I really
don't want
to write anything right now
because sometimes when I write
it makes my eyebrows hurt.
Tuesday, October 12, 2021
Monday, October 11, 2021
“My mother's suffering grew into a symbol in my mind, gathering to itself all the poverty, the ignorance, the helplessness; the painful, baffling, hunger-ridden days and hours; the restless moving, the futile seeking, the uncertainty, the fear, the dread; the meaningless pain and the endless suffering. Her life set the emotional tone of my life, colored the men and women I was to meet in the future, conditioned my relation to events that had not yet happened, determined my attitude to situations and circumstances I had yet to face. A somberness of spirit that I was never to lose settled over me during the slow years of my mother's unrelieved suffering, a somberness that was to make me stand apart and look upon excessive joy with suspicion, that was to make me keep forever on the move, as though to escape a nameless fate seeking to overtake me.
At the age of twelve, before I had one year of formal schooling, I had a conception of life that no experience would ever erase, a predilection for what was real that no argument could ever gainsay, a sense of the world that was mine and mine alone, a notion as to what life meant that no education could ever alter, a conviction that the meaning of living came only when one was struggling to wring a meaning out of meaningless suffering.At the age of twelve I had an attitude toward life that was to endure, that was to make me seek those areas of living that would keep it alive, that was to make me skeptical of everything while seeking everything, tolerant of all and yet critical. The spirit I had caught gave me insight into the sufferings of others, made me gravitate toward those whose feelings were like my own, made me sit for hours while others told me of their lives, made me strangely tender and cruel, violent and peaceful.
It made me want to drive coldly to the heart of every question and it open to the core of suffering I knew I would find there. It made me love burrowing into psychology, into realistic and naturalistic fiction and art, into those whirlpools of politics that had the power to claim the whole of men's souls. It directed my loyalties to the side of men in rebellion; it made me love talk that sought answers to questions that could help nobody, that could only keep alive in me that enthralling sense of wonder and awe in the face of the drama of human feeling which is hidden by the external drama of life.”
Friday, October 01, 2021
My Late SE?EN Movie Review...
SPOILER ALERT.
Oh, HELLO!!!
Goddamn, I missed you all!
I really DID!
Holy Butts - I've seriously missed you!
I'm back good this time.
I'm sorry that I was gone for so long but now I have more stories to tell. I know how to make this house look a little more welcoming and I need to tidy up a bit.
Yay!!!
I'm glad to be back.
Thursday, June 03, 2021
Reasons why humans haven't been allowed to have natural camouflage abilities
Because you'd use it to blend into the cheese section at Trader Joe's because you called in sick that day and just saw your boss.
Because you haven't paid to see a movie in years - you usually wait a month or so until the crowds die down and then you sit in the back corner seats. You usually prefer seat M1.
Because we would look like the walls of the bars that we drink at.
Because sometimes I'd look like Paw Patrol or Golden Girls episodes.
Because police would need thermal imaging googles.
Because you would be a pervert...or MORE perverted.
BecauseBecauseBecuzzzzzz! Becauseofthewonderfulthingshedoes!!!
Because we would look like the walls of the bars that we drink at.
Because sometimes I'd look like Paw Patrol or Golden Girls episodes.
Because police would need thermal imaging googles.
Because you would be a pervert...or MORE perverted.
BecauseBecauseBecuzzzzzz! Becauseofthewonderfulthingshedoes!!!
Because of pee. Because of poop.
Concerts would seem empty.
Because we would look like TARGET. The store. ALL OF IT.
Concerts would seem empty.
Because we would look like TARGET. The store. ALL OF IT.
Sunday, May 23, 2021
Friday, May 21, 2021
Friday, May 14, 2021
Alfred Drummond...
BABY'S BREATH
Br
Ghost Town
Rwarrrrrr
#141
Gosling Hates This
I DIED, I DID
BLOOOOOOOO
Is he dark enough
Lemon
DANCEPANTS
CONTINUE?
Tibetan Jowls
BZZZZZZ
The End
Beezle
O
GUIDE TO THE NIGHT SKY
Meow
BOOKSMART
CIAO MEOW
Lucky Cheeto
HI
Horrible Guilty Pleasures
ADHD
Lemon Dance Pants
AAAAYYYYY
CONTINUE
DIENOW
NICE and DEPRESSING
HEY b
htdhghhghgdhgd
CADILLAC and CARDIACS
HARPY HARPY jOY ohBOY
COVERS SREVOC
Kafka
Beezle
WOEM
EM rOW
IG-**
ihateyoursndtrxxx
STOPGOWAIT
WATYER COLOUR
HELP. { PLEASE }
Angel-Headed Hipster
DUN
“We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitses. Wicked, tricksy, false!”
I just erased something that I've been writing for the last hour and a half. It was about keyboards and love and about Gollum from LoTR and how happy I am and how I love my life but this is all you get right now because somebody threw the hgisfasfaasfoihasfszzz preciouszzz in the preciouzssss - DUDE. What I wrote before this is gone now and I think was very sweet. I GUESS IF I AM TYPING HERE AT THIS LATE HOUR AND IN ALL LOUDY-LOUDY BUTT CAPS and IF YOU"RE READING THIS - Dude, DOOD - besides losing what I just wrote for the last 90 minutes? Things are FABULOUS and I couldn't be any happier, YOU and THIS LIFE is PRECIOUS, My Preciousssssss......be well and I LOVE you ALL. Be good and be well.
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