jumping_spider

So here we are all chatting away at the girls, about the girls, about eachother and our selves. Is this electronic communication real? Or are you all just the multiple algorithims of some vast super computer who rules the universe with an iron fist. Am I insane. How many of you out their really think that we aill make a difference in our lives. The only difference I see as worth striving for. . .is the happiness of myself and my friends. My parents are the epitome of white upper middle class small town east coast americans. I hate them sometimes for their choice of ignorance. And yet all the knowledge about how fucked up the world is does me no good. And then I look at my cat or at a jumping spider leaping and hunting the juicy flies through life. . .and I am happy, against all logic I am happy and content for a moment. But that is all life really is, right? One long extended moment. I play my games and try to be kind to people. I try to find someone to love and try to keep from becoming homeless or a soundbite on the 6'oclock news. . .involving the death of many rich fuck tourists and my own death at the hands of portllands finest. And you know what? I still believ in God. . .I still believe this is just a moment in eternioty. And after were dead I will meet you all in the ever after and we will laugh about all of this. But until then, peace and love to all of you strange and wonderouse creatures. Peace and love.