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If someone doesn't like it,
they don't care about it.
That's a simple analogy.
It's also frustrating.
Very frustrating.
Especially when it's...
not true for yourself.
...sometimes.
Maybe we're all just in denial.
Running off into the field of avoidance.
And then the field is mowed down...
by the lawnmower of reality.
I hate that lawnmower.
I wish I had a wrench, so I could wreck it.
Can I wreck it?
In any way.
Even burning it.
So that the lawnmower will explode.
But then the fire will spread...and destroy
...the field of avoidance.
Why is everything a double-edged sword?
There is nothing but balance.
Of good, and evil.
Of evil, and good.
And all we can say is that sometimes we are
one or another...
Or both.
But that doesn't solve the problem.
Nothing does. It just brings forth the tractor.
...and in the end. We're just there.
Living the fake dream.
And hiding out, until we're mauled.
...by the cow.
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I is writing a fanfiction! Guess why? OF COURSE it's because I've been watching too much Prison Documentaries! Damn, those are interesting. I never knew we had those channels before, and when I go and take a look, watching other shows of crime or horror or dogs, I discover this. What have I been missing in the wonders of television?
Traumatic is a word I have been hearing a lot lately.
Traumatic:
1. A serious injury or shock to the body, as from violence or an accident.
2. An emotional wound or shock that creates substantial, lasting damage to the psychological development of a person, often leading to neurosis.
3. An event or situation that causes great distress and disruption.
Oooooooooooooh.
Just imagine. You are alone. For three months. Alone.
Go crazy, go bitter, go clinically depressed. Yep. There you go.
Does anybody know where Squamish is?
Damn I hate this layout.
To everybody who is now eighteen years old: Congratulations. I now regard you as ancient people. After all, this is my classification:
10 and under - You do not exist
11 - Yo daddy's sack
12 - The Womb/baby
13 - Kid/adolescent
14 - Adolescent/Young Adult
15 - Adult/Middle Aged
16 - Middle Aged/ Old
17 - Very Old
18 - Ancient
19 - The time before writing
20 - The time of dinosaurs
21 - Same age as the earth
22 - Was there when the Big Bang happened
23 and over - You should be dead.
Yes, I am very old. I have a bad hip and a bad back. Back in the day we didn't have mp3 players! We had to listen to cassette tapes and CDs! Back in my day, pongs were cool! Back in my day we only watched the TV! We didn't have home computers! The cars were rectangular then, not round! What happened back in YOUR day? O:
Bananas. Kirami. Damn.
This is all.
they don't care about it.
That's a simple analogy.
It's also frustrating.
Very frustrating.
Especially when it's...
not true for yourself.
...sometimes.
Maybe we're all just in denial.
Running off into the field of avoidance.
And then the field is mowed down...
by the lawnmower of reality.
I hate that lawnmower.
I wish I had a wrench, so I could wreck it.
Can I wreck it?
In any way.
Even burning it.
So that the lawnmower will explode.
But then the fire will spread...and destroy
...the field of avoidance.
Why is everything a double-edged sword?
There is nothing but balance.
Of good, and evil.
Of evil, and good.
And all we can say is that sometimes we are
one or another...
Or both.
But that doesn't solve the problem.
Nothing does. It just brings forth the tractor.
...and in the end. We're just there.
Living the fake dream.
And hiding out, until we're mauled.
...by the cow.
----
I is writing a fanfiction! Guess why? OF COURSE it's because I've been watching too much Prison Documentaries! Damn, those are interesting. I never knew we had those channels before, and when I go and take a look, watching other shows of crime or horror or dogs, I discover this. What have I been missing in the wonders of television?
Traumatic is a word I have been hearing a lot lately.
Traumatic:
1. A serious injury or shock to the body, as from violence or an accident.
2. An emotional wound or shock that creates substantial, lasting damage to the psychological development of a person, often leading to neurosis.
3. An event or situation that causes great distress and disruption.
Oooooooooooooh.
Just imagine. You are alone. For three months. Alone.
Go crazy, go bitter, go clinically depressed. Yep. There you go.
Does anybody know where Squamish is?
Damn I hate this layout.
To everybody who is now eighteen years old: Congratulations. I now regard you as ancient people. After all, this is my classification:
10 and under - You do not exist
11 - Yo daddy's sack
12 - The Womb/baby
13 - Kid/adolescent
14 - Adolescent/Young Adult
15 - Adult/Middle Aged
16 - Middle Aged/ Old
17 - Very Old
18 - Ancient
19 - The time before writing
20 - The time of dinosaurs
21 - Same age as the earth
22 - Was there when the Big Bang happened
23 and over - You should be dead.
Yes, I am very old. I have a bad hip and a bad back. Back in the day we didn't have mp3 players! We had to listen to cassette tapes and CDs! Back in my day, pongs were cool! Back in my day we only watched the TV! We didn't have home computers! The cars were rectangular then, not round! What happened back in YOUR day? O:
Bananas. Kirami. Damn.
This is all.