the egg of existence is contemplating suicide on everybody's behalf. the thread hasn't been recovered and the meaning of words and such matters is a very different question altogether. lets move on to other things.
i take it upon myself to question the stability of gravity and household appliances, the windows need to rest from their eternal search for the unknown. who are we to judge? do we understand the language of the tables and chairs, the curtains or speak the dialect of the drawers, all i hear is-open and shut- that doesn't give me the right to trivialize such an existence. nothing is futile, d.n.a everywhere, double helix of disdain scattered around, dancing in the wayward wind, floating in the water inside a solitary glass, humming to itself in a higher decibel, therefore the world is seemingly ordinary to our vision.
narrow minded humans concerned with little things, no logical purpose, logic that isn't provable even to ourselves... strange it is, irregular, powerful and most of all, vain.
but, i ask myself...why such vanity? and why do we have such bad taste? isn't it fascinating! we are truly the lost,wandering blob of species who cannot and will not understand and accept our fate, largely because we are conceited, arrogant, foolish, rubber brained low lives with such a sense of proportion that we do not give a fuck when we know we are worthless.
we should stop trying to decipher the meaning to life, because there is none. there is absolutely no point in getting up in the morning and greeting the day because most likely the day is unimpressed with you and will probably piss on your cheery greeting.
this is what i have to say tonite.
tune in for more bad news in unreadable english.
i take it upon myself to question the stability of gravity and household appliances, the windows need to rest from their eternal search for the unknown. who are we to judge? do we understand the language of the tables and chairs, the curtains or speak the dialect of the drawers, all i hear is-open and shut- that doesn't give me the right to trivialize such an existence. nothing is futile, d.n.a everywhere, double helix of disdain scattered around, dancing in the wayward wind, floating in the water inside a solitary glass, humming to itself in a higher decibel, therefore the world is seemingly ordinary to our vision.
narrow minded humans concerned with little things, no logical purpose, logic that isn't provable even to ourselves... strange it is, irregular, powerful and most of all, vain.
but, i ask myself...why such vanity? and why do we have such bad taste? isn't it fascinating! we are truly the lost,wandering blob of species who cannot and will not understand and accept our fate, largely because we are conceited, arrogant, foolish, rubber brained low lives with such a sense of proportion that we do not give a fuck when we know we are worthless.
we should stop trying to decipher the meaning to life, because there is none. there is absolutely no point in getting up in the morning and greeting the day because most likely the day is unimpressed with you and will probably piss on your cheery greeting.
this is what i have to say tonite.
tune in for more bad news in unreadable english.
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