NEW BUTTON / ADVENTURES IN HTML

This is the image for my new button that Ive just placed in the side bar to the right. I've never really done anything in HTML before. I found it to be challenging, but fun. Its like learning a new language that is completely alien. Being that I could not get google to host my image on a URL, ( on account that I'm obviously not bright enough to figure it out ) I placed the picture in this post first and used its URL from this blog. Hopefully i did everything correctly and it works. I have plenty of brilliant friends who could have done this in their sleep and are probably laughing at how I'm proud over figuring this all out. I also messed with the HTML of my blog tittle and discription in order to center it, over having the text rest to the left. I know its not much, but I figured it out all on my own and I'm thrilled to have taught myself something new. I look forward to learning more on how to customize my blog outside of the templates that blogger provides. Hopefully I wont screw anything up too bad. Anyway, as they say on blogs such as this one...GRAB MY BUTTON...and I will be sure to do the same for you. Thanks. 

THE NOT SO FUNNIES

HERE IS A CARTOON I WORKED LONG AND HARD ON (ABOUT THREE MINUTES) IN OPPOSITION TO ALL THE STUPID CARTOONIST DRAWINGS OF CHRISTOPHER HITCHENS (ATHEIST) STANDING OUTSIDE THE PEARLY GATES OF HEAVEN, NOW AT THE MERCY OF ST. PETER. IF ONLY I COULD GET PAID WHAT SOME OF THESE "FUNNIES ARTIST" DO FOR BEING SO PREDICTABLE.



CHRISTOPHER HITCHENS 1949 - 2011

THERE IS NOTHING I COULD EVER SAY THAT WOULD BE FIT FOR A MAN WHO WOULD HAVE SAID IT BETTER. SO I'LL LEAVE IT AT THAT. FAREWELL.

“The only position that leaves me with no cognitive dissonance is atheism. It is not a creed. Death is certain, replacing both the siren-song of Paradise and the dread of Hell. Life on this earth, with all its mystery and beauty and pain, is then to be lived far more intensely: we stumble and get up, we are sad, confident, insecure, feel loneliness and joy and love. There is nothing more; but I want nothing more.”
                                                       
                                          ~ Christopher Hitchens                                                                                                               

BACK TO THE WAKEFUL WORLD

EVERY NIGHT I SEE YOU IN DREAMS.
I FLOAT AGAINST ALL THE SPECTRAL MATTER OF MEMORY,
FIGHTING THE MIRAGES OF AFTERTHOUGHTS.
I BREAK PAST THE BARRICADES OF SUBCONSCIOUS RECALL,
IN A CLOUDY SHIFT THROUGH ENDLESS LABYRINTHS OF SIMPLE FEARS THAT HAVE SOMEHOW GAINED NIGHTMARISH POWER.
I ALWAYS REALIZE THAT IM DREAMING IN THE MOMENT THAT I SEE YOU.
I CAN ONLY MAKE OUT PIECES OF YOU.
YOUR FACE IS ALWAYS CLEAR TO ME, BUT THE REST OF YOUR BODY MATERIALIZES FROM ITS UNCARNATE FORM,ONLY WHEN I DON'T LOOK DIRECTLY AT IT.
I TRY TO WRAP MY ARMS AROUND YOU. AS IF CATCHING WIND, MY ARMS FIND NOTHING.
I TRY AGAIN, AND AGAIN. THE MORE I TRY, I FIND THAT YOU GAIN ANOTHER STATE OF SOLID.
LIKE A MIST TURNED TO LIQUID, TURNED TO ICE.
I FINALLY GRASP YOUR ENTIRE ENTITY ,AND LIKE THE ICE, YOU ARE COLD.
THE DREAM BECOMES REAL TO ME.
I CAN FEEL MYSELF SLEEPING IN MY BED, BUT I KNOW I AM, IN THAT MOMENT, IN MORE PLACES THEN ONE. STILL HOLDING YOU TIGHT, I SCREAM TO MYSELF, "WAKE UP!"
WITH THE HOPES THAT IF I HOLD YOU TIGHT ENOUGH I CAN CARRY YOU OUT OF MY MIND, BACK TO THE WAKEFUL WORLD.
IN ALL MY EFFORTS, BATTLING THE UNCANNY ELEMENTS OF HELL LIKE DREAMS, YOU SOFTLY SPEAK THIS RIDDLE INTO MY EAR,
"LET ME GO NOW BROTHER. THIS IS ONLY A DREAM. OF THE WAKEFUL WORLD I SPEAK. ONLY A DREAM. ONLY A DREAM. ALL LIFE IS ILLUSION. ONLY A DREAM. MATTER BEYOND MATTER. WE ARE THE BONDS OF THE UNIVERSES OVER. ONLY A DREAM. ONLY A DREAM. NOT A PIECE MISSING, JUST MATTER UNSEEN. YOU HAVE I AS I HAVE YOU, ETERNAL. ONE IN THE SAME, ETERNAL. MATTER UNSEEN. ANTI PHYSICAL ENERGY, DARK AND UNSEEN. EXPANSION OF INFINITY. ONLY A DREAM. ONLY A DREAM. TIME CANNOT KEEP US. ALL DIMENSIONS ARE LOST. ONLY A DREAM. GO BACK TO YOUR WORLD. UNDERSTAND. THE FRAGMENTS OF ME YOU STILL SEE, ARE NOTHING BUT THE PAST REVISITED. ONLY A DREAM. LET ME GO NOW BROTHER."
I WAKE UP.
MY ARMS EXTENDED INTO THE AIR.
I FEEL COLD.
THE TINY HAIRS OF MY EAR STILL TINGLE FROM YOUR VOICE.
TEARS FILL MY EYES.
IT ALL FEELS SO REAL.
I WRITE DOWN WHAT I CAN REMEMBER.
EACH TIME THE DREAM REOCCURS, I REMEMBER TO LISTEN. EACH TIME I FILL IN THE BLANKS OF PARTS FORGOTTEN. EACH TIME, WISHING YOU WERE HERE WITH ME, ALIVE.
IM DOING MY BEST TO LET YOU GO.
I LOVE YOU BROTHER.

LIFE:

A CONVICTION AT CONCEPTION TO SERVE A SENTENCE OF EXISTENCE, RESTRICTED TO OUR CELLS, ISOLATED TO THE SOLITARY CONFINEMENT OF OUR MINDS. A TERM MEASURED FROM OUR FIRST HEART BEAT TO OUR LAST BREATH. WE ALL MUST DO OUR TIME ALONE. IT IS WHAT WE DO WITH THIS TIME THAT DEFINES WHAT FREEDOMS WE ARE GRANTED. FOR IN LIFE'S PRISON, YOU ARE BOTH PRISONER AND WARDEN. YOU HOLD THE POWER TO CONTROL YOUR LIBERTIES. THOUGH, SOLID THE LIMITATIONS MAY BE THAT FORM THE BARS OF YOUR MIND AND HIGH ARE THE FENCES OF REALITY, SEPARATING YOU FROM THE FREEDOM OF DREAMS, IT IS WITHIN ONES SELF TO FIND THE KEY TO UNLOCK ALL ILLUSIVE BARRIERS AND NEVER FORGET... A CAGED MAN IS FREE, SO LONG AS HE REFUSES TO OBEY THE BARS THAT BIND.