Music is beautiful.
That is all.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
When
There before you sits a creature, ugly as pie, and what do you do? Save it from the debris, of course, and send it to the safe land.
Before time permits you to observe, you are pushed to act by a force so strong that it overtakes your brain, causing the bridges and stairways within to shift, thus ending at new doors, so you save this creature. It is now in your debt, or since it doesn't understand debt, nothing. You could command it if you had the skill, but the skill alludes you, so you just sit there and watch it walk toward the land you so wanted to reach.
The free land that your brothers and sisters discussed among each other when they thought your weren't listening lies there, right before your fading eyes, but now you are forced still by the continuance of kindness that spears at your heart until it begins to bleed and cease to beat. You fall to the ground, face still looking up at the vanishing creature disappearing into the horizon, beyond which lies what should've been your destination.
You die.
What's the lesson hear today, children? I'll let you decide.
Before time permits you to observe, you are pushed to act by a force so strong that it overtakes your brain, causing the bridges and stairways within to shift, thus ending at new doors, so you save this creature. It is now in your debt, or since it doesn't understand debt, nothing. You could command it if you had the skill, but the skill alludes you, so you just sit there and watch it walk toward the land you so wanted to reach.
The free land that your brothers and sisters discussed among each other when they thought your weren't listening lies there, right before your fading eyes, but now you are forced still by the continuance of kindness that spears at your heart until it begins to bleed and cease to beat. You fall to the ground, face still looking up at the vanishing creature disappearing into the horizon, beyond which lies what should've been your destination.
You die.
What's the lesson hear today, children? I'll let you decide.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Time to talk about stuff again
Hey, invisible people of my head. It looks like I'm back again to make another blog post that will blow your minds so much that you'll wish you'd never been born. Well not really, but that gives me something to talk about instantly, whadyaknow?
Why would anyone in their right mind wish that they'd never ever been born. It seems like the stupidest wish any person could ever wish for. Never being born would be worse than having to feel a thousand pains over and over again because, while the pain is intensely terrible, and you hate it so much that you want it to end, at least you're free to think those thoughts. I mean who can enter your brain, right?
Thought freedom is the kind that most people don't like to talk about, or at least are never willing to talk about, yet it is the greatest of all freedoms because every human being has it. We're all individual thinkers if you really think about it. Some of us just like doing it collectively, and there's nothting wrong with that, for after all, the point is that they have the freedom to do so.
This freedom that I'm talking about is the kind that no one could ever take away. Who knows if we'll eventually invent mind controlling devices that gain complete control of the mind, and even if we do, who knows if even complete control over the brain will be enough power to take away the freedom that we all have.
I don't know what else to say because I'm bored of this talk about freedom. Expanding is too time consuming and difficult and I don't feel like consuming time. I feel like writing on the fly. You know, the romantic kind that all famous people love to talk about. Warning, major oversimplifiction! But yeah, I'm done. Good luck piecing this clutter of trash together in your compactor minds. Oops, did I just insult you. I'm sorry. How will I ever get you to forgive me. Oooh. I know the perfect way. I'll just shut up. Right. Now.
Why would anyone in their right mind wish that they'd never ever been born. It seems like the stupidest wish any person could ever wish for. Never being born would be worse than having to feel a thousand pains over and over again because, while the pain is intensely terrible, and you hate it so much that you want it to end, at least you're free to think those thoughts. I mean who can enter your brain, right?
Thought freedom is the kind that most people don't like to talk about, or at least are never willing to talk about, yet it is the greatest of all freedoms because every human being has it. We're all individual thinkers if you really think about it. Some of us just like doing it collectively, and there's nothting wrong with that, for after all, the point is that they have the freedom to do so.
This freedom that I'm talking about is the kind that no one could ever take away. Who knows if we'll eventually invent mind controlling devices that gain complete control of the mind, and even if we do, who knows if even complete control over the brain will be enough power to take away the freedom that we all have.
I don't know what else to say because I'm bored of this talk about freedom. Expanding is too time consuming and difficult and I don't feel like consuming time. I feel like writing on the fly. You know, the romantic kind that all famous people love to talk about. Warning, major oversimplifiction! But yeah, I'm done. Good luck piecing this clutter of trash together in your compactor minds. Oops, did I just insult you. I'm sorry. How will I ever get you to forgive me. Oooh. I know the perfect way. I'll just shut up. Right. Now.
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