Wasted-life-musings - Musings Of A Wasted Life

You’re all fucked and overrated, i think I’m gonna be sick and it’s your fault.

Drug Users on Tumblr

There seems to me, to be two main, and clear catagories on tumblr

Category 1: Sad brainwashed 12 step recovery Jesus freaks

Category 2: little like, spoiled white bitches that think its super cool they can suck enough dick to get meth each day

of course there are alot of sub categories, I fully support the hallucinogenic crowd, theyre generally good thoughtful people ( go figure ) or theyre like teenagers that havent done it but are super into pink floyd, its ok, start dreams small.

SO, a few thoughts:

Category 1: You’re everything people hate about mormons, except unlike mormons you are still egocentric as fuck and help no one around you and still only think of yourself, and youre faggy little brainwashed recovery

Category 2: hahahahaha, what can i say, enjoy those 5 years you’re fuckable I guess there toothless, dont fall through a crack in the floor now.  ( I’m so cool, i live with my parents and have zero education and enough free time to take selfies with my crack pipe 6 times a day everyday, so other crackpipe enthusiasts can click like )

“ TRUTH IS NOT WHAT YOU WANT IT TO BE, it is what it is and you must bend to its power or live a lie “ - Miyamoto Musashi

The Cemetery

My last post reminds me I never told you people that I worked in a cemetery as a teen, I remember the first body I buried i was maybe 13, 14 ( i worked under the table because i knew people there ) He was a suicide victim, 35 i think.  I stood at a distance during the funeral, picked up the plywood, took off the straps from lowering the coffin, etc. 

With modern machinery most is done with a backhoe, but you need to manually shovel the dirt between the vault and the ground, and etc.  so It’s raining out, and by the time i get there the hole is filled with water, i jump on the coffin and shovel dirt, i feel the coffin move beneath my feet, i float on this dead man and shovel dirt in cracks/ 

I remember after I went to the crematorium, which was a warehouse full of cardboard boxes, and drank coffee and what not, it being cold and rainy.  I remember shedding a single tear for the man I never met and moving on with my life.

After that it was childsplay, nothing in a box or in the ground was even human, but that one moment will stick with me forever, that and the smell of the crematorium, once you smell a burning human body I promise you you wont ever forget it. 

By 13 I had looked death in the face, and maybe it was traumatic by millennial standards but death has always been a part of life, and by 13 I knew someday id have some small funeral of people pretending to care and I’d be put in the boggy mud and forgotten forever more.  It has shaped my life in ways you’ll never understand sans the experience. 

There is no god, there is no redemption, there is here and now, and there is gone, and dont let any Babylonian babble sway you, when you’re standing on that floating coffin you know then and there, god is a lie and there is no redemption.  I think, in private, I cried for that strangers water laden corpse more than I did for any of my loved ones, I regret not remembering his name. 

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"I will work as long as my life remains. Working for my food is what has made me happy in this life." (Gatlang, Rasuwa)

(via hrgiger-blog)

This is a not so special song you may remember from GTA4 with a video that well, it’s hard to describe how perfect this video is, you have to watch it all to really appreciate it,  and it was cheap to make at that, the communist in me loves that.

My best friend just got married, wasnt even invited.  Oh yeah, 30 years well spent people, ive made so many connections