dem dang ol' dang ol' dang- clowny freaks, man... talkin bout...

I was gonna clean up my blog kinda by editing this blank entry that for some reason is the first one, in 2011, archived on here... but i got carried away and figured I'd just post a new blog and do that shiz later
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EDIT / INSERT : NOV 7 2015
For some reason this post is empty, and it's my first one archived on here...

Yeah go figure-  I read the one above it and it's about quitting dexation lmao

On that subject I will only say that- having sampled it extensively in all forms of mixtures, delivery methods, and concentrations- I hold firm belief that a time should and shall come when DXM is recognized for its capacity in the treatment of (at least) psychosocial disorders... Ideally, through regular oral-administration- via a suspended-release delivery platform- for long-term treatment of chronic depression/anxiolysis. It should play a breakthrough-role as the benchmark dissociative-antidepressant/anxiolytic for at least a decade; I saw that some cats were researching that exact use with ketamine not more than a year or two ago, and noted its potential was only undermined by its markedly adverse effects; Dextromethorphan Hydrobromide, in my experience, is just what the doctor ordered... Let's say, it 'fits the bill'...

...you've heard of people who need their 'morning joe'-? well now there's... 'daytime dexter' ^,~m ...Ya see...
   'Sun comes up- some can't be caught
without their morning pot or shot~
   Some stars buck outta bed real hard,
cravin' caramel-cream coffee a-la-(credit)carde~
   Some soldiers swear by black and strong-
sayin' sweet-n-low'ers don't last long~
        
~~~
(somethin bout purple drink to contrast the black coffee etc)
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   ...Songs are sung, though, of the few
Who drank cough syrup before you

*cough*

yeah and i ain't a butthole-surfin drunk wannabe-(ex)juggalo with a 'problems are cool' face BUT that is a cool song, and ... yeah couple cool songs from  butthole surfers and i.c.u.p especially their album 'funky colors'.

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this is why  i haven't blogged in a while, but maybe i should do it more xD

yeeeep well at least this has been more progressive than my ... no , no i cleaned up pretty good after that last big shit at mcdonalds yesterday- this is just bad

fuck it, fight it- it's all the same~

...pretty weird though that I'm pourin out muchos dexiosos lieben though i've been major easin up on it... and not even volitionally- maybe its numbness radiating from within or seeping in deeper, or maybe it's some silent intent takin shape- gainin solidity- ...well i hope its the latter

...indeed, i do~

shum ideas

a dictionary that spews combinations of words in tandem with selected principles;
cats who are good at spottin good ideas or some shit might get good ones at random

i.e- Principle: Time
      random~: reflect

yeah , reflect time to invert spatial polarity

aint dead yet

in the void

hah- the end always comes like this doesn't it. Even my cessation of awareness, must be drenched in the colours unpleasant to my eyes... truly this is a universe devoid of pity, purpose and promise. And thus we are tainted ... well at least I am. Ya'll are some fucked up creatures - I've been hangin in here as long as I could but no way in hell am I hanging in there for the next wave. Take me to the depths for I have championed Neptune and am at greater ease in her soundless, boundless, void...

Only regret would be if I can't play the FF7 remake before my head goes under... cuz there won't even be a last look at the killing noise~ and there is no intent on being reborn away from any land, be it battered and torn ...

And they call it cowardice, to seek absolution ^_^ meanwhile they cut off their own cancers, persist in their pollution...

The only true cancer is 'reason' and the only light in this universe is but a passing season~ what manner of death is it we pervade, as we cling, ceaselessly climb up falling rope with no aid? Each hand farther up, man claims as proof that the way they persist is some poetic truth... disgusting, that those who would seek but true purpose are considered by all to be lost, and will hurt us?

What pale irony that the only companion that constantly seeks us despite all we do to escape it, despite all we doubt and despise and blame it the culprit... it chases us as we chase love, or that flawed sense of purpose...

What greater love is there than that? So great, none who taste of it ever come back...

that's a rap

damn i think that's like a new record for me...

i meet an awesome girl, and i went like 3 whole DAYS without almost fuckin it up entirely!

hashtag fuckin progress yo...

yeah i don't even wanna get started on that hashtag business... i feel fuckin deep enough into social media as it is. And compared to most nyuggas i ain't even IN the game.

yall bitches is LOST. even Jesus probly look at this shit and roll up his sleeves like 'fuck u dad'.

