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Vivian

It's all inside my head...

About Me

For my own sake and the sake of remembering:Windows (Just one piece of the puzzle amongst other puzzles in the puzzle):Everybody has a mental window. For most, this window will never be opened. It is locked and they do not have the ability to unlock it. Luckily for them. My window flies open; the lock is worn and defective. This mental window is the window to insanity. Circles are beyond the window, and endless puzzles that all make up one big puzzle. The big puzzle is reality. Everything works in circles; intertwined circles. Its all associations and relationships. That’s all reality is when your window is open. Puzzles. Every thought is a puzzle piece and associated thoughts are small puzzles. All making one big puzzle. They repeat and go in circles. Circles are never ending, the puzzles are never ending, and everything is never ending. Normal. I am normal. The defect strikes again and the window opens. I close it, but it flies open again and the rain of insanity is pouring through and into me. The mere fact that I can still lock it is the only thing reminding me that I have even the slightest thread of sanity left. When I loose my ability to lock my window, I will loose my last thread of sanity and termination is inevitable. Insane. My purpose is to disect the puzzle to get to the smaller puzzles to get to the pieces. But first I need the pieces so I can build the small puzzles to make the big one. This is my life. This is my mind and my purpose. Don’t ask me questions and don’t make assumptions. Just absorb. Blank. Blanking out is the result of barricading the window. When the presence of the window is known, the lock will rust and begin to deteriorate. It becomes defective. The window must be locked when its presence is known, otherwise it just flies open. However, what if the lock won’t stay? Barricade it. To barricade is to make things blank. The window needs to be there in order to have normalcy. But the window opens to allow the insanity in and the presence of the window must be known in order for it to open. Once it opens it is defective. This defect is irreparable and unavoidable. You can only erase the presence of the window by barricading it. But the window must be present to have normalcy. Thus, barricading the window leads to blankness. Neither normalcy nor insanity will exist once the window is barricaded. Medicine is a barricade. Those medicated become blank. The window is present in all, but only the insane know of it’s presence and only the blank have barricaded it. What makes one aware of the windows presence? Well, that’s easy; the same thing that makes one insane. What is insanity? Is this insanity? Why does this one window decide insanity? This is just a puzzle which lies within a larger puzzle.

My Interests

MUSIC.... music is very important to me, id go nuts without it.. my friends, umm... art.... drawing, one of my few talents.... and whatever else is fun.. whatever makes me happy

I'd like to meet:

more interesting people than i prestently know...

Music:

Ive noticed that when people you dont know or hardly know ask to be your friend on myspace, you really don't ever talk to them or remember that they are your myspace friend. Do you know why this happens? Most general facts about a person are plastered on a template designed by some jerkoff who gets paid a lot of money so that your myspace profile says enough about you to intrigue someone into adding you to their friends or sending you a message. So, if you're so concerned with my taste in music, ask me. :)

Movies:

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind ~ American History X ~ Kentucky Fried Movie ~ Eight Crazy Nights ~ Full Metal Jacket ~ Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back ~ Party Monster ~ Donnie Darko ~ Napolean Dynamite ~ Trainspotting ~ Clockwork Orange ~ House of 1000 Corpses ~ X-Men ~ and now im getting to lazy to write more

Television:

I hate tv

Books:

Basically whatever school makes me read and whatever i feel like reading

Heroes:

Your mom... yupp, sounds about right to me..

My Blog

so i wrote a poem in english because i had to

Fragments of sunlight pierce the blinds,momentarily striking her porcelain skin.He gently shifts her hairto reveal the depths of her mysterious eyes,resembling a forest set ablazeand pouring out all o...
Posted by Vivian on Sun, 07 May 2006 02:57:00 PST

The rare appearance of Vivian...

So every now and then when I feel like surrendering my brain, I log on to this sespool of young sluts prostituting their stolen identies and tainted bodies. So its an occassional source of entertainme...
Posted by Vivian on Tue, 14 Mar 2006 09:19:00 PST

Glenn is cool =D

Yeah, this is my "blog revival" that Glenn requested. I hope it's as good for everyone else as it is for him. lol. Hmm... well, I smell horrible from work, it's hot as balls outside, i want to blow up...
Posted by Vivian on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

I have 69 friends... hahaha

Just kidding.. its really not that funny... Only for a second..
Posted by Vivian on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

13 year old whores make me want to vomit

I believe that there is nothing worse than girls around the age of 13 posing as 16 year olds or older. Not only is it ridiculous because they dont look anywhere near as old as they say they are, but s...
Posted by Vivian on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Drivers Ed is a JOKE

Drivers Ed is lame as hell. You know how you watch those 80's movies with the kids sitting in their drivers Ed classes watching some really lame movie with some guy narrating it that sounds like a com...
Posted by Vivian on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

woot new pictures

its about time i got a new fucking webcam.. now i can have decent pictures instead of tiny, shit quality lame ass shit that i cant do anything with... even though the quality still isnt that great..
Posted by Vivian on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST