reality meir@sadan.com my cruel, abrupt look at the mirror every morning, wondering if i can ever escape my terrible destiny. 980819 ... sarah this is my reality what's yours? 981021 ... ashley what i sleep to escape from. i wake up screaming in the middle of the night when there is the realization that it's behind be, breathing down my neck, and that it is essentially inescapable. 990205 ... emily That place I hate to live in. 990305 ... s bites heh heh 990419 ... Ari Raven The arch angel of insanity... Its what drives men mad and causes them to to see true reality 990622 ... jordan is what I try to escape with drugs but always finds me you can only truly escape it one way and that is by death 990709 ... Jim I contend with reality This force of society: The ending of insanity 990810 ... lisa reality is relative we exist in our own bubbles of reality truth is relative my existence is dependent upon which reality I actualize and to exist is not necessarily to be 990914 ... mathias subjective? objective? collective? individual? just more post modern bullshit, methinks. how abou just living, and damn the pragmatist stigmata 990914 ... who me your reality may say I'm here but my reality doesn't I probably won't be here for at least a few more years 991122 ... valis "reality is that which, when you ignore it, does not go away." -p.k. dick 991209 ... amy i was waiting for you to say that, valis. :) i couldn't quite remember what the quote was, but i knew there was one, and that's the one. 991210 ... me? so what did good ol p.k. know about reality anyways? hehe. 991210 ... Quintessensual sucks. the only reason we have it is to belittle it, step on it, and change it for everybody's benefit. 991221 ... aradia reality is the illusion the old have fallen in love with , the middle-aged are dependent upon and the young long to see through . Reality is only a dream and affects me as far as i let it . reality is my hell . 991226 ... mareberry my mind twists in the wind and cries out for answers, but all i find is an illusion staring into my eyes. can you tell me what is real? i can't hear you. i can't see you. i can't make sense of this. i'm falling in this façade, crying out to anyone who will hear. what happened to my reality? what happened to me? truth doesn't exist in this world. 000106 ... marjorie reality exists to be distorted, contorted, enraged, and changed. reality has no place here. we have better things to think of better things to make and better things to live to remember to hell with reality. 000118 ... beth it depresses me. sometimes i stand there washing the dishes, the disgusting process of mushing up variouse foods up with warm water into a greezing grayish water, and reality is somehow snuffed out. why at this point? a time of reality at its worst. a saturday night spent cleaning. amazingly my mind goes in another direction and begins to listen in as two men discuss strange topics in a bar. they look at my life from there x-ray eyes and change situations that i have ruined and play them over the way they could have been. So many times have i listened and imagined these ideal events only to suddenly realize that i have run out of dishes. 000129 ... amy another bit r. and that's something you can count on, like time. oh but that brings up another big r, relativity. oh, god. we really don't know what to do with relativity, do we? 000308 ... girl kicks my ass every day 000326 ... Free Reality is. 000405 ... Left The Building. drugs are only good for musicians 000610 ... Marjorie i was craving it in my dreams craving the light of being awake that keeps me safe from those monsters of dream world the ones that show ugly teeth dripping with blood or the ones masquerading as loves who want to devour you piece by piece i want to be awake in reality where when i smile i feel it and when i try to fly i fall 000711 ... eruth be i refuse to turn my face towards you i do not trust you i blather on will someone please fucking tell me how it is i feel? i fucking cant even see through my own eyes anymore. shit. i mean they are mine eyes arent they? when will i be able to hold you in my arms again? when will you want to be with me? or do you already? i have such a tendency to mess things up. my love of tragedy. ok. fine. now i will be honest. as i remove my face i scream on the inside. so loud my eyebrows ritualisticly raise higher than the heavens above...i imagine my face stretching like the characters in the black hole sun video. ok.you busted me. so i beat around the bush in hopes to avoid a confrontation with the reality of me. fuck the media. i refuse to allow you to fucking brain wash me you evil little fucks. kings of manipulation. no hesitation or reservation to devour the ignorant and naive. oh you deserve hell for that you clan of darkness. so i am real angry about a whole bunch of things. so i am freaking more desparete than ever and lonely as i have ever been. and what the hell am i supposed to do with this beautiful mess? anyone have any fucking suggestions? who am i talking to anyway? i'm going to smoke a cigarette. 