Perfection Vs. The Meaning Of Life Vs. The Tango
rock_26iin | 26 February, 2006 13:40
Me: you should hear her laugh sometime man. It
Conflict
rock_26iin | 20 February, 2006 16:54
For the heck of it, I got a pic to add today, it's called Conflict. Amazing what you can do with free time and Paint.
I am at my eloquent worst right now, so I am unable to convey anything of what I want to say today. I don't know what to do, so I think I will not say anything more.
**Edit: Changed the font size before i get chastised by June again.
Og + Fare -> Tango
rock_26iin | 13 February, 2006 21:49
There are people and then there are other people. Right now, my inebriated state has disabled my neurons so hopelessly, that I can't really differentiate between these two, but anyway they exist. Umm....where was I?....Oh yeah, there are two types of people, one is called the male or for now, we shall name him Og. And then the other people called the females, for now, they shall be called Fare. Now, Og cannot do without Fare, while Fare, well as I don't belong to the Fare category, I don't know, but I think that Fare also need Og sometimes.
So, this Og and Fare, when they come together, well, things happen.....wheres my bottle? Ah, found it, anyway...where was I? Damn, I was right here, how am I in two places at once? Hell, I don't know what I'm saying now....ah, well coming back to the Fare + Og question, well, I really don't know what the question itself was, so I am pretty unsure I'll know the answer. Maybe the answer is 21, or maybe its 84, maybe there is no question and no answer, maybe they just are supposed to be added and then the stew boils.
Again, I don't know what I'm saying, (its the alcohol talking), anyway, well this Og I know, very good friend of mine, practically resides in my head, well, he likes this Fare, but can't get it out, 'cause he thinks that the Fare doesn't like him. Well, can't blame Fare, I don't like him either. And now he tells me, that the world is playing tricks on him, the radio is only playing songs that Fare likes. Now, don't judge him, he's just paranoid. Like me.
So, coming back to....to whatever I was saying (that sounds about right), I think all the Ogs and Fares should forget about the meaning of life and just do the tango. Lot less stressful and much more enjoyable...seriously...
My Live Effigy...Alight!
rock_26iin | 12 February, 2006 19:07
I gaze through the smoke and haze, wondering what is happening. The fumes, the drugged effect they have, and slowly, I realize that I am on fire. I am the one burning slowly, being frozen out of my existence by flames.
Yes, yes, I've had a major mental fuck up. I am making no sense when people talk to me, rather, when I talk to them or whatever. Nothing wants to make sense, it just wants to get more complicated and get me more entangled in this spiders web that is sometimes referred to as my life. I get disoriented at times, feel Friday is really Monday and Sunday will never come, and that time just stops and starts as if its got fits.
I feel that I am not supposed to understand what I feel. I'm looking at that flame, which was just up to my knees right now, looks like it just managed to get higher. Anyway, I'm still wondering what am I supposed to feel. Should I laugh the world in its face? Or should I say that I need to live more. Hey, the fire is getting furious now, it just reached above my belt.
The fire is there, but I feel frozen, I know that
Question 1
rock_26iin | 02 February, 2006 20:25
I am here. For what reason, for what purpose, I ask myself and the only reply I get is the din humming of the fan. The only thing that mattered to me, the only thing that still held me sane, walked away from me, never looking back, never once thinking of the way it crushed me. So, again I ask myself what purpose is my life? Do any of us even serve a purpose? I do not know the meaning of life but I do know that for a life to be meaningful it has to have a purpose, it has to have a sense of motion, motion towards achievement, achievement of happiness, achievement of your dreams, your aspirations. But when the dream itself walked away from you, what are you supposed to do? All right, agreed that the dream wasn