Chapter 1
What if I figured out the process of how to apply for a ted talk or something similar or a speech in general; mainly an opportunity to speak in front of a crowd of people, and not just to speak- but to speak my mind. Where it has travelled to and the journey and every-fucking-thing else in between. One share, two shares, three shares. This is not a note or journal entry, or a place to organize thoughts; it is a haven for the abnormal and the abstract. Much more like a circus freak. I really like George Carlin’s introspection on words. The way he can just move things around or explain to people how they can be used differently in unconventional ways. He would also complain, he complained how words that had negative connotation, could have positive connotation when thought about or used in a certain context. For example, one of my favorites he says really confuses him is the “occasional irregularity”, “constipation became occasional irregularity. When I was a little kid, if I got sick they wanted me to go to the hospital and see a doctor. Now they want me to go to a health maintenance organization...or a wellness center to consult a healthcare delivery professional. Poor people used to live in slums. Now the economically disadvantaged occupy substandard housing in the inner cities. And they’re broke! They’re broke! They don’t have a negative cash-flow position. They’re fucking broke! Cause a lot of them were fired. You know, fired. management wanted to curtail redundancies in the human resources area, so many people are no longer viable members of the workforce. Smug, greedy, well-fed white people have invented a language to conceal their sins.” this is the kind of thing that id like to describe as brilliantly funny as fuck.
A bleeding hollow. A bleeding hollow. A window into my mind, a window into my mind, a window into my mind.
The end is nigh
The end is nigh
The end is nigh
The end is nigh
The end is nigh
The end is nigh
And as it repeats,
The end is within reach.
“I see it clearer now”, says the Atheist. “It is so easy to come to the lord, the light, and the savoir when they make it sounds so warm and welcome and comfortable and normal. Because right now it feels empty and the saying of the lord in times like these may just be a teensey bit uplifting to the sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad excuse of living mankind.”
‘fear is the mind killer’.
Even after it all, the wrath of 1000 men and 1000 weapons and 1000 of anything to defy her, she kept on living, only living for the thing she loved the most. Which was to love. She loved to love and she wouldn’t care if you didn’t love her, she said she would run into the street, get on her knees, rip her heart out and show it to you all because of love.
