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When are we hanging out?

Fri, 17 Feb 2012 13:07:05 -0500

Ehhhhhh whodisis?

Man has corrupted himself?

Wed, 18 Jan 2012 03:43:26 -0500

In the bible it states that thou shalt not have false idols right?
I’m reading War and Peace and every now and then it’s hard for me not to stop and think. My thoughts wandering unattended, my eyes grazing the page. So please I hope it’s easy for you to follow my train of thought.
Since the beginning of time, there has been something, driving man to, well, something. You can see it with their ability to communicate the plans for projects thousands of years in the making, ie. stonehenge, pryramids etc.
As time progressed the communication process slowly devolved.
This may or may not have been the moment that man decided to stop being equals working together, and started putting themselves on a higher pedestal and started making others bow down before them. This may be a time of revolution, but don’t worry we won’t remember it. We are now unable to communicate as one. We are not equal anymore. There is nothing to do but trudge on and hope we come out on top.

Maybe everyone was hating on Jesus because society viewed him as a bastard. Society fucking...

Tue, 13 Dec 2011 18:35:17 -0500

Maybe everyone was hating on Jesus because society viewed him as a bastard.
Society fucking people over ever since day 1AD

The autumn foliage on the trees turn a nice shade of auburn, they fall, graciously, drifting to the...

Tue, 13 Dec 2011 14:26:31 -0500

The autumn foliage on the trees turn a nice shade of auburn, they fall, graciously, drifting to the ground. They are dead but the tree still lives on.

The same as the autumn leaves, when a person falls, graciously, drifting into death, the world keeps on turning. The person is dead but the world still lives on.

Light years away, a star in a galaxy not yet discovered, burns out. Did anyone notice, did anyone care? The star is dead, but the world still lives on.

Like the world and the tree, you still live on, not acknowledging the disappearance of those you cherished, those you loved. For now you cannot love, you can only hurt anyone, and everyone around you. An already demented life gets tormented and twisted by your words; by your insanity. Your undying need for emptiness; loneliness, is perverted and sickening. Open your eyes and realize you are not alone; you are loved, but unwilling to accept the fact that you are not a complete failure. Today you died; it was by choice, by your own hand. You fell fast, plummeting to your premature death. You are dead but the world still lives on. The world may keep on turning, but for me it has stopped. I am unable or unwilling to notice the people in the streets, for it is a barren wasteland that only I can see. These wounds will heal, but never completely, a portion of my soul will always be gone, with you. I think of you decades later on my deathbed, wondering if you hadn’t died, would the world have been different? Although my life wouldn’t have been such a dark, empty place, the world as a whole would not have changed.

I am drifting, silently, unnoticed, from my slumber into death. I may be dead but the world still lives on.

written on a post-it

Tue, 13 Dec 2011 14:02:19 -0500

Free.

I just want to be free.

Free from my body,

free from my mind,

free from this world

of insecurities.

FREE of expectation.

Loved.

I just want to be loved.

Loved unconditionally,

loved for who I am,

loved for who I’ve yet

to become.

LOVED in every sense of the word.

LOVE will

unlock my door to

FREEdom.

WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

Thu, 24 Nov 2011 20:22:03 -0500

your moms anus