hah i haven't said those words in years... damn i feel like shiz now...

damn tho... i want shiz to work so bad i don't even wanna think about it too much cuz i don't wanna fuck it up. scared to reach that point tho... it's like school u just gotta do it... talk about it all day, don't mean a thing.

at the least I'll try and enjoy the excellence...

aaaaaand in further news, same shiz expected in the evening, with possible showers of 'didn't see that shit coming' all night.

mornin..? nigga MAKE it to mornin n i'll tell u the damn weatha!

yeah you know u shameful if fuckin Ice Cube shakin his head lookin at u...

I bet when Kobain pulled the trigger, Hemmingway was like 'God damn, boy- what took you so long?"

Garrrrrrr in the pangs of a ....

soooo in darkness, you can only have the void~

but with light, there's association~

man groundbreaking news here at Dinobooger High....

little piece of fuckin sunshine god dammit

feelin bummed...

should feel pretty good... got everything lined up for me short of having enough friggin money to last me til my next disbursement.... it's always fuckin something.



I drink beer, and I don't get buzzed... drink whiskey and I don't get drunk...

even my 'miracle medicine' can't touch me like it used to.

Feels like nothing touches me like it used to.

Not that I aint partial to feeling things differently either, just some shit was good in the past.  Old devices ain't doin their magic though, that's what's up... i guess...

Just wish there was some change in my life. Feel like I see where this path came from and where it's going and yaaaay I should be happy because I have a steady sail ahead of me if I keep my head straight, but whoopdy fuckin do. The fuck is the point of life if all you do is go from point a to b.

Just wish I had something new goin on, somethin like a shootin star to hit this still dark night.  A new love, a new passion... or even a rekindling of an old fire... just anything...

'go out and make it happen, Chuck' 'yeah be a good ol' boy and leave it to beaver or some shit'

ahh fuck yourselves. the fuck do old people get the right tellin us what to do when they're the ones left us this fuckin hellhole to fix up after em. hell i'd be happy too if i was on the ass-end of my years- thank God i'm leavin the fuckin place, is what I'd think. fuckin hypocrites.

fuckin easy to tell everyone to have a good night when ur on ur way out the door, all i'm sayin.

well i've been goin out the door my whole fuckin life and their ain't shit out here and there sure as hell ain't shit in there either. ain't shit anywhere- well actually it's quite ironic because everythings SHIT- different ass, same shit every god damn day. or vice versa. ain't that fuckin ironic when an end-all-be all statement can be swapped around like that and still make sense? shows you the world we live in. you can monkey for a sister or a dildo for a brain and it wouldn't make a hat damn of difference. black sabbath coulda been a christian rock band and it wouldn't have changed shit. the gravity of our existences is so strong that any direction you swim don't make a damn change in this swirlin toilet we all ride- all goin the same damn place. some cats say fuck it enjoy the ride, and they don't make a damn difference from the cats that work their whole lives makin themselves miserable tryin to change the world. ain't a god damn difference.
my ass could be wiped off the cosmic toilet paper and you other flecks of shit wouldn't give a god damn, or you'd make a big deal about it and go on with your usual shit.  you know you're living in hell when you gotta fight tooth and nail just for god damn peace. heaven would be the opposite- that's how i know we're in fuckin hell. prove me wrong and i'll show you a flamin fuckin liar. you're in a snake pit surrounded by devils and the moment you throw one wrong look you're fuckin satan.

it's the same shit Garcia was sayin 'or Weir or whatever' in Box of Rain, only I ain't on painkillers.

shit, we got a couch outside the front door and that shit's facing backwards. seriously what the fuck. do i have to make a god damn asshole of myself every time i just wanna fix something or do the right fuckin thing? that's why I don't do shit. gotta be a fuckin devil just to do the right god damn thing around here. and look, i'll ask and it'll turn out i was wrong to ask, or there was some fuckin reason that shit was backwards, or some other convoluted rabbit pulled out of satan's ass just to make me look like a bigger piece of shit. that's all anyone's good for is makin me feel like fuckin shit! even when they make me happy they're just settin me up for a kick in the ass, I swear to god.

that's probly the reason they wouldn't let me go nukes even though i aced the ASVAB- fuckers probly realized I was the only puppet with brains enough to blow this hellhole to the dark side of the sun and do us all a favor.

and if you call me an asshole for thinkin so then you're an even bigger prick than me, by your own fuckin logic. fuckin hate this world.

