"If you walk so quietly, you will never make it home again." -doublethinks-
Let's try something quality. I want to solder pieces of car bumpers and twist them like broken fingers of a liar. I'll paint them with squares of scarlett, topaz, prussian blue, and white in a frenzic orgy of dancing colour. Factory grey will be my home.
I will shit in beautifully designed water pipes and call it, 'modern approach'.
You'll tell me what you think, and of course I'll care. I'll explain myself as though there was orginal intent, just to add a little spice.
But really I'm not sure what I'm talking about. I care, I care, I care, I care about what I do. How could I not?
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the other day I was thinking.
Yes, what a terrible thing to do. Thinking is regurgatation. It has nothing to do with understanding.
I came to an understanding within an amusing collision of ideas. I once read, not long ago, that every creature with a vertebret suffers from it's weakness.
....a bad idea to move to oxygen, though clearly it wasn't a choice.
I know there isnt' a god of any sort. God kills, religion kills; religiousness is key. God is afraid of the dark.
If we are made in god's image, then god must lack imagination.
God doesn't exist because we have spines.
Did homo sapiens start the long journey towards language because they wanted to complain about their backs? I think so.
I once heard of a paper where the central thesis was that homo sapiens developed language because, we are egotistical and wanted to feel better than other creatures.
Let's try something quality. I want to solder pieces of car bumpers and twist them like broken fingers of a liar. I'll paint them with squares of scarlett, topaz, prussian blue, and white in a frenzic orgy of dancing colour. Factory grey will be my home.
I will shit in beautifully designed water pipes and call it, 'modern approach'.
You'll tell me what you think, and of course I'll care. I'll explain myself as though there was orginal intent, just to add a little spice.
But really I'm not sure what I'm talking about. I care, I care, I care, I care about what I do. How could I not?
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the other day I was thinking.
Yes, what a terrible thing to do. Thinking is regurgatation. It has nothing to do with understanding.
I came to an understanding within an amusing collision of ideas. I once read, not long ago, that every creature with a vertebret suffers from it's weakness.
....a bad idea to move to oxygen, though clearly it wasn't a choice.
I know there isnt' a god of any sort. God kills, religion kills; religiousness is key. God is afraid of the dark.
If we are made in god's image, then god must lack imagination.
God doesn't exist because we have spines.
Did homo sapiens start the long journey towards language because they wanted to complain about their backs? I think so.
I once heard of a paper where the central thesis was that homo sapiens developed language because, we are egotistical and wanted to feel better than other creatures.