the beautiful thing about life is mystery.
you think you have something figured out
you take the chance to explore said chance.
you free yourself from obligations to have
the oppurtunity. So you try to get the exploration
into gear only to realize now that you are free
the exploration has been cancelled. somethings
are better left alone. mystery is what keeps you
coming back. mystery is the understanding that
when you cross a certain point of knowledge you
lose the naivety and you feel the pain. the apple in
the garden so to speak. Now you know death. Now
you know pain. The quest to gain knowledge or
experience something new, or make sure that
something is right is inevitably going to result in the
loss of something and the gain of something you
didn't want pain, or whatever. I've come to realize
something. I'm fucking stoopid.
-fuck
p.s. fuck!!!!!
nugget of joy-
"FUCK"
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i was at the movies with matt, aka d-d-d-deusche bag, when u called. so what's going on, J? have u had an epiphany? well i'll give u a call later and find out. Love ya, you fuck!
"I don't care what you do!!! I don't care if you cover yourself in peanut butter and have a 15-hooker gang bang!!!"