ps fuck brown rice sushi whoever made that shit never ate it, then again God probly did the same thing when he made this hellhole n never spent a damn day here

I pray thou overlook such panderings...

One thing I can say for sure that's good about all I've been through in my life, is that I've learned to see things more as changes instead of better or worse...

What is good, what is bad- these are temporary things. Things that are affected and largely determined by the social environment one is immersed in/affected by at the time.

Well, one could say 'but my sense of right or wrong does not come from others- it's something I feel inside'. ' I know what's good and bad without anyone telling me so'.

It is true we are seemingly born with a natural sense of justice... though this could just be the result of VERY early impingements on our fragile, virgin minds as children.  Impingements, or rather, impressions.  We learn from what we see around us, what we perceive... So who can know for certain whether our seemingly innate sense of right and wrong is truly born into us, or if it predates our earliest recollections.

Technically you could make an experiment, having a kid grow up on some island with all that it would ever need supplied to it in some way... but even that would carry with it its own impingements, its own heaviness.

Science is pretty full of itself, sometimes. That's why I scoff at it so- how can you truly believe you ever have a 'controlled environment'? Standards and practices- these are all ultimately fallible, in light of some greater progress yet to come. 'Progress' itself is as personal a notion as one's fashion sense.  Court of laws, court of... how vain is man that he could consider himself capable of judging another?

The court of the cosmos is the only true court- that which is as intangible as it is concrete...

You could say my elucidations bring me no power, no comfort, no extra edge... it gives me no advantage, so why persist?

It could be for that very reason...

For naught can be gained without a loss.

To me, it has always been the greatest expression of affection, of love, to give all with no benefit to oneself. No expected benefit at least.  In this sense, my knowledge, my musings is of impeccable affection- for it gives ceaselessly without taking, or booning, me in the slightest...

As pointless as it is purposeful... A true balance...

Yet I'm a fool and I have faith. For is that not what faith is- the continued belief, love, reaching for something no matter what?

~

And cold though this logic may be, such equal in warmth there is in my emotion... so much so

These two extremes... held together by some force... maybe my spirit is the walls that contain these two bursting-outward forces...

Aye, I'm a fool man... I dream all day of love... of finally... of girls that are so closed I don't even know if they can feel love at all, finally letting me hold them, trusting in something as intangible and uncertain as an emotion...I dream all day of being blessed with good fortune, and when others, my friends, the girl's i've always dreamed of finally coming to me.

Maybe they are bastards who only want a man with money? Or perhaps they are so cold that they would keep their heart in check, waiting for an opportune time to raise a family..? How can one be so cold? How can women be so disgustingly cold and yet claim such hold over the realm of affection? Aye, hold they have over it, but that is not true emotion. True emotion stirs you to move whether you like it or not, whether it be the wise choice or not. Control be the absence of emotion- women have always seemed to me, such dark creatures, to be able to cut off their own feelings to do 'what they believe is the logical choice'.'

Hah! Yeah obviously I have some bitter wounds when it comes to love. Romeo and Juliet had the right of it, up until Shakespear was a little bitch and made them kill themselves.  What a winning tale it would have been, if their love had united their houses... then again, I suppose every tale must be told, at some point. And I'm sure countless tales of such as I have endeared, have also been construed.

I don't know if I could respect a woman who would only approach me after I obtained some small measure of income, however.  What speaks that of your 'love'?! That is no true love- true love is loving to snuggle in the cold rain, under a bush, when you have a house right up the street- but you want their company so much, that you'd rather be there with them than back at your house where your lover is not allowed.  That to me is true love, not waiting until my ass gets some money and a career and proves to everyone that he isn't some worthless scumbag.

No- if you e'er expect my god-damned love, then love me now, when I have all doubts against me, when darkness shines brighter than light!

There are already a handful of gals that have met that prerequisite... but there are... there is one that I wish would.  For I could not see her love as true were it to come after my rise from this valley.

Aye I'm a bitter soul. Though, I cannot blame them... do I not do the same..? I have them there, before me... perhaps they hope as much as I do, perhaps they are as bitter as I am, that I do not 'do this' extra step, or that my love for them is not strong enough that I cannot 'do this'....
Hypocrisy is a great source of balance, if you are optimistic ^,~m

I don't ask for much.... I just want you to tell me you love me... before I get up this mountain... past this valley... I just want to hear it once...

