU NOT.

And that is all.

This is next.

Getting crazy.

This is the shot mom said was good. LUCK.

Some sort of pretty thing. And a cloud.

TEACEPTION. It's Scottish tea made by an English company in French. And it has Grace's head. And shoulder. Like Dandruff Shampoo.

Chandeliers in the hall of mirrors. Almost as good as the Winter Formal's ball room.

WOOOO! WE FOUND THE DIRTY OLE KING LOUIS OUT! HE HAD HER UP ON HIS BEDROOM WALL!

SAME DEAL! He sure luuuurrrvvveeess the ladies.

OH MY DARLING URNS. Who cares about the stone bust in the middle of the king?

EVEN BETTER URNS! MY LOVES!

Charlemagne. I promise I wasn't trying to see up his robes.

My shirt decided it was time to make my bellybutton famous. Who am I to argue?

Yes, this comes in parts too.

These, believe it or not, are more pictures. The pictures take by ME on MY camera. I'm also sending 3 of these in for the HSLDA photo contest, because Mom said a few were really good. Which proves that even people like me get dumb luck with photography sometimes.

Cheers, and enjoy.

Freakishly crowded room. With lights on top. Nothing to see here.

Back in the B.C.s there was nuclear activity.

AN URN! I LIKE 'EM CHUNKY.

Thought that we'd be best buds.

My friend, there dost seem to be some strange scent hereabouts and therein thy general face and nasal regions.

Etherworldy swan, and matching guy.

Horrible picture, but I liked it anyway. Jeremiah's back of head makes it.

Colosseum.

PRINGOOOALS. With Paprika. Surrounded by the drab usuality.

The Roof of the Pantheon in Rome. Little dark, but THERE'S A HOLE IN THE ROOF!

However long I lie here in the sun, naked, NO PART OF ME GETS ANY DARKER? WHAT MUST I DO?

The beauty of this was so much. Note the espresso. Yes, they always come that full. You only need a little bit.

Some old river and buildings.

Oh, and it looks like only one of the "good" pictures made it on here.

FINAL PART (8) Europe Pics

I'm now gasping. This is the finallll stretch.

IT'S SO CURVY I'M GONNA DIE

YOYOYO, 'Sup. Just hangin on the 387 tightly winding stairs to the tip top of the tower of Notre Dame.

BEAM. That's right, grace.

This was Jeremiah's very favorite thing. Understandably. He didn't want to leave, but we did this VERY last, so maybe it'll stick in the ole mind a bit better.

Grumpy Elephant Gargoyle.

Hellhound eating a dude's head.

IT RINGS IF YOU HIT IT HARD WITH A HAND!

tall. really tall. Big bell. Nice bell.

BUDS. We and the Bell. Well, we're tight. Like two crossed fingers.

Totally looks like...

The view from the top. Yes, that's the Eiffel Tower in the distance.

NEAT cross and other tower.

We made it down, and I photobombed her. That was the absolute maximum lenght of time she could stand up for the rest of the day. Sitting or staggering the rest of the way.

I could've gone for hours.

Mmm. maybe him too. Only cause it was his favorite, though.

Nope. Carried her.

FINAL PIC. The flying buttresses from above.

THE END. Hope you enjoyed seeing it as well as we enjoyed doing it. Or at least as comparitively much as could be hoped for.