the character of the aching soul

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Current mood: *~o0circumsiZed0o~*
Category: *~o0circumsiZed0o~* Writing and Poetry

i can't believe this! 1 million blog views!!!!

and here's the show :)

so what i did here was just start writing hoping that something neat would happen. i just started writing random words in my mind. i did no editing to it other than spelling mistakes and splitting it into paragraphs. the first paragraph you can see is obviously just me spitting mental garbage. i took a mental shit. then my system was a little cleaner and the shit was out of the way i could get to a different part of my brain. but soon again i'll be full of shit

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so for one thing you can't always express those of true imperialism. making a strength to curtail the roast is a practice ball of a a sandwich. if we were to take out the jobs of the most ambitious salesman then we would be capable of participating in very large worlds of matter. for instance if we were to get a large beach ball full of peaches and pears would we then be able to equip it with its utmost important manifold?

consciousness is a participatory activity that requires you to be aware of the fact you are doing it. the unconscious though is like a wading ground. its a fuzzy area. its another language. you can only roughly translate it sometimes. its what controls your breathing and heart and all sorts of things that you aren't conscious of. by learning to communicate with this unconscious you will be able to better understand yourself and what you are about. maybe think of different ideas in your head and then think of how those ideas came to be. where did that thought come from? before it reached your conscious brain it was picked up by your unconscious brain. perhaps from this higher state of energy other worldly dimension thing that i think I've written of before. makes sense to me.

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so here's a little more bullshit to expound on my sexy endeavor:

so this higher energy state is whatever you make it Jesus, Buddha, Allah. it doesn't matter. reality is what you perceive it as. everything is in your head. i read a quote from someone somewhere that said to a degree "there is not one shred of evidence that anything in this reality should be taken seriously" what if we are just some guy's dream?

everything is made of atoms. we are all the same. i am the same as a tree, as a bird, as a flower, as a stapler. i'll finish this part when i get my masters in quantum physics :D