000713 ... skiblu I didn't have a choice in the matter 000725 ... chelsea Faceless,nameless,lonely and desolate,memories of random faces lingered like the images of a forgotten god.Mechanical crowds traveled aimlessly through the streets,and any benign soul could have been mistaken as a prophet on the streets.Children are born from crimson brick and cold clay.On these streets children are molded from the fevered strength of a loaded gun possessed by the pride of a man-made deity.From shallowness and manufactured dreams of comic books and barbiedolls born from the insatiable vision of a capitalistic paradise.From the tainted lust of a prostitute`s red dress and the remains of feminine beauty sold out and degraded for the power of the almighty dollar.Reality is a shattered mirror which children stare into struggling to find features of their own identity only to see the image of a stonewall sturdy and unbroken by their iron fistof American individualisim.Children are not blank slates waiting to be written on by societal quills,Inked with the blood,sweat,and tears of cultural constraint.Children are not blank slates,nor are they the production of the latest pop culture craze.But it doesn`t matter what they think because thoughts are no more than wordly representations of the network of interacting neurological impulses and natural chemicals that create our mind and the spirit of freedom lies battered and broken while companies manufacture happiness in cheap little pills that societies swallow.Children are not blank slates,just the offspring of psychosomatic millenial hysteria.Just sightseers staring out their apartment windows onto this opium poppy Garden of Eden wanting,waiting to see Jesus standing at the street corner. 000802 ... Seth. Changeable, shapeable, bendable, elastic. Reality is like a small puddle of water. You can cause small ripples, or large waves, or you can create a big splash. It's your choice. Do with it what you will. 000911 ... d .... is relative. 000911 ... stan there was once a blather on this page after Chelsea's but it has been removed by some quiddler. It said "and of course, he's late."... i believe i signed it Kaskarkaminski...got it on a diskette but not sure which one..doesn't matter much to me. 000911 ... ABW so america. i am supposed to be everything you just mentioned. with a hotel head full of radio and bookshelves for brains i run away. from committment. from anything. run away. but of course i will not be open in my music. you really do not think i would let you know what it felt lie to be me. so you say it's all washed away. not so esy to let go. everything i've known. everything i dreamed to be. no of it. reality. 001025 ... freud it's all in your head 001025 ... kx21 Something more than your head/ mind? Your reality is somebody's illusion. Your illusion is somebody's reality and is part of your reality. Reality is relative, subject to change, evolving (e.g. Virtual Reality) , ..., seemed near yet so far!!! 001027 ... Wayne Reality is a dream when you're asleep, an illusion when you're awake. I would like to say at this time that if we observe our feelings and thoughts we'll experience reality here and now. But the minute we start planning, um, desiring, avoiding, hating, craving, we come out of reality and fall into an eternal dream. Therefore, consequently, who knows? - Pedro Nietzsche Mora. 001028 ... kreeyis i know who knows what reality is... i have had extensive mind conversations with the little latex gray alien who stands, posed, in a very gay dance step... anyways, HE knows reality, he told me about this BBQ he was at in the confederate part of the gulah quadrant, this transvestite-looking yoda guy with a NRA hat showed up and started drinkin all the booze and hittin on the ladies...there were all these secret service- like dudes with 3d glasses on, presumably protecting the swingin visitor.... the latex alien said that when he was playing poker with one of the "guards," the dude informed him that the person he served was Reality... Truth, that scoundrel, had died and not left the guard with any $$ (the guard's former master) **the guard also told the alien that he didn't believe Truth was really dead, he believed that Truth was hiding out with Elvis somewhere** 001029 ... Jack Nothing is real. Reality is an illusion. All is nothing. 001125 ... *CatMeow* continues to ruin my life... 001207 ... philip k. dick (1928-82) that which when one stops thinking of it, does not go away. 010102 ... Quiggz I doubt it exists. At least, in the sense we think of it. "Reality is the boundaries man sets for himself" -M. Mosher "Reality, as a way of life, is highly over-rated" -Some guy who's name escapes me at the moment 010102 ... kx21 ups and downs twists & turns hit-and-miss 010103 ... fig doritosnlemonade 010218 ... unique butterfly wow. where'd it go. 010309 ... johnny west For those who wish to remain happy throughout life, reality is best avoided. 010309 ... monadh there is no expression it takes no course runs freely from moment to moment life turns takes precious gifts of hope and with an angel's song devours your heart enlivens the subtle moods of tide and time 010310 ... mikey is a ride on a bus 010310 ... lydia im just working on understanding this reality " then maybe ill let go and bend and drip and well, trip a little 010312 ... mikey i took a bus once from nashville TN up to kokomo IN then all the way back home to CA. let me tell ya you really get to know all kinds of people when you do something like that 010312 ... unhinged if there is anything that doesn't exist it's 'reality.' the ultimate truth of existence he says. every reality is based on some number of fabrications that we have. we can't read minds. we will never know the ultimate truth in every respect. 010323 ... tit isnt real,it is all about perception. therefore i am what i think i am to me alone. i am but i mere idea. what is your perception of me? you too are but a mere idea, unfortunatly i like the idea of you more. i have created a you that is so wonderful. too bad you dont have the same ideas. together we could be something, or rather dream something. 010324 ... kx21 Reality is the superposition of the_Gene_of_Nothing and the_power_of_Creativity... 010324 ... Pink Paint 69er without fairytales reality doesn't exist! remember. when you stop dreaming you die. live a dream .......... your reality should also be your dream, you can live your dream if you work for it . but to be handed it