I won't do anything; I won't change anything..... it won't do anything or change anything... but it will mean so much to me.

Otherwise... well... third's a charm, I guess... I already had one bitch who never returned my love, though I (still) endlessly disperse it to her... and yes I can use such cold terminology, because the strength she still saps from me is more than compensate for any mere dictum I can ascribe her tortuous neglect.

Maybe this fiery, yet frozen, love, is the second, and the third shall come and break the damn wall between me and true, reciprocated love.

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Despite it all, I shall persist in mine endeavors.

Perhaps that is the way it works in this world-one advances in one regard, and the other, seeking to compensate/catch up, shoots forward and past the other, and thus the cycle continues...

Yeah, weird logic it be.

I know but this, though- Love can create greater together than any single man can hope, endeavour. And not only that, but it bringeth the ultimate satisfaction, greater than any reward, victory, or drug's impaction~

...i hope she loves me... i hope it so...

I hope... but pattern foretell 'no'...

It is strange

That gives us the ass end of it

Got a new pad, at a good rate.

Now I finally feel relaxed~ fresh slate!

Time to get to work on all the shit I made wait

Hope it ain't too laaaaaaaate~

tails to fuses... sticky situation

I don't know what it is, but I feel this momentous, err, monumental(??)
MONSTROUS
serge inside me.... it's like some gears have shifted and I feel like I find myself thinking more in the long-term than before....
Feels pretty good? Idk, I'm just glad that this feeling came without any overt intention... maybe it was a lot of small things just adding up, gaining momentum.

yeah, a lot of things suddenly feel stronger... that's for sure...

Who's this 'river' anyways?!

Man, I swear it is foolish to take anything for granted in this world, for it will only increase the likelihood that it will be gone when it should be there....  This dual nature of the universe... no wonder so many cats blew their heads off.  What is annoying is that despite our abilitiy to grasp the form or nature of it, just as Heissenberg said, the exact pinpointing will never happen... when it does lol it is just for a second, a moment.

What's fucked up is most of us hold our heads up towards some higher ideals, and yet we do not care to look at eachother, or what we are looking at. not just a 'howdy neighbor' or 'thank you' at the grocer store- no i mean we have not had a consensus as to the ultimate role of humanity, as long as I can recall.

It's  a gentle passive tragedy, aye, that's for sure~

I don't know what has me feeling this way... so defeated and... half the time I just want to move forward... but,

It's like some black magic has been cast on me... but man that shit can be flushed!

Aye I feel a little better... I guess what's weird to me is finding strength in my own path... I'm so used to riding on the trails of others- brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers- but I find it (ain't that a pop song from like the 90s?!) idk 'I find it somethin to somethin...' oh yeah... 'i find it kind of strange' from Mad World maaaaaaaaaaan. Back in the 80s bro.
Ironically, bro is not a word that can be expounded on or exaggerated by *wait for it* any conventional means.  For example: broooooooooooooo
is like saying brohhhhhhhhhhh and sometimes like saying broh of course.
alright.... right step.... hopped a puddle and puddly poodles...

xD

ooh contrare? le poodly

*intense concentration focused on this post*

all i'm sayin is

Operator

I swear, everything I do is just .... bound to be fucked in the ass at some point.   No other way to talk about it- it's a predatory environment, that's for sure.... what's funny is, I thought that since we were human beings (capable of higher understanding, cognitive expression/capacity, and emotional intelligence), I thought that we were supposed to be getting along a LITTLE better than we are right now.

Short point is- I rate this world pretty low right now. Pretty friggin pathetic, this direction we've turned. Who allowed this? Who allowed the wealth to knot and clot like it's just waiting for the next big heart attack?! These old motherfuckers better get their shit together- just because they're old I ain't excusin em for bein incapable.  They should know their place-

Well it's a wasted heated breath; even if they have new guys/ young cats coming in, as long as they embrace the old doctrines they might as well be friggin dinosaurs.  Fuckin lizardmen, all of em should be tried and executed for crimes against the American people.

I just blew a bunch of money hangin out with a gal that probly didn't even appreciate how much I sacrificed just to see her... what's more frigged up is, I'm sure she could claim the same damn thing... friggin textbook Christians man...

Thank God I'm on the pure dexation and no longer am a syrup-swillin lizard! Thank God... I may have another year on Earth because of this (yay? >_>)

Honestly, at this point I think the devil would walk up to me and be like 'yo why are you so happy here in hell?'
