Myspace Layouts at Pimp-My-Profile.com / Blue Passion
Myspace Layouts at Pimp-My-Profile.com / Blue Passion
2001 Pacific Crest Age-Out Victory Arc
Santa Clara Vanguard Cymbals Tap Chokes
Spirit Suicide Blindfold Machine
I'd like to meet me. I think I'd get a kick out of me for about 5 minutes then I'd wanna kick my annoying ass.Actually I'd love to meet myself inside my own head. The fleshly bounds of the body filter what the pure mind and pure heart are aching to make public. For instance, you tell someone I love you, but is that really enough all the time. You tell someone I hate you, is an H, an A, a T, and an E really going to convey to the world what pure thought/emotion you are trying to rock-skip throughout the universe? Even simple thoughts to one's self are hindered by the greyish matter that physically makes up the brain. We don't only use 10% of our brain's capacity because we refuse to or are not advanced enough to unlock our "full potential," we underacheive for 2 reasons, the inefficiency of thoughts trying to race through solid matter and insecurities. So if I could just lose this earthbound consciousness for a minute or 2, hell maybe even make all time stand still and just understand the full, uninhibited meaning of all the currently caramelly syrupy jammed thoughts and emotions that I really think and feel, that would be cool. Real cool. Super cool. For lack of a better word, yknow, cool.EDIT - 5/6/07 - Damn, in hindsight, it's hard to believe I wrote that. In a good way. I impress myself w/ my super-dopeness on a very regular basis. This sounds like something I'd ramble to any random Joe Blow Nobody, but of course it would never come out like that because in said situation I am often past exhaustion and beginning to flirt w/ delirium. See friends, this is what my ramblings look like before I "massacre" them everso unimpressively. Then proceed to rock the blingin' white sombrero hoodrich stylie.EDIT - 1/31/08 - Damn, in hindsight, I analyze myself a lot, maybe too much. Meh.