Thursday, October 22, 2009

God fucking dammit, I think I'm in love. And it is bizarre. I suppose it's infatuation, but I haven't felt it in awhile. I think I am going to unfriend her on facebook out of necessity. Or send her a message stating that I love her. Or a letter, but when I asked for her address to send her a letter, she said that would be too romantic.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

The Hokey Pokey

So many times I've figured out what life is about. Each time a refreshing new simplification. The distinct differences of each interpolation bear witness to my confused hysteria.

The pursuit of what we can sense, and enhancing our sense of it, consumes many. Sense, the senses, rule lives. Tandemly, our senses are the limitations of our vessels. And Oh, how we love to numb the senses.

My younger brother has a basement full of toys, many of them mine from when I was a kid, that he never uses. And I live my life in the exact same way.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Here we are, exploring excellence and the lack of it in some ultimate configuration of achievement. It's time to get high and search for significance in that high. I want to tangible something. That word, used as a verb, means to touch something and, in the act of touching it, simultaneously make it touchable for others. It's all going to go up in smoke, and if it doesn't, well it damn well should.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

In regard to last post :: I am borg.

Edit :: We are borg.