Rodly Edwards - 1949-2010

Rodly Edwards passed away following a long battle Thursday April 1st, 2010, in his 61st year. Rodly will be sorely missed by his pre-deceased sister in-law Edward, his wife Carlos, his loving grandson Edward, and his two children, Rodly and Carlos.

From the stars flow the streams flows the blood of our youth, through the echoes of time which stand as bold sentiments; pillars for who you really were. You kept the ceiling from crashing down, and you were always there for us in spirit... you still are. R.I.P. Rodly.

Donations to the Rodly Center For Rodsearch are appreciated. Please do not send flowers. A brief service will be held at the Carward Family Funeral Home on 61st St., at the corner of Love and Injustice, at 19:49 PM. A smaller family service will be held at the Edwards home following at 20:10 PM.

Girls

Every day in every city there's somebody like this. You think of them as girls trapped in cages, locked away in cellars crying and dirty, scrubbed off with hoses before being matted with sweat and dirt by old men in small rooms. These girls go to school, and they are friends with your daughter, and they hang out and they never tell. These girls have friends and a life and they keep their secret because they so often love their pimps. They might even get hurt for their pimp, do drugs for their pimp, die for their pimp. During the day they fall asleep in class and the teachers are worried they might be having troubles at home, but nothing is really done. At night they're awake until 3 AM being fucked by men they met moments earlier, aroused from sleep by their fathers or their "boyfriends" for a money making opportunity.

Blakely Gordoner

Born to his mother, he grew from his yard. He learned to play sports and he met all the world. As his world grew, he entered school and took his seat in the adult section at church. He made friends and learned the word of God, and as school progressed he played sports in gym and on the field as well. The people from Blakely's church would come to cheer him on, and it was only when Blakely scored that they really let loose. They had the spirit of the Lord, not of the game, and they were there for the gains of their friend to show cheer and compassion.

So it was with great sadness that Blakely's family announced the passing of their dearest, nearest son, Blakely Gordoner, brother to Bardley Gordoner. He had passed in the night from a misconception, and for a moment he was more than a dream. It was that life for love that Blakely became, and his move from a dream into the real world was what set him apart. For an instant, Blakely was truly alive. A brief service was held at the Blakely's Great Memory Funeral Home, followed by a traditional burial service at the Blakely's Home Now Cemetery up on the East Blakely Ridge where the trail of trees continues long past town's end. A memorial service was later held with food and prayer at the Blakely's Good Church, and this was where his mother fell. When Blakely's mother fell, his father fell too, and with nothing left to tether onto, Bardley fell as well. Not even a dream; a memorial for no one. It was Blakely's last game, and he was buried near the center line, where so many other dreams are put to rest before they're ever really alive.

R.I.P. Blakely Gordoner - 1992-2010 ~ You were our shining star, the son of a sun. Now as the eclipse passes over, and the moon moves past the hillside, we wish you love and luck down the trail to wherever you may go. WE MISS YOU BLAKELY!

Catch Them Pedophiles

Okay, so your average female hits their peak physical attractiveness at about 17, right? And a guy hits his at roughly 40, so lucky guys. Knowing this, we can then assume that if a woman, regardless of her age, sits at a 17 degree angle, that will be the most attractive that woman can be. For men, this is a 40 degree angle. So like, adjust your chairs guys. Using this logic, it should be extremely obvious how this knowledge can be used to catch pedophiles. All you need to do is seat full grown men and woman at extremely low angles and wait to see who bites. Anyone who finds the bait more attractive while they're sitting at a 10 degree angle is a pedophile, simple as that.

No children get involved this way. Nobody gets hurt.

Small Time

Small time people such as hobos tend to age faster because they're forced into a crux of time where time itself is smaller, thus limiting their lives and making them age faster as they travel across the band of life at a quicker pace. During times of economic crisis, as people become poorer, more people are stuffed into small time, inflating it until it can no longer hold people (inflation), and thus it essentially explodes and flings them across the band of life as if it's a rubber band and makes them rich and wealthy again.

During these periods, pockets of Small Time Heroes appears, as people learn that there is more to wealth than money. These mentally wealthy people are still in Small Time, but they are in pockets of Large Time within Small Time, allowing them to pass influence in between pockets as if in between dimensions, thus passing on their mental wealth to others. This is how mental wealth will eventually proceed to become the dominant form of wealth, as various economic crises force people into Small Time and Small Time Heroes make them mentally wealthy. It is God's way of attempting to reform us. Pockets in time like change in your pocket.

The Girl Who Will Die Alone

Just looking at her, you can practically tell the future. She's going to die from a congenital heart defect at age 15 and her parents will be devastated. Years of bullying and ignoring will be put aside and her enemies and passers by will suddenly be her posthumous best friends. For two months she will be all anybody talks about and then she'll fade away and be forgotten by everyone. Her parents will die angry.

After Care.

Some people believe we have will over the afterlife. Others believe there's nothing we can do to change what happens when we die. The thing I don't understand is that almost all religious believers have this sort of semi-conscious belief that the afterlife is going to make sense. That it will follow a more human set of rules rather than a natural set of rules. After being born into this world where absolutely nothing makes sense and there's endless discovery and pain and misery and etc. etc... Why don't we learn from that? If we're going to be born into a new life, why is it suddenly so controlled? All these pictures of Heaven and Hell show controlled places run by beings, and the afterlife is more of a consequence than a continuation. I'd be a lot less surprised if the afterlife was some breath of ash we're sworn into after death. Some other reality where people have to figure everything out again and where things just plain make no sense without the infinite recurrance of thought, and where there is no absolute yes or no.