Music: Garbage
Mood: Suffering from bliss
Too many issues in my life are still unresolved. Resolutions would bring me some kind of continuity. I have to find an answer.
Its sick, but I apparently Im only happy when it rains.
In heaven Id be the soul as far from God as possible.
Which is a stupid thing to say knowing that Earth is Heaven, Hell, and Purgatory.
If Jesus existed and he decided to come back tomorrow Im sure that the day after hed just leave for good.
The greeks had an interesting concept of god: He lied, stole, and raped. Mind you, this is the same culture that invented philosophy when they werent having sex with little boys.
Now that people can take pills to make them sin and to keep them from sinning isnt the concept of free will sorta obsolete?
Bless me father for I have sinned: I super sized it again. I know Im weak, my psychologist is helping me with that.
I dont care if you pick that piece of paper up off the ground or not: The sun is still going to explode in 5 million years.
Could God be posing as a DJ named LTJ Bukem?
Ive met my destiny and now Im serene and happy. But oh, how Im so bored.
What would a Q be afraid of?
Hell, no one can know as much as I do, understand as much as I do, and live with themselves without being a bit bent.
Too many of my childhood friends from the past are gone. Taken as theyve been by drugs, car accidents, and murder.
I think some people are creators of meaning, and Im one of them. Thats the only way to explain why everyone always seems to like me provided I do one thing: Dont withdraw from society and be alone which is to say that I get to be popular or content, but never both. Good problems to have I suppose though, right?
Why is it the more I hate myself the more everyone else likes me and vice-versa?
I dont understand this but Im depressed about not being depressed. I know that to say this is a contradiction but its true anyways: I hate hate and I love love.
I had a terrible thought the other day: What if we really do lack any control whatsoever over our universe and it truly is fundamentally chaotic?
Who does God pray to?
Im too fragmented, Im too distended.
Would God hate it more if you didnt believe in him or if you sinned for the sake of sinning? Or does the endless prostrating piss him off more? Im guessing the prostrating. What kind of a creator wants his creation to grovel before him for all of eternity. I mean, when my sims do something I tell them not to do its at least interesting.
There are two kinds of people in this world: Those who like to chop things into reassuring and easily understandable diametrically opposed binaries and those who dont.
And Id kill myself but I know that that wont solve anything. The answer exists here, I just have to find it.
This sentence is still a lie.
I already have the question, and no, its not What is the Matrix?
There is no truth to the rumor that Michael Jackson is greek. Believe it or not he is black.
Its not that I dont enjoy being loved but unlike Lestat Id rather have one person totally love me then this fucking diffused crowd of general adoration that I have now, have had in times past, and will probably have again - Whenever I leave my beloved hermetic solitude.
The abyss is starring back at me.
How many heavenly Seraphim does it take to screw in a light bulb? All of them. One to screw in the light bulb, the other countless choirs to praise God for all of eternity about the fact that there is light. And Dorathy can just shut the fuck up about why a light would go out in heaven. Jesus, why are you behind that curtain?
I guess what Im getting at is: What does God think of me?
This come-down post brought to you by: 6 redbull vodkas and a shot of tequila.
Mood: Suffering from bliss
Too many issues in my life are still unresolved. Resolutions would bring me some kind of continuity. I have to find an answer.
Its sick, but I apparently Im only happy when it rains.
In heaven Id be the soul as far from God as possible.
Which is a stupid thing to say knowing that Earth is Heaven, Hell, and Purgatory.
If Jesus existed and he decided to come back tomorrow Im sure that the day after hed just leave for good.
The greeks had an interesting concept of god: He lied, stole, and raped. Mind you, this is the same culture that invented philosophy when they werent having sex with little boys.
Now that people can take pills to make them sin and to keep them from sinning isnt the concept of free will sorta obsolete?
Bless me father for I have sinned: I super sized it again. I know Im weak, my psychologist is helping me with that.
I dont care if you pick that piece of paper up off the ground or not: The sun is still going to explode in 5 million years.
Could God be posing as a DJ named LTJ Bukem?
Ive met my destiny and now Im serene and happy. But oh, how Im so bored.
What would a Q be afraid of?
Hell, no one can know as much as I do, understand as much as I do, and live with themselves without being a bit bent.
Too many of my childhood friends from the past are gone. Taken as theyve been by drugs, car accidents, and murder.
I think some people are creators of meaning, and Im one of them. Thats the only way to explain why everyone always seems to like me provided I do one thing: Dont withdraw from society and be alone which is to say that I get to be popular or content, but never both. Good problems to have I suppose though, right?
Why is it the more I hate myself the more everyone else likes me and vice-versa?
I dont understand this but Im depressed about not being depressed. I know that to say this is a contradiction but its true anyways: I hate hate and I love love.
I had a terrible thought the other day: What if we really do lack any control whatsoever over our universe and it truly is fundamentally chaotic?
Who does God pray to?
Im too fragmented, Im too distended.
Would God hate it more if you didnt believe in him or if you sinned for the sake of sinning? Or does the endless prostrating piss him off more? Im guessing the prostrating. What kind of a creator wants his creation to grovel before him for all of eternity. I mean, when my sims do something I tell them not to do its at least interesting.
There are two kinds of people in this world: Those who like to chop things into reassuring and easily understandable diametrically opposed binaries and those who dont.
And Id kill myself but I know that that wont solve anything. The answer exists here, I just have to find it.
This sentence is still a lie.
I already have the question, and no, its not What is the Matrix?
There is no truth to the rumor that Michael Jackson is greek. Believe it or not he is black.
Its not that I dont enjoy being loved but unlike Lestat Id rather have one person totally love me then this fucking diffused crowd of general adoration that I have now, have had in times past, and will probably have again - Whenever I leave my beloved hermetic solitude.
The abyss is starring back at me.
How many heavenly Seraphim does it take to screw in a light bulb? All of them. One to screw in the light bulb, the other countless choirs to praise God for all of eternity about the fact that there is light. And Dorathy can just shut the fuck up about why a light would go out in heaven. Jesus, why are you behind that curtain?
I guess what Im getting at is: What does God think of me?
This come-down post brought to you by: 6 redbull vodkas and a shot of tequila.
and no, you're one of the few that I think is well rooted in the concept of conviction, which is why I respect you, and we're still friends.