vervectic

all incidents in ones life can be seen as a posthumous countdown to something that will naturally never occur, but rather has already occurred because in life one is most certainly already dead. but if one is to look at life like this one is most certainly headed for straightjackets and sterile white walls.

one should more seriously consider becoming a ninja, or a pirate...or possibly the very under-rated viking route. Someone must explain to me why no one has yet to make the big viking summer blockbuster, "Norsemen." I'm telling you, it's seriously a hit waiting to happen.
Somebody get Jerry Bruckheimer on that thing immediately.

sometimes the internet allows you quick and easy access to way too much information that you really don't need. the most tangible and overwhelming example of this is the volumes of self-absorbed personal drivel that one feels the need to share with the world via their livejournal or other such online journal monstrosity. i am currently feeding the beast. other people are feeding it as well, and it gets to me--i wish that it would not.

people find happiness with other people. often these other people are of the opposite sex. something about the idea of this kind of happiness has become increasingly empty, desperate, and frantic...i don't care to find this kind of happiness anymore. maybe it will find me, if such shifts of energy are even possible.

the liars, the cheats, they threaten me discretely. i cannot hide...