Wasted-life-musings - Musings Of A Wasted Life

“The Quiet Vessel” by Bryan Olson

I think humans take the disarray of nature, the winding path and make it into straight lines, we take clutter and sort it by descending heights or contingent colors because we fear the chaos of ourselves, nature being chaotic and us being a product of said nature.

I think we obsess over pretty things because we are so very ugly inside, and we hoard items because we are forever left so very empty.  I think we live our lives in fear of everything real, our nature, our demise, that we strive to fill our lives with only the fake, we live our lives in accordance with these fears and these fears all stem from our need for immortality, which comes from a selfish nature to be special.

I think everything in our lives is the fear of death, which is just nothingness, and we fill our lives with constant trivialities of somethingness, and that is the thing we should fear, we work jobs we hate and go through bizarre rituals to impress those around us that we dont really even like because we dont even really like ourselves.

Shakes the Clown

It's dreamy weather we're on, you waved your crooked wand Along an icy pond, with a frozen moon, a murder of silhouette,crows I saw And the tears on my face, and the skates on the pond They spell Alice

I disappear in your name, but you must wait for me Somewhere across the sea, there's a wreck of a ship Your hair is like meadow grass, on the tide, and the raindrops on my window And the ice in my drink, baby all I can think of is Alice

How many selfies can one take before they’re considered a narcissistic nightmare anyways?

Aldous Huxley’s death note.

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