I've got a sick sick sick mind..and he digs it.
(they be dead.)* people that can smile during shitty situations without
a degree of cynicism.
* other existencialists.
* people that fully understand that theres hurt somewhere
behind someones hate.
* people with forgiveness
* people with compassion
* people that keep their opinions as entertainment not
as right or wrong
* people that can take rituals and traditions and revoke
all meaning just to see what its like to be totally
disconnected.
* People with NO self - importance
* people who're no longer satisfied with preconceptions.
Anyone who'd look at this for awhile knows that when events make me think about death, I get maudlin and overwrought. I've rejected the faith in which I was raised for reasons that started out political and became more philosophical (once I started questioning, I ended up questioning it all, and none of it made sense any more), but I sure do miss that crutch when it comes to dealing with dying.On the way home tonight, the internal jukebox played BS&T. I can swear there ain't no heaven but I pray there ain't no hell. I kinda go the other way...I don't think there is Hell. I don't think there is a need for Hell if there's a benevolent Someone. Plus, as torture goes, life here should be generally sufficient. But I'm really not sold on the idea of heaven. It just smacks of wishful thinking.It's wishful thinking for me, because I want it all back...every friend, every relative, every goldfish. And if we can't sit around together on clouds for eternity, the next best thing would be to be constantly recycled, and still have the chance to bump into the old beloved souls. Maybe next time I'll be the goldfish, but that's cool, as long as we still have that bond
BillHicks in a smokey mexican cantina and
people who dont use phones