Untitled - by whatclass
- by whatclass - 1/1/2007 - 8:06:33 pm
v1- by whatclass - 1/1/2007 8:06:33 pm
whatclass1/1/2007 8:06:58 pm
2008 forever
fatribz1/1/2007 9:02:02 pm
i wonder if you can will yourself back to life when you die, but no one wants to because they realize how paper thin life is, like the attention/consciouness is just about to be torn at any given second like paper. what the fuck how many people here are looking forward to dying, eeeeeeeeeehhhhhh i wonder what is going on, i don't know how much can really be happening, it doesn't seem like a lot is the what the what the this this this this this this this this this this this this this this this this this this this this this this this this...ummm... i quit cigarettes for over a week now but. does life have a purpose and can dogs fly if they try hard enough.. like lil bow wow, for example, could he.. if probed hard enough, launch his pasty white ass into the heavens above? could a dead dog exist in steady orbit around the earth? could a person will their self to death? these are the questions in the information age that need no introduction. my liver has failed me for the last time, i won't drink this year very much, i will start writing more computer programs and figure out if i want to live past 50. if i find a woman maybe have some children i might not be so questioning and i will just do.. like planets orbit the sun for no reason, they just do it. an object in motion wants to remain in motion, well it doesnt WANT to but it does, i have no idea why and what the hell sort of significance that has... gravity, all things are crazy about gravity, we all wanna lump up together, is that romantic? should we follow natural laws of physics in our personal lives in order to be one with the universe in a more satifisfactory way? the things we want, should we trust the urge to want anything? it is hard to be selfish when there is little you want, you just don't care about anything really.. is it wrong not to care how anything goes? would it be ok if i lay under your deck until i die? or should i keep going out to get food and water, and continue my life under your patio, maybe i will move into detroit and be underground in detroit, maybe that would make more sense as techno music was created there.. why do i love to fuck with things so much? no one else would bother writing so much shit in this comment box, why does that turn me on? why do i mangle sound waves so much (i think i am doing this.. but i will not give myself the credit since i am not sure i really believe i am doing anything), am i so dissatified with things? do i really wish my arms would grow to be forty feet long and have six arms that are black grow out of my head? or would an arm that has a golden arm for a hand be better? these are the questions for the information age that require little to no assistance in GI JOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE... i have some talents that must be put to use on this earth, what sorta profession will allow my natural strengths to flourish? will they make life healthier for mankind? or just more interesting/fun? is fun the best part of life? i can't take typing seriously at all.
ethermonkey1/1/2007 10:34:07 pm
nigga, please
Seeker1/2/2007 11:14:10 am
Please don't write stuff like that it make me afraid. :(
fatribz1/2/2007 3:55:30 pm
afraid?? no! if anything in there was badness..it is just nonsense.. i think it's cool, celebrating the physical world. but of course it cannot happen again, this is not the place for so many words in one place