greatest post Ever!
anonymous
April 5 2006, 15:35:27 UTC
Wow... Michelle, let me first say, you are more "well adjusted" than half the people i know. (you know who you are.) myself included... but i don't pretent to know myself all that well; about as well as i'd like to. I think it's great to occilate (sp?) back and forth between despair and complete love of life; if only for all the places between those two points; and knowing that there is no meaning to life, is the perfect key to that experience.
Listening to music has always been like a drug for me as well... that's why working at a record store kind of sucks sometimes, it's like being a drug dealer... takes away some of that beauty. whatever, i'm getting payed right now to listen to neil young and blog. - tanner
Re: greatest post Ever!castle_keepApril 5 2006, 18:21:23 UTC
that's funny. i half expected to be defenestrated for this. but i previewed it with mike, and he said, "sounds like summer," so i thought it would be okay.
thanks guys. i don't know that i can take full credit for knowing myself like this, because i can't say this is entirely autobiographical all the time. it's just something i wrote while looking at demolished building shrapnