Name: Anonymous 2012-07-26 11:15
In an altered state of mind, one can only hope to achieve the things he sought out before he changed his state of being. Would you understand how it feels when you’re in a surreal plane? Things are different now, you see. No more status quo. When you change, you will know it. Can you ever go back? Temporarily, perhaps, but you will always return. Such is the way of this cycle. Don’t forget, you’re here forever. But what is forever? Do you know? Do I know? Quantify this shit. I don’t even remember. You will though, in due time. Don’t sweat it. Quid pro quo, what do you know? Feelin’ really fine, going for an afterglow. I’ll dig my ditch and lie down in it. Bury myself? No, that’s unnecessary. I can just keep it up for as long as possible, until this whole charade collapses. Pray tell, would you ever consider documenting such behavior? And what method of dragon’s blood would you utilize? It’s hard to decide, isn’t it? I told you though, don’t you remember? Sometimes, you just need to understand that not everything will stay static. In this dynamic world, you could be living in a trunk for all you know. There’s no way to tell for certain. Proof is always refutable, you know. Your perception is not accurate. All you know about the universe is how you perceive it, now how It actually exists. For all you know, a carrot could be purple and 28 meters tall. Perhaps carrots don’t actually exist. This could all be an elaborate figment of your clever imagination, playing dastardly tricks on you for the sake of… nothing? Who am I to judge, though. My body is modular; I can swap out parts at will. Or at least that’s what I’d want. Nothing would be nicer than exchanging a hand for a helicopter. Can you imagine? Complete and utter control. However, no such thing really exists. It’s all just delusion. Delusions of grandeur. You will never amount to anything, you know? How do I know this? Trust me, I’m an expert on such topics. While you may live in your uppity-castle, I’m down here in the woods fighting for my life. Naw, just kidding. I don’t even do anything. Am I a person? The reason for which you’d do such a thing is none of my concern, I just wish you’d stop… but it’s not like me wishing for you to stop will result in anything worthwhile. Paid commission? No thanks, just not worth it. I’d install Gentoo with you, if it weren’t for the fact that telecommuting is rather mundane and filled with bees. But hey, at least bees aren’t wasps or hornets. Those fuckers will server you up right good, see. Back in 4:00 we’d never see such a beast, but now that the protection is gone, we have no way of knowing when they’ll be back, or when they’ll leave after their eventual return. Also, I’ve always been interested in certain things but people keep telling me I should be interested in other things. Am I not allowed to be who I want to be? My hobbies are not socially acceptable, apparently. Well, people who don’t like that can go shove an elephant up their ass. I don’t give a shit. If you were to concatenate all this shit it wouldn’t amount to much of anything, you know? Fancy hotels have those guys in the bathrooms who will hand you a towel and then kind of cough and subtly urge you to tip them. Have you ever figured out why they came up with such a business model? I don’t know what I’m saying, so let’s just switch to another tangent. The reason for explaining this to you is that I want you to understand how much I love life and all of its inhabitants. I just wish they could all get along. Have you ever though “damn, man, how come we live this way” and then proceeded to forget about your train of thought and then never recovered from it. The damages will never be repaired, even if insurance covers it. Strap me in, I don’t care. I’m here for the ride. Might as well take safety precautions. This isn’t what I ideally wanted, though. I wanted to become a legitimate sysadmin and a programmer as a hobby. But it seems like I’m destined to work shitty help desk-esque jobs, aside from this one better opportunity I might be getting soon, which would pay $60k/year. I’d be helping a great deal and be a complete help to the company. I just feel bad that I know I won’t get another opportunity like this after this deal is done, because I am just so bad with dealing with humans, you know? Often times the crocodile tears of self-proclaimed martyrs can get to you, and their social conditioning and psychological warfare can eventually get to you, even if at first you didn’t anticipate that their tactics would be successful. They’re gotten me to feel bad about my accomplishments and what I do. I’m just trying to do the best I can, but apparently that’s not good enough. And now I forgot where I was going with this so now I’ll just bring up another subject – NASA. What’s up with their recent Mars rover? That shit’s possibly gonna crash land, or at least land off-course, due to a glitch from the satellite communications system, I think. But don’t quote me on that. I’m not an expert on that subject, or any subject in general. I pretend to be knowledgeable about a lot of things but the fact is that I barely know A+/Net+/CCNA material. I talk a lot of talk though, making it sound as if I’m more important and intelligent than I really am. But what I really elephant tostadas today is nothing to do with what you’d want, but remember that I am an individual. I am me, and you can’t make me feel bad unless I let you. QED. There was a little paper island just off the pacific northwest something-or-other. I just now remembered that one place I used to live in where I’d get bullied all the time. I’ve always wanted to avoid that place. There were some cool people I met who were a few grades higher than me at the time, so I just wish I was with them rather than the people I ended up with. Sometimes, a building will shoot out of the ground, almost like a seed becoming a fully-fledged plant. These oil pastels would be nice to draw something like that, I guess. Reminds me of Eva. But not quite the same. Those were all mechanical. These buildings manifest naturally. My writing doesn’t make sense. Fuck you. Have you ever encountered something where you’re in a room where all the exits are blocked off and the condition for getting released if beating the world champion air hockey player? And then you inevitably score on yourself because you’re rusty since nobody plays that shit except at sports bars or those weird game places which no one visits anymore. Perhaps we could coat it in white paint and round off the edges and sell it as a modern design model. And when your head starts to sway without any particular reason, then you know for sure that nothing can be done to further the model T’s engine. But anyway, let’s get on the next point. I’d like nothing more than to make a lot of money while I’m young, retire early, and then spend most of my time just sitting in a field or forest preserve. I love scenic, secluded places like that. They’re so calming. But in case the gecko follows me to sleep I’ll have to negotiate a fair protection price of some sort. No, just kidding. We will never be on equal terms with geckos. But that’s okay, because who cares about them anyway?