man. i've never felt quite so happy. something new has been triggered. maybe i'm just a simple person driven by simple desires. but today i feel like everything was both full of meaning and completely meaningless at the same time. maybe this is what it's all about - just a dumb agreement to keep myself happy in the face of so many things that work against it. but it feels great - to say i'm complete - probably an understatement. something new has been triggered in my mind. everything feels as if i can manipulate those perceptions and make them unto my reality. this past three weeks have shown me that everything i knew about love, time, the space i occupy - everything is just completely wrong. i've been able to be connected into a stream, even a metaphorical stream of ideas, but i've been placed there.
stop the worries. there are very few of me - far and far between. those who know this will discover the truth that fills my heart. is this a love? or just a prolonged satisfaction with the environs? all i know is that days go by fast, and the time moves slow when i'm with her. senseless? well, yes. i believe it is, in the end, the only thing that's true in this world - that nothing will make sense and that we'll always measure ourselves with failures and success - all a human construct of our doing. and yet - something that is completely out of my control conveys so much meaning and the emotion that what i am doing is right and wonderful. i cannot trade this for mere credit. today, i discover the truth behind letting the people determine the industrial location.
peace out gentlefolk. one doesn't realize what lives beyond. everything we know is a construct that comes from ourselves. we're just passengers in this retarded game of who did what and when and where, but all we really wanted to know all along was who will become the why?
listen, it has been great to exchange the taxonomy of our lives and confront the things we share least in a public forum. as the parlance of our times would suggest, we are all in this together. retarded and liberal as that may or may not be, we find some solace in such simple things of our own construct. let your universe be a pleasant one, full of mystery and entertainment. don't let it become a playground of fears and sorrow. the personal jesus would not approve. to type with one's eyes closed means the destruction of the self in the face of all olds.
stop the worries. there are very few of me - far and far between. those who know this will discover the truth that fills my heart. is this a love? or just a prolonged satisfaction with the environs? all i know is that days go by fast, and the time moves slow when i'm with her. senseless? well, yes. i believe it is, in the end, the only thing that's true in this world - that nothing will make sense and that we'll always measure ourselves with failures and success - all a human construct of our doing. and yet - something that is completely out of my control conveys so much meaning and the emotion that what i am doing is right and wonderful. i cannot trade this for mere credit. today, i discover the truth behind letting the people determine the industrial location.
peace out gentlefolk. one doesn't realize what lives beyond. everything we know is a construct that comes from ourselves. we're just passengers in this retarded game of who did what and when and where, but all we really wanted to know all along was who will become the why?
listen, it has been great to exchange the taxonomy of our lives and confront the things we share least in a public forum. as the parlance of our times would suggest, we are all in this together. retarded and liberal as that may or may not be, we find some solace in such simple things of our own construct. let your universe be a pleasant one, full of mystery and entertainment. don't let it become a playground of fears and sorrow. the personal jesus would not approve. to type with one's eyes closed means the destruction of the self in the face of all olds.