guitar_freak mine. yours. his. hers. theirs.
dB ohshit. Now you've done it. Now this thing is going to fill up with lots of bullshit profound things that go around in circles to the tune of "what is life" and "I wish I had one". 010314
Dafremen Gabba Gabba Goo Ga
Ning Tangda Woo Woo
Sappa Dipla Wipla Whoa

Profound enough for ya?
silentbob Pointless. Meaningless. Short.

So the obvious thing to do is make it extraordinary while you have time.
marvin the paranoid android fear it or loathe it,
you can't like it
unhinged birth is a descent

death can be the beginning
kinkazoid how many times have you been pushed around
is anybody there, does anybody care
how many times have your friends let you down,
was anybody there, did anybody stare?
life is waiting for you its all mest up but we'll survive do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do
Down Self-Destruction is the key to life. Who's truly happy? The man with too much to worry about or the man that is far beyond salvation with his alcoholic self-indulgence? Things like this make me wonder about what is supposed to be the point of life. Are you supposed to throw life away before you can truly enjoy it or are you supposed to live all bored and straight-laced? Ah Fuck it. I'm just gonna go get wasted again. 010612
lulie Jack said, "As the light changed from red to green to yellow and back to red again, I sat there thinking about life. Was it nothing more than a bunch of honking and yelling? Sometimes it seemed that way." 020216
silentbob lulie

i love you
You made me smile when nothing else could
lulie :) 020217
kerry what to do with your life

he wants to backpack across the entire world and when he said i knew i did too. i didn't realize until then... i never knew i wanted it so bad.

backpack to countries with exotic names, wake up in a tent patterned with morning leave shadows, conquer mountains and trails


move to germany; write in a dark flat; own nothing more than raman noodles, one sweater and a pair of jeans, a pen and notebook, a passport, and a tattered quilt; find love on a busy street corner while waiting for the bus
kerry is holy and every minute is precious.

-jack kerouac
DammitJanet i always thought the best way to survive was to weave my way through all of the barriers
but i began crashing head on into the obstacles and discovered the greatest way to live
belly fire and wasn't it worth more than anything
to gag on the rage and desire and warmth of the fire burning in your own belly instead of wolfing it all down down down down down...
it's like you'll never be able to eat your pain again and it's the kind of addiction that you'll never recover from
and, oh god, it's the one thing I hope to never recover from
you and me will inevitably bust our heads open doing it, but who cares
this is the life!
DammitJanet LIFE

Life isn't about keeping score.
It's not about how many friends you have.
Or how accepted you are.
Not about if you have plans this weekend or if you're alone.
It isn't about who you're dating, who you used to date, how many people
you've dated, or if you haven't been with anyone at all.
It isn't about who you have kissed,
It's not about sex.
It isn't about who your family is or how much money they have
Or what kind of car you drive.
Or where you are sent to school.
It's not about how beautiful or ugly you are.
Or what clothes you wear, what shoes you have on, or what kind of
music you listen to.
It's not about if your hair is blonde, red, black, or brown
Or if your skin is too light or too dark.
Not about what grades you get, how smart you are, how smart everybody
else thinks you are, or how smart standardized tests say you are.
It's not about what clubs you're in or how good you are at "your" sport.
It's not about representing your whole being on a piece of paper and
seeing who will "accept the written you."


But, life is about who you love and who you hurt.
It's about who you make happy or unhappy purposefully.
It's about keeping or betraying trust.
It's about friendship, used as a sanctity or a weapon.
It's about what you say and mean, maybe hurtful, maybe heartening.
About starting rumors and contributing to petty gossip.
It's about what judgments you pass and why.
And who your judgments are spread to.
It's about who you've ignored with full control and intention.
It's about jealousy, fear, ignorance, and revenge.
It's about carrying inner hate and love, letting it grow, and spreading it.
But most of all, it's about using your life to touch or poison other
people's hearts in such a way that could have never occurred alone.
Only you choose the way those hearts are affected, and those choices
are what life's all about.
mcdougalls lost thoughts Life is a sexually transmitted disease that eventually kills us all. 030324
amy in a week, I will be teaching at North during the day and Central at night. i will not be at South, but my cohort will. i will teach the same class in different ways. i will take a class in a subject not my own on my off-nights.

also, i'm working on another secret plan that i won't be able to seriously pursue for another three years. i wonder about whether i can manage parenthood and mostly think that i probably cannot. maybe later i'll adopt. boyfriendless, i do not feel the need to compromise very much. i worry about finances and boggle my mind with the seeming impossibility of both owning a home and staying true to one's purest forms of pursuit. i'm at a point where i'm still full of possibility and yet i feel that i only really have a limited number of chances. i have thoroughly studied my astrological configuration and decided that i cannot plan the meat of my life, i can only live it. i love my freedom and the future. i continue to purge myself of emotional neurosis and psychosis...
amy ...and i have much success since i refuse to accept failure by simply turning everything into some crazily sublime victory, something that my own teachers have instilled within me... 030923
mcdougall we all have them

we are all rich

it's time to live
silentbob polyphonic_spree 030925
flip life is not about the beginning or the end. It's the journey on the way. The ups and downs and blacks and whites. The human experience awaits, if you are going to walk, walk all the way to the edge. Go out tomorrow and Live The Moment. 040918
... down I think my life is passing me by
I think my life is passing me by

Take it all back 'cause it don't mean nothing
If you give it away and you're looking for something back
You wake up every morning and there's nothing there
No reason to die but no reason to care

Someone else telling you what you're living for
Been knocking you down now you're looking for more
And the only sound you hear is a closing door
Been looking for peace but they're bringing you war

One life to live but we're doing it wrong you see
uow supper

stuffed with seasonings

eat it while it's hot
eat id A thread pulled between two wicked fingers;
I long to tell him that the will to live is very strong.
May it be golden,
may it be bereft of despair,
may it be full to the brim
and long from end to end.
.... not another. please. one day maybe, but not now. please. if i knew who to beg to, i would be on my knees at your feet. 060112
what's it to you?
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