Thursday, November 03, 2005
some things i wrote one time
dreams
The sun is just a burning mass of gasses, and I'm just a carbon based piece of meat. So what does it mean when I fall in love (but never forever because we can't have that long)? I think I know what your thinking, and I'm sure I dream what your dreaming, so what? How is it that we are connected? How can we tie the knot? Too many questions and answers so nothing ever gets resolved. But there's no use in not trying; for what are we if we are not questioning? We're not truly living. We're just humans being.
my baseball bat
Nobody will listen to reason. Rationality has gone out the window. Apologies in a graveyard. No time for humane treatment. When you prime the war machine. Apologies in a graveyard. Nobody wants to listen. Only win with swift revenge. It's already much to late. Apologies in a graveyard.
in the air
I'm always living in my head, only in my head. I have a self-centered view of the world around me. I need to change the way my mind processes incoming information from the outside world. I'm asking my self to change it's routine, to be reconditioned into something more effecient and effective. The only problem is, I'm not sure how exactly to go about doing it. The greater the influence my subconscious has over this process, the harder it will be to change, I think. Yet if I cannot change myself, surely I cannot expect to change the world.
life or something like it
Sometimes I get the feeling that real life is like a perfectly preserved book. The contents are comprehendible, and things that are contained within the book stay in the book never to change, things in the book are as they really are in life: real. I also get the feeling that real life is impossible for human beings to truly comprehend. If real life is a book, then our perception of life is like the movie version of the book, incomplete, always lacking the whole substance of the original, and almost always edited for content and/or formatted to fit my 'screen', or overall perspective of life. My shite life is no Schindler’s List; rather, it more closely resembles a made-for-TV movie. I fucking hate made-for-TV movies.
by the way, if you are reading this in america, i posted this from the future since i am in japan
The sun is just a burning mass of gasses, and I'm just a carbon based piece of meat. So what does it mean when I fall in love (but never forever because we can't have that long)? I think I know what your thinking, and I'm sure I dream what your dreaming, so what? How is it that we are connected? How can we tie the knot? Too many questions and answers so nothing ever gets resolved. But there's no use in not trying; for what are we if we are not questioning? We're not truly living. We're just humans being.
my baseball bat
Nobody will listen to reason. Rationality has gone out the window. Apologies in a graveyard. No time for humane treatment. When you prime the war machine. Apologies in a graveyard. Nobody wants to listen. Only win with swift revenge. It's already much to late. Apologies in a graveyard.
in the air
I'm always living in my head, only in my head. I have a self-centered view of the world around me. I need to change the way my mind processes incoming information from the outside world. I'm asking my self to change it's routine, to be reconditioned into something more effecient and effective. The only problem is, I'm not sure how exactly to go about doing it. The greater the influence my subconscious has over this process, the harder it will be to change, I think. Yet if I cannot change myself, surely I cannot expect to change the world.
life or something like it
Sometimes I get the feeling that real life is like a perfectly preserved book. The contents are comprehendible, and things that are contained within the book stay in the book never to change, things in the book are as they really are in life: real. I also get the feeling that real life is impossible for human beings to truly comprehend. If real life is a book, then our perception of life is like the movie version of the book, incomplete, always lacking the whole substance of the original, and almost always edited for content and/or formatted to fit my 'screen', or overall perspective of life. My shite life is no Schindler’s List; rather, it more closely resembles a made-for-TV movie. I fucking hate made-for-TV movies.
by the way, if you are reading this in america, i posted this from the future since i am in japan
# posted by Mike @ 11/03/2005 11:31:00 PM 
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