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Name: David
Birthday: 4/8/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: life, chardonnay, vegetarianism, philosophy, science, guitar, piano, singing, taking long walks
Expertise: my honesty, and turbulence.
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3/24/2005
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| Why so serious? Lets put a smile on that face of yours.Dark Knight was fantastic.
Heath Ledger definitely showed a great potential and versatility when playing Joker.
Unfortunately, the good and capable always die young.
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| tick-tick-tick
it's the sound of
your winding spring
fly, hop, skip, run away
spring away from me
s’éleve dans le ciel, les jeunes oiseux
Earl died today. He was my friend's Betta fish that lived through a long rough time, and surpassed average Betta splendens lifespan. I don't know much about Earl, but I did often pondered about the possibility of misery, living alone in the mediocre sized bowl. Well, that's that, and I hope he will recycle his unused energy, and experience a greater happiness as being a part of another life form.
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| Big Sur... KerouacWe will pass just as quietly through life (passing though, passing through) as the 10th century people of this valley only with a little more noise and a few bridges and dams and bombs that wont even last a million years--
The world being just what it is, moving and passing through, actually alright in the long view and nothing to complain about--
Even the rocks of the valley had earlier rock ancestors, a billion billion years ago, have left no howl of complaint--
Neither the bee, or the first sea urchins, or the clams, or the severed paw-- All sad So-Is sight of the world, right there in front of my nose as I look,--
And looking at that valley in fact I also realize I have to make lunch and it wont be any different than the lunch of those olden men and besides it'll taste good--
Everything is the same, the fog says "We are fogs and we fly by dissolving line ephemera," and the leaves say "We are leaves and we jiggle in the wind, that's all, we come and go, grow and fall"--
Even the paper bags in my garbage pit say "We are man-transformed paper bags made out of wood pulp, we are kinda proud of being paper bags as long as that will be possible, but we'll be mush again with our sisters the leaves come rainy season"--
The tree stumps say "We are tree stumps torn out of the ground by men, sometimes by wind, we have big tendrils full of earth that drink out of the earth"--
Men say "We are men, we pull out tree stumps, we make paper bags, we think wise thoughts, we make lunch, we look around, we make a great effort to realize everything is the same"--
While the sand says "We are sand, we already know," and the sea says "We are always come and go, fall and plosh"--
The empty blue sky of space says "All this comes back to me, then goes again, and comes back to me again, then goes again, and I dont care, it still belongs to me"--
The blue sky adds "Dont call me eternity, call me God if you line, all of you talkers are in paradise: the leaf is paradise, the tree stump is paradise, the sand is paradise, the paper bag is paradise, the man is paradise, the fog is paradise"--
Can you imagine a man with marvelous insights like these can go mad within a month? (because you must admit all those talking paper bags and sands were telling the truth)--
But I remember seeing a mess of leaves suddenly go skittering in the wind and into the creek, then floating rapidly down the creek towards the sea, making we feel a nameless horror even then of "Oh my God, we're all being swept away to sea no matter what we know or say or do"--
And a bird who was on a crooked branch is suddenly gone without my even hearing him.
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| I wonder if dying or destroyed relationships with different people can reincarnate to new ones, involving with different people. Not due to our inclination of desire but from to mere coincidence. The "essence" of relationship can either progress or digress towards "enlightenment", I suppose.
Well I don't know, all these thinkings are all impractical and futile. Just trying to fuse Buddhism and existentialism.
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| fever?Lethargic, malaise, it's everything I'm feeling right now. The muscles around my neck and shoulders are all tensed, nerves constantly being bothered by some unknown stimulus. I feel very hot, and thirsty all the time. Or maybe it's just my throat getting very itchy. Or everything is just from my imagination. I don't know, I did not smoke pot or anything-- everything would have been fine if I didn't talk to anyone, or if nobody was talking to me.
Voices sound like mumbles. I cannot concentrate, no matter how hard I try, it's all a blur. By then, I knew something was wrong with me.
It feels like I'm getting dumped on all over again. But it's weird, since it was never declared as official.
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