What's on your mind son?

Reoccurring.

sethcwilliams — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 22:24:11 +0000

Last night I had a dream,We were inseparably entwined,

Like a piece of rope made of two pieces of vine.

Held together, holding each other

With no one else in mind.

Like two atoms in a molecule,

inseparably combined.

-Thanks Noah

Nature v. Nurture

sethcwilliams — Thu, 27 Aug 2009 03:03:36 +0000

Nurture wins. We are not born a certain way. We are conditioned and made into one thing or another. Nobody is born with anger issues, nobody is born gay, and nobody is born with their parents’, grandparents’, or great grandparents’ problems (excluding medical conditions). Don’t get me wrong, certain behaviors are based on genes, such as hair and eyes, and even some mannerisms, but these aren’t things that mold us as people.

“Give me a dozen healthy infants, well-formed, and my own specified world to bring them up in, and I’ll guarantee to take anyone at random and train him to become any type of specialist I select-doctor, lawyer, artist- regardless of his talents, penchants, tendencies, vocations, abilities, and race of his ancestors” –John B. Watson

On a totally different note; Arby’s, stars, wal-mart, and newberry= perfect date. Who knew?

Hard to come by

sethcwilliams — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 15:47:51 +0000

Weekends like this past one rarely happen. Amazing. Swimming, picnics, 500 days of summer, district 9 (so i spent a few hours in a movie theater. so what?), sleeping in. This needs to happen every weekend. Maybe switch the movies up.

It’s only two hours…

sethcwilliams — Thu, 20 Aug 2009 00:39:49 +0000

An hour each way, and we can have our own taste of Mexico. Not as exotic…but it’s ours.

, Second chances

sethcwilliams — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 23:50:44 +0000

My life has been one complete and total screw up, followed by something completely redemptive. No more screw ups.

“We all have big chances in our lives that are more or less a second chance.” –The man, Harrison Ford

I miss my childhood…

sethcwilliams — Mon, 17 Aug 2009 03:25:05 +0000

Top 5 things I miss about my childhood:

1.Jumping on the trampoline, and never being able to wash the black stuff off of your skin afterwards.

2.Chasing the ice cream truck down the street.

3. Sitting in the one window booth Joe’s Ice Cream Parlor has to offer, and watching the trains pass by.

4. Climbing down into manholes with Alvin and Shane Paul

and last of all…

5. Just getting absolutely muddy. I mean mud so thick it takes a scrubbing pad and clorox to get it off of your skin.

I will do all 5 of these things before September the 16th. I promise.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood…

sethcwilliams — Sun, 16 Aug 2009 23:08:10 +0000

“More than any other time in history, man faces a crossroads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly.”

-Woody Allen

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edisto in the spring

sethcwilliams — Sun, 16 Aug 2009 04:20:31 +0000

two years. or so. give or take a few months.

This is the first day of my life,

I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you.

Kopecky Family Band

sethcwilliams — Sat, 15 Aug 2009 04:03:35 +0000

Saw my cousin play at the channel tonight in the Kopecky Family Band. It was an absolutely incredible show. Fun show. Fun people. And a good time was had by all. Listen to that Kopecky. Click here.

“I don’t like your embraces. They warm me too much. I don’t like your call. Your voice seems too close”.

Fighting the current. Always.

sethcwilliams — Fri, 14 Aug 2009 07:37:18 +0000

writing some stuff earlier. came out all wrong.

I am a martyr on this vessel made of stone. Sinking faster in my sin, I know I’ll die out here alone. These cement blocks discover ocean’s depths. My lungs fill with water, my head, hallucinations of life before the war. And I roar into battle, this pen’s replaced my sword.

I can’t help but see the faces of my dear old loved ones. Screaming right into the face of death. Singing, “Take you not this son of mine, he has so much left to do.” Death seems to heed their cries of love because the gates of hell are sealed, and my fate has been revealed. And the martyr sings,

Bring close the children with ears on fire, I’ve got so much to preach.

Listen to these dried out sailor’s tales, cause you will one day teach.