'oh you came from Earth, holy shit... ' *does hail mary*
''have a drink bro, take it easy... holy shit that's a pain in the ass!'

somethin like that...

Still, I keep trying for this damn degree. I don't care if it takes so many friggin years- at least I enjoyed em.
I don't care if it racks up so much debt- I can eventually destroy 'em~
I don't care if they doubt me, say I'm a fool-
I'm gonna keep keepin on, so you better grab a stool~

It just bothers me... who would I rather have children with..? A woman that ... nah I won't even get into it. But, God damn, man...

I'm gonna seriously put that shit down and focus on my career; let it be a dream inside my head
A restless ambition that is daft... overfed...

'my rider left up on a midnight flyer...'

friggin Grateful Dead man....


It's a damn shame that I'ma keep persisting til I burn out; thought someone would've had it up to here with me by now lol. Fuckin A.

This blog itself is pretty funky, because I don't update it regularly enough for it to be credible, yet I update it.  

What's fucked up about the universe we're in, is that darknesss is the prevalent entity! Seriously- darkness is the only thing that persissts until some 'star' decidesd to brighten shit up!



Here's what I don't get... I love my friends... old and new... but... that love ain't strong enough for the old ones to be back in my life again... guess it's just like me and my sisters- neither of us (our parties) really gave enough of a shit about the other, I guess. That's what it all boiled down to.  How selfish we are, versus how much we're willing to invest in other people... and I guess, after everything we've all been through (in our own unique ways that somehow coincided) we just decided that the end profit was not worth the investment.

Can't say I blame em-I'm pretty disgusted with myself, sometimes... still, I can't expect the same from them.

Pretty much it's all just bullshittin around the same god damn bush, and I grow sick and tired of it unlike some cays.  I mean, I genuinely wish for a change.

Well, here's another heaping helping of a whole lot of nothin'.  Heissenberg would be proud- I'm sure.Pretty much my sentiment is- the way yall treat me, and eachother- yall be lucky if i decide to stick around long enough to fix your shit. Cuz goddamn this shit is broken as fuck!

All in all, guess I ain't got too much shit to complain about though, lol.

...just, if I was with the higher ups, I would do things a LOOOOOOOOT differently! and that's why I'll never be there.



I don't know... after I typed that I had a sharp vision of a world where such is possible... that a man can be a representative of the people without having to buy into corporate or political bogusness.... when a man is asked 'are you a democrat or a republican?' and he can just say 'IM AN AMERICAN, DUDE!'  Something like that. I don't know... I've been sayin that shit and preachin it on the streets for a good minute lol

The Polish Joke

Man I feel more and more like I'm just walking on some ...  Well this new pad is definitely a step in a different direction.  I wish I could just play games and honestly I don't even know what I want anymore...

After all the shit I've been through and seen, I'm almost just happy to be whatever I feel like at the moment...

Well I guess we can alll skirt around Heissenberg's Uncertainty the thing is, hangin out with this broad, I don't know... I feel like doin all that stupid shit that everyone else wants to do... and I'd be happy too, if I was with her...

I just feel like that's selling out... buying into the bullshit...I don't wanna believe in something so simple and powerful, but, i feel like everything i could ever want is right here in front of me....

It's all an illusion- there aren't any certainties and if I am anything it's a fuckin skeptic~ It  is something so important to me that I have kept myself far from it for so long.... I'm just .... fuckin poodling man....

well i promised my ma i'd get some homework done despite all this ...  i'm a man of my word, if not a lazy bastard

In fire, seeking for the light~ *redux*

man

i've had like the worst night of my life.... I thought that my mind could construct some pretty clever shit but the tortuous inner-dialogue that I had with myself was quite posssibly THE absolute most insane I have ever been and/or felt in my life... thank God for inner silence, momma mia; I could not shut that shit off though, for like a tortuous eight hours...

sleep deprivation and/or dehydration are probably the two biggest actual biological causes of psychological 'illnesses' (unwanted/unhelpable deviations), when it boils down to it. The situations and conditions leading up to those two issues is varied and rich as hell, but in the end I think those are the two biggest avenues towards creating an unhealthy mental state.

And I guess malnutrition should be up there with dehydration... basically just major tips towards negative in the scales of imbalance ya know... And there's so many different ways that people of all different lifestyles and situations can end up there...

