my heart is an eagle, soaring and screeching, wings spread wide, talons holding a box of angry matches, who all have distinct personalities. each match you strike, although similar to his other match-like friends, has his or her own little quirk. the idea is that if you relate everything to people, and humanize everything, then it will take away from the whole aspect of being human. make it less appealing. the desire, the want to be human, it becomes less interesting when you say something like "each match has it's own personality" out loud to someone else. but, that's an old concept now. humans are so used to humanizing everything else, that now it's not as exciting to be a human. we want to be super-humans.
in regards to nudity.basictheologyNovember 18 2007, 08:31:05 UTC
i think the reason nudity is so hot is because we take it away. you have to earn the ability to look at someone naked. but if everyone was just naked, although the world would smell a lot worse, and it'd be so easy to get disease... actually, gross
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Re: in regards to nudity.basictheologyNovember 18 2007, 18:55:46 UTC
that is, life. life is much more interesting.
...i wonder why it's not possible to edit comments, in livejournal. maybe to make everything you say solid and complete. so you can't go back on something. so if you start an internet argument, you can just change everything you said to make the other asshole look like more of an asshole than you.
late night, evening, chat le jeux.basictheologyNovember 18 2007, 08:38:08 UTC
i don't have nightmares anymore.
instead, i stay awake for an extra few hours when i should be going to sleep.
in fact, i never really had terrible nightmares. i used to have pretty bad bad-guy-gonna-break-in-my-house-n-stab-me paranoia, but, aside from that, the dream world was always excellent.
i can't recall my dreams as strongly as i used to be able to. perhaps i stopped paying attention to them, or perhaps they stopped being as vivid, or perhaps they stopped being important, i'm not sure which.
i wonder if i wake up tomorrow and try to remember my dream if i will or not.
everyone will say "he's crazy!" and take me to a local prison.
no no judge, no no judge, three bags full. one for my master, one for my dame. one for the little boy who lives down the lane. sorry judge, i'm all out of black wool.
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my heart is an eagle, soaring and screeching, wings spread wide, talons holding a box of angry matches, who all have distinct personalities. each match you strike, although similar to his other match-like friends, has his or her own little quirk. the idea is that if you relate everything to people, and humanize everything, then it will take away from the whole aspect of being human. make it less appealing. the desire, the want to be human, it becomes less interesting when you say something like "each match has it's own personality" out loud to someone else. but, that's an old concept now. humans are so used to humanizing everything else, that now it's not as exciting to be a human. we want to be super-humans.
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...i wonder why it's not possible to edit comments, in livejournal. maybe to make everything you say solid and complete. so you can't go back on something. so if you start an internet argument, you can just change everything you said to make the other asshole look like more of an asshole than you.
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instead, i stay awake for an extra few hours when i should be going to sleep.
in fact, i never really had terrible nightmares. i used to have pretty bad bad-guy-gonna-break-in-my-house-n-stab-me paranoia, but, aside from that, the dream world was always excellent.
i can't recall my dreams as strongly as i used to be able to. perhaps i stopped paying attention to them, or perhaps they stopped being as vivid, or perhaps they stopped being important, i'm not sure which.
i wonder if i wake up tomorrow and try to remember my dream if i will or not.
hmmm... it's a test!!!!!!!!
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TEST = SUCCESS!!!
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everyone will say "he's crazy!" and take me to a local prison.
no no judge,
no no judge,
three bags full. one for my master, one for my dame. one for the little boy who lives down the lane. sorry judge, i'm all out of black wool.
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