What about me.....
creature for awhileive always said golf was gaythis one actually connected.is there a dick sr.?
Food for Thoughts.-=z
I am the fly on the wall constently seeing, observing. I know you, i know everything about you what pornos you like to wack off to. i know what you had for breakfast I know cause i took a huge dump on it. but still you wont know that i exhist. in twenty four hours ill be gone and ill know everything about you but you wont know that ill be dead. but thats life. the next shift will take over. another dump another day another fly with a different say another domino dropped in your way. one day youll feel my effect but still you wont know, just a twist of fate just another bad breakfast. fuck it, fuck you, it doesnt matter in a day ill be gone and in a hundred years no one will care about you.we are haunted by fears unseen. we hide in details, ensureing we miss the big picture. faster we run into the arms of oblivion, seeking more and more distractions. we hold on and stagnate leaving trails of regret and sorrow. deeper into the box we retreat finding solice within the third dimension. drowning slowly choking on maddness falling further into the blue. i say fuck it. i say let go. the wheels are in motion turning events into reality. i say push it quicken the pace faster to our salvation or exploding burning to our doom.
Its so hard to see the insignificant with the world constantly pitching and rolling. Especially when we are the insignificant.
What do you want? I cant think of an easier question and yet how many of us hesitate looking for an answer. Even those with no hesitation dont know. for how do you define happiness or love even money is just a means for an end. questions Questions questions yet no answers to be found.
Does anyone else feel that, for some reason our time here is almost at an end?
a strange feeling it is, one of paranoia, fear and loathing, and empty sorrow. a mixture of all those dark and dank feelings kept hidden from the waking world. Its as if we are stuck in some recipricating virtual relm doomed to repeat an infinite loop of peaks and depressions. the feeling is one of bitter realization
A realization that all things must adapt and ultimetly change in order to survive.
So,... do we change? or do we stagnate? Allowing the parasites to congregate and ripen. Perhaps we should look to the past to Create a wider scoope so that we may look into the present with larger eyes. able to see things that were to close and to blurry.
Forever changing,... our view.