“I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?”—
I don’t believe in magic I don’t believe in I-ching I don’t believe in Bible I don’t believe in tarot I don’t believe in Hitler I don’t believe in Jesus I don’t believe in Kennedy I don’t believe in Buddha I don’t believe in Mantra I don’t believe in Gita I don’t believe in Yoga I don’t believe in kings I don’t believe in Elvis I don’t believe in Zimmerman I don’t believe in Beatles I just believe in me Yoko and me And that’s reality
As far as politics goes, the real bullet is the C.ocaine I.mporting A.gency. That’s one of their biggest secrets. They overthrew Iran and Guatemala—TWO countries— in 1953 alone. They took out Allende and put in Pinochet (See: Chile, circa ‘73).
If they can control a country’s leader on the other side of the world, what in Christ’s name makes you think for a single second they aren’t doing it here? (Oh yeah, George H. Dubbya Bush was the director before he became president) (Oh… yeah).
i really thought i had it all figured out. i thought death had been conquered and the fear that came with it was gone… that i could keep my buddhist mentality in the face of suffering and sadness and despair. but i’m really not sure anymore. it’s scary and unpredictable and sad, as much as it is just another part of life and the last step into the Great Unknown. i believed my dad’s death back in 2006 somehow snapped me out of the more illusionary aspects of existence. that death could be beaten with acceptance and understanding and all the other shit they tell ya when you’re in a frame of mind. and as i stand here typing this out, Animal Planet tells me about how cute the yak is, but nature isn’t sentimental. Goddamn right she isn’t. Everything simply is. But i’m not in the mood to accept right now. I feel like letting go and crying and i might sleep outside tonight. It’s only 33 degrees. Ironically, my heart feels thawed and it has nothing to do with 2012 weather. i’ve finally cried, a lot, for the first time in years, and it actually feels good to let go like this. To stop controlling it with this bullshit buddha mentality that doesn’t even exist in the first place. Fuck Enlightenment.
“What I write is different from what I say, what I say is different from what I think, what I think is different from what I ought to think and so it goes further into the deepest darkness.”—Franz Kafka (via vintzent)
but i need to vent tonight guys. i feel like i’m stuck in an emotion that’s stuck in the middle of something between depression and acceptance.
My dog is probably going to die this week. She’s been throwing up and etc. etc. etc. for about a week and a half now and i don’t even know what to do or think or write about at this point. She’s the wisest and most intelligent animal i’ve ever met… i’ll probably write one or two of the things she’s done in the near future when she’s gone, but i’m not in the mood tonight and goddamnit, I don’t know what to do. She really has been my best friend over the years, and the saying isn’t just a saying.
But then there’s a part of me that isn’t all depressed… the above part is depressing. The only thing that really depresses me is that she’s in pain and I’m considering putting her down. On the other hand, the average life expectancy of collies is about… 10 years or so, and Princess is 13 and she’s really had an incredible life. I’ve never seen a dog overcome jealousy or fuck with a man’s mind or do the things she does. I’m grateful for everything she’s taught me and the time I’ve had with her. She’s like my second mother and has been with me since 4th grade.
iCarly—the iBrainwash Little Kids episode putlocker.com/file/BE0E19BD3BD25BD8#
thanks be to brainbytumblr for finding the episode.
Reality is a lot more fucking weird than the majority of people can think.
Alas, we continue marching and holding up signs and promoting Freedom.
This is your future: you’re going to have a chip imbedded under your skin.
SOPA? It’s nothing compared to this.
You’re going to be a walking, talking, fucking GPS. Monitored and tracked and controlled by the same exact banks that ruined the economy and control these politicians like the puppets that they are. And all your money will be on it, and it only makes sense that if you protest, they’ll turn off your chip and you’ll be outcasted from society and put into jail under NDAA, or something even more vile than it.
Fantasy is what we want. Reality is what we need.
So if they’ll turn off our chips if we protest… it seems as though the only solution is to… make a big. fucking. deal. about it before it comes forth.
FUCK man, are you so naive? The title of his job is MYTHBUSTER!
I have three more classes to get my degree in journalism, one for the fiction writing minor.
Now I’m taking teaching classes because I. WILL. GO. POSTAL. if I’m ever forced to work for a newspaper “covering the elections” that are already damned-well bought out and paid for and the winner is predetermined by the mafia.