Basically if you gotta fucking run it sucks doing it in the dark, in the rain, with blistered feet on unsure ground.

But you only have one real choice sometimes. One direction... one path with heart, no matter where you are.

Time to Make Tracks

I've never felt so scrutinized in my entire life. I feel like every little friggin detail of my life is being held up to a magnifying glass... it's fuckin lame.... if this is the motion of the ocean i'm reachin for some gnarly potion cuz fuck that notion I know what's right is right and what's wrong is wrong :) gotta thank that old man for that one.. he'd probably shoot me if he knew i didn't remember his name he was a gnarly dude.... actuaclly that same guy is the reason i'm even typing on this awesome laptop.  God bless him man, he really delivered like my life-long partner or something, I love this friggin machine....

Ain't nothin much else goin on just the same shit different ass or vice versa.
much ado about nothin....

it was a priviledge playing on Mikes 360 and I really enjoyed it; I won't say nothin more.|

Man... shit's cray cray.

Much love..............

Fukk the moon

I swear, I gotta get in touch with my relatives on the east coast. Who knows how long it'll be before it's too late?!
There's so much other bullshit I could spend my money on, but that can always wait~

Family, that's what's important... Man. I gotta see some of these crazy cats, and see what they're up to!

If I work my ass off this semester, then next semester I can probly catch a plain out to New York, and catch up with all these weird uncles and aunts I haven't had the pleasure of really knowing!

Idk, that's just a far-out dream...

Like I could ever get so ahead on schoolwork and life that I could do that...

Still... God damn I'll shoot for those stars

Maybe I'm just used too much

as many as

No there weren't no points at all.

And I can't walk so I guess everyone's gonna kick my stubs, cuz these fierce little shits won't be happy til you're nubbing it through the dark, cold and even in your own endless pain there's still some little twitching creature with frigid hollow eyes shuddering, watching you like you're his last bastion of warmth. What hell do you expect me to send you to to save you from this land they call heaven?

Tryin to do my own damn thing and every fuckin other word I hear is how my next step or previous step has done some terrible deed, crushed someone's dreams, etc, meanwhile I'm like desperately slugging my way through these fuckin mindless corpses into a sanctuary of redeeming light .  No one wants to see anyone else succeed. Everyone is out for their own- it's disgusting. Sure help yourself first but damn if I got one dollar to my name and a bum just happens to ask me for something, I'll give God that deposit, no prob.

So Sad that the return is never really ... never gains interest. At least I have yet to see the fruits of such.  Still, as I propheted from the womb-wall of my former soul's poetry, I persist like a hidden wound, unkempt and uncared-for, like a family secret that lingers at every breath in a vacuous mansion.

Man, I don't even .... well Led Zeppelin's alright. It's nothing I'd come howling out of my grave over...

Seriously the lyrics are always about the saaaaame damn thing... I feel like listening to it would make me a pervert, but they have such good fuckin music! Why the FUCK do the lyrics have to always be the same old shit? Did they seriously just have nothing in that department? I guess it speaks about the fallibility of mankind in general- even Neji has a spot that he can't Byakugan, but he's so sharp he can count on that opening being used at times. 

this pointlessness, this depravity... this is what  we  ... and thus we stand at the widow's peak. the cornerstone.....

Is this new  .... is this this  enemy?  but what is enemy? We all make up our own minds about that.

Dont you find it weird that despite the human species coming together, there is no unifying force or voice? It's like we're experiencing the summer of woodstock but in a cognitive, digital realm...

King Cobra's Fantasy

words are like women- ya only get into em for a purpose.

Of Ants and Animals, Apes and Angels

I just had a strange realization; probably the same way we look through microscopes and see the struggles and rapidity with which organisms consume, occupy, reproduce, etc- i mean like watching cells interact in such a predefined, expectable manner or whatever- surely there exists creatures for whom we, also are such  seemingly mindless, self-driven, apathetic and animalistic creatures. Someone is looking through a microscope at all of us, the whole world, with a small interest perhaps, or just a passing curiosity.

That's why (and this is all personal from here) I don't think ... well when you squash an ant, just think, it might have been a being with that same realization, of the smallness of himself in comparison to the world that WE live in(the seeming Gods).

Garr something like that.

I would... well when I'm on walks in the mountains I always feel so happy when small insects recognize me, even for a little; I hope whatever is greater, out there, knows that I acknowledge them too.