Wasted-life-musings - Musings Of A Wasted Life

and heres a song about being lost at sea, and deciding who to eat, and right after eating said person, finding land, you may recognize this from the horrible Rammstein cover that was horrible, not since “ Das Model “ has Rammstein fucked up a song so bad.  Here’s Aria-Shtil.....

“ The Wall “ is my favorite floyd album, even though darkside is probably better it speaks to me personally.  that being said, once floyd lost barret it was no longer floyd, here’s scarecrow, a song ya should know but maybe dont.

( Fun fact the name pink floyd comes from syd barrett, he used to wear an all blue leisure suit, and one day they were tripping and it looked pink, a floyd was a brittish slang for a fancy gentleman, hence he was the pink floyd. )

Lately I'm reading literature from 1930's Japan, I'm reading 1960's scifi, im reading 1800s philosophy and Ill tell ya a funny thing about it, nothing has changed, and probably nothing will change

The Buddha teaches us that life is suffering, to live is to suffer, because to live is to need, and to need is to suffer, and to be enlightened is to be free of need, of suffering, the Buddha teaches that the point of life is to live long enough to realize the point of living is to get ready to be dead longer, let go of need and consciousness, and accept it.

After 30 years, I totally understand this notion, it's already more than enough, not that most humans drive me the fuck up the wall or anything,  Kisses, love you...

...She rambled on, but I have never been able to get interested when women talk about themselves, it may be because women are so inept at telling a story ( That is, because they place the emphasis in the wrong places ) or for some other reason. In any case I have always turned a deaf ear. " " I feel so unhappy " " I am sure that this one phrase whispered to me would arouse my sympathy more than the longest, most painstaking account of a womans life. It amazes and astonishes me that i have never once heard a woman make this simple statement. " "...something like a silent current of misery an inch wide flowed over the surface of her body. When I lay next to her my body was enveloped in her current, which mingled with my own harsher current of gloom like ' a withered leaf settling to rest on the stones at the bottom of a pool ' I had freed myself from fear and uneasiness. "

Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human