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How Dead is Death?
Some say death is the "final sleep," while others say death is the beginning. Of what, you may ask? Well having never died I can't tell you. I can tell you that an untimely death is is feared by most, but to the well organized mind, death is the next great adventure.
Some may scoff, insisting that death is the end. And since there is no one alive (obviously) who can testify to what happens after death, it is looked uppon with fear. While I do not relish the thought of my own death, I do not believe it will be the end, but rather it will be...something...else.
These Scars keep Ripping Open
Things we thought were healed and gone can and will always come back to haunt us. Mental scars we thought long healed will rip open without warning, immersing you in a pain that can eclipse that which scarred you in the first place, and if you dwell too long on the scars they will rip even more deeply, causing greater pain than ever.
Every time the scars tear open, they tear deeper into your psyché, regardless of if you dwell on them; dwelling just makes them worse. But there is nothing you can do about them, for like emotions, your mind is something you have little or no control over. The advantage to the mind is you have some control over it. Key word: Some. It's always better to bury and shroud your memories in drugs and the haze of externally controlling substances. If you can't control your mind at least you can control your memory. |
Imagine All the People/Sharing All the World
Right, sure. Never gonna happen. Want to know why? Of course you do, or you wouldn't still be reading. Because people as a general rule are petty selfish sods who have to lord their superiority over others, be it money, fame, land or something else equally shallow. Nobody will share all the world [which is interpreted here as the physical world as well as personal world, IE possesions and so forth] with all the people and if they insist they would, they're fucking liars, or idiot Christians who think if they pretend to love everybody hard enough, God will be fooled along with the rest of the sheep and let them into heaven. Because people will not voluntarily share with a bunch of pricks, and we all know how impossible it is to avoid them. Maybe when the pricks stop taking advantage of us and don't make us paranoid to reach out to strangers, we can begin not to Imagine, but to Live. | | |
| Brief synopsis of recent events: Matt is gay and in rehab, Geoff got into a wreck and is in the hospital, I'm living in Anchorage now, my fingers smell like pot, Christmas is coming, the dvd part of my player is broke and i need the focking reciept, and endless amounts of other shit that has not made its way into my mind right now. Oh, and I have a new pipe. | | |
| I forgot, I did! Before all of the previous post, I went to the fair. It wasn't half bad, rained a lot, but I got some rings, a springless switchblade and a switchcomb. Hee hee.Among other things, I also grabbed a Rehab is for Quitters tshirt and something or other else. Hell if I can remember. I need to go back to Hot Topic and get that trench coat...and Subterranea for that claw. And I REALLY wish I'd remembered to get that other blade. It was almost as sexy as sex. | | |
| Well, this has been a hell of a two day period for Matt and I. Our troubles first began when Jamie had only two left, total, and we were forced to look elsewhere. We ended up wasting a lot of time with Krause, and then after calling Jamie back several times, we ended up talking to one of Matt's friends and getting six of supreme quality, which was a pain after having to take a guy from k-beach to DQ and then back. But they were worth it.
And then I had to let Geoff commandeer my vehicle to get him out and back, that was a bit of a headache to figure out. Once we got out there, it was all good, my parents were quite cooperative and we hid everything pretty well, when Geoff got here we kept the incense burning strong and nobody said anything, so we ended up getting away with the whole thing clean, thus far.
Matt's battery connection went fuck, and we spent hours trying to charge, jump, and make work the battery, finally spending ALL the money he got from digging post holes to buy a new battery, only to find out the connection was bad and could be fixed by being tightened, then getting his money back for the battery.
Matt and I are amazing together, we can figure out a way out of any situation by previous planning and then frantic regrouping if our plan falls through. If we got an apartment, we'd be able to handle anything.
Feels like there's more I should mention here, but I can't remember any now. More later, maybe. | | |
| Today's rant mainly focuses on religion and TV, which brings to mind the lyric and video "God is in the TV." [Rock is Dead - Marilyn Manson]
On abortion, when asked about it, a person will have an opinion, maybe not logical or what we would agree with, but a priest will say whatever happens with it is 'God's will.' Abortion is a sin because it kills babies. End of story. What about getting raped and becoming pregnant against your wishes? God's will. What about woman who die from trying to abort it themselves? God's will. What about all the teenage parents that are out there living in some scumbag apartment trying to take care of a kid and make up for who knows how many years of school lost? GOD'S WILL.
Garbage! Is that priest going to fall to the ground from a heart attack and not cry for help or call 911? Why should he, it's God's will that he should die of a heart attack, apparently. Or when he touches some little boy and gets his ass slapped in court like a bitch, why get a lawyer or even try to fight it, it's God's will, apparently.
TV's commercials have gotten so pathetic, I'm really not sure if I should be more pissed off because some commercials are better than a lot of the shows, or how mind-numbingly mind-numbing most commercials are. I mean, lame jingles and heartwarming sentimentality will only sell to people really starved for attention, or the suburban cookie cutter family. [Conservative wife, husband, minivan, dog, 2.5 children/household] That will only get you so far. The cookie cutters do make up most of the country apparently, as they've all voted Bush into office, which is maybe why the commercials predominantly play to them. But for those in need of intellectual stimulation, all the dripping sentimentality will do is make us sick.
How many TV shows are exactly like CSI? And Cops? And ALL the damn new cartoons coming out on cartoon network are all just...dumb. Not to mention Hollywood and their disturbing pechant for making crappy sequels to EVERY movie in existance. But I digress. How many different versions of Cops are there, there's Rescue 911 which does the exact same thing as cops, only without the catchy theme song. Reality shows are worse than CSI and the like, because they're running SO low on original ideas for reality shows all they can do is the same ones with different 'challenges' and rules and name it something else. I'm not sure which is lamest: these shows, or the people who live and die by them.
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