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| 09:18pm 19/04/2005 |
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mood:  crappy music: Delerium--Karma
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"A very temperamental process, beginning with all of our excess Affecting our very own ingest, this side of you is speechless Overwhelmed with an abscess, creating new diseases And infecting whomever it pleases, we've been living this way for too long, too long
Then I noticed a difference, in the way that I saw other insects Who were living a life of indulgence, sheltered by their parents Such an unlucky existence, not given a chance to experience And make their own decisions, I wouldn't trade my own mistakes at all" --Flaw |
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| 10:22pm 18/02/2005 |
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mood:  stoned music: Dead Can Dance -- Spiritchaser
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My endearing wife has suggested that I open an account and start writing, so I figure what the hell why not. I've actually been thinking about this for awhile now, I could use a place to vent, document random thoughts, provide material evidence for the gov't to lock me away with, etc...I suppose that the real challenge will be trying to get used to talking to myself without the vocalizations.
Where to begin? I seem to wonder more and more frequently how so many mindless drones are able to cope with their meaningless existinces. I see so many people every day that trod along in their daily lives, they go to work, go home, watch tv, maybe get drunk and stupid at a club on the weekends. They have no goals, no aspirations, if they're lucky they have a hobby they have a passion for. What for? How can so many people be so content to live such empty lives and care so little about the non-materialistic world around them? Why do people latch on to meaningless possesions and wrap their entire extistence in the pursuit of such? Is it really so difficult to imagine a world where people get little enjoyment from creating choas for others? I don't know, maybe I'm just nuts. |
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