I just want to listen to music through the headphones of the globe, I'll mix their screams with the cries of laughter. I'll cross over from obese greed and drown it in tragedy. I'll take one shot to a building and ignore the millions of bombs we drop to compensate for our more expensive lives. I'll bask in the glory of being able to eat the African families weight, malnourished and all. I'll parade around in clothes I don't need, expelling exhaust. "everything i could say would feed into insignificance"

Welcome to my Journal. IGNORE GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, or become my Editor


and so forth

Like so many of you all, I have tried to be many things that are not me. Tried to be with many people that are not compatible with me and tried to like many things that I myself don't like, but others do. Like so many of you I have fallen victim to believing in another persons opinion as if it were a better voice to listen to than that of my own. As a result I have found myself in a position where I know for certain the things I don't like and am still trying to figure out the things that I do like.

Some would say that I am pessimistic, well I am sorry that I am more in tune with my dislikes than my likes. Some would stress an importance in Happiness and even bring forth the question "does everything have to be sad?" Of course not..Happiness does exists. I am sorry that I am a realist and I understand that we truly can only appreciate 20% give or take of what the world has to offer...If you like more than this you are a victim, not me. You are delusional, you most likely value others opinions over the ability to produce your own and the only reason we keep you in our life is because everybody needs fans cheering in the stands, jesters cracking jokes and a couple servants to serve, and laugh at our jokes. This is reality and if i can successfully teach any of you anything..this is what I want to teach you.

Follow, or Lead.


Pocket pool

In all honesty. I have completely surpassed my previous desire of ignoring my desires. Seriously. Typing in periods, helps to dramatize my words. UNDERSTAND. Capital letters make it more serious. Question marks make it seem as though I'm more confused??? and In all honesty...boredom is aloof. Writing is masturbation for me, while done on these internet landmarks and I find it funny that you all enjoy my ejaculations, but I don't bite the hand that feeds my ego..or do I???


thoughts on a movie: He's just not that into you

Continuation of post from my cellblogsite: http://thoughtsfrommycellphone.blogspot.com/

'he's just not that into you.' perfectly captures the classical conditioning that gets woman to keep pursing relationships with people that are not interested in them. This starts with their mothers and than later their friends and family who work in cooperation with the guy who is nice enough to lead a girl on, but mean enough to not tell her "I'm just not that into you."Of course the guys are at fault as well, and/or the woman who are leading people on. This behavior though is amazing in a poetic justice sense, because those woman who are classically trained to follow these ques reject guys that they have interest in, because the guy is not stand-offish enough for them. The best part of all though, is those people guilty of leading people on, and chasing those who are uninterested...when they do find love, they find themselves unable to love.



These thoughts are the only home I can rely on, when reliance is associated with stability. Although my thoughts lack the proper amount of oxygen to provide stability, to provide me with a head free of headaches and migraines, to provide me free of jealousy, anger, and negativity. If it weren't for emotions, I'd be a molecule. Simply, stability and reliability, in regards to my thoughts, is associated with location. I know that they will be here today, tomorrow and every other day. This is why I call them home.