or "how i aspire to be a lesbian home-wrecker". lol!
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my ears are stealing your echoes. Pretty soon the RIAA is gonna find a way to charge you for hearing.
Oh wait, they already are....
You do not own anything. Thats the farcity of it all. You bloom ideas, you grow them, and sometimes they can remain seperate from you when they are strong enough. Someone else can carry it for you. But its not yours. Your art will always be yours, though. But its the nature of art to be shared, but its the respect to artists to let them keep it. They're the ones working on it. like plants. PLants aren't yours. But you take care of them. then they take care of themselves. Them life becomes easier for the both of you.
but plants aren't really people, that i know of. AT least that i've met.
yet. who knows? maybe i'll find a way to wake one up. i wonder what plants dream about.
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So i encourage you stop worshipping your gods, and become one instead. Don't wait for someone to save you. Learn to save yourself. If you keep growing new ideas, you'll always be able to save yourself. And thats the beginning of becoming a god.
Taking care of yourself. Take care of yourself first, then help the person next to you. You are an individual on a team. Take whatever analogy you want. There may not be an I in team, but there are four different letters. But, like they say, just because you are unique doesn't mean your useful. But thats good; having groups of people means we need to have people that are loners. Some people like it, other people are good at it, often times those groups are the same people. They also usually smell. Its ok, i mean, do whatever you want, i just ain't gonna hang out with you if you make my eyes water. Thats respect. Thats being a team. And it all stems from taking care of yourself first.
Think of it like tending life. Like growing a plant or having an idea. You, yourself, are as much as you make of yourself. You take care of yourself, you promote life around you as well. People take showers nowadays, and what happens? We can all live a little closer together. I don't gotta yell at you from down the street.
Fuck babel and all that jazz. Magical asshole ruining everyones walkie-talkies, more like the plumbing broke and people couldn't understand eachother over the roaring odor. Or from the next farm over.
Thats where curse words came from. You yell to your friend joe "Hey man, wanna beer?" and all he hears is "..blah bl-blah nigger" and thats where misunderstandings come from. Man was just trying to offer you a beer and you all steal his TV n shit.
then it becomes funny, and you get assholes. Then assholes over do it, and they become bitter.
Then they invent religion.
and it all goes down hill.
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but yeah, i'd love to do a woman who had a mistress who liked it when i joined. They were fine when it was just them, and loved when i was around.
That'd be awesome.
but yeah, it might get too extreme? i could go for just one lady. but they're like potato chips. pringles, lays, ruffles, ok i'm not too sure about fritos. I think i've met a few cheetos though.
i mean, right now, i'm hitting blueball desperations. i need a girl who just wants to fuck all the time. im sorry, i mean relationships can be cool n all, and i would love a fuckbuddy who i does other stuff i like to do too, but right now i need the physical activity of booty.
ok bedtime. its like 5am here, lol!
PS: i found out today that LOST comes in a huge can, called a Big Gun. its the fucking shit! i love it so much. mmmmm. its gonna help me when i'm building my tower.
lol, i find it funny that to properly construct my place the way i want to, its gonna take some serious saving up, and im looking into a crazy job up on the slope right now. make around 1000$ a week, or more. and have nowhere to spend my money. because to start my tower out right, its gotta have a good foundation.
which means i'll be living in a hole in the ground for a while. Basement, dungeon, wine cellar, whatever you call it. The roots of my treehouse are gonna be fun. and you know i'm gonna have a mad science laboratory in the basement. along with the dungeon. and "wine" cellar. humidor closet for the cigars, lol. and a grow room.
The alignment of some mirrors with the progression of the sun across the sky, that is lining up the tower with some stars and the moon, means i can shine the light from the sun into every corner, of every room, and save a lot on electricity. Not to mention charge up some solar cells, and have some wind generators. The only necessity is a water source, preferrably a well or a river. Modern day technology is so the awesomeness. Biodeisel? and a greenhouse? thats a way to get started while one works on mad science.
like in the library probably, or and my bedroom, i'm gonna have huge porthole windows, like large enough where the bottom curve of the sill will be lined with pillows and blankets and one can just lay in the sun, or moon.
no but really, the first part is digging out and building a solid foundation, and filling up the "Basement" with all the important equipment; water heater, generators, pumps/waste management. I mean, it ain't that hard to do plumbing, technology is great.
in fact, its like magic.
I wish adapting and empowering ourselves was the common thing to do; not waiting for someone to save you. like the lottery.
I've never known anyone who won the lottery. but i hear about it happening all the time!
now, i'm telling you right now.
tatoos are on the way. i have my first design hashed out. is it a crazy death octopus wrapped around a fiersome guitar sword?The trapped soul of a demon used in teh ink? its long tentacles matching the natural curves of my muscles when they flex, giving a living look regardless of the angle, making thte trapped demon a permanent part of me?
you'll find out.
and of course,
i wouldn't spoil the dragon skull guitar sword.
or is it a pair of eyes and teh words " i see you " on teh back of my neck? lol. that'd be funny.
the E key is obviously misplaced on the keyboard, because i hardly time it right when using it in conjunction with the letter T. teh. tegh. .
ugh.
lol!
Monday, March 05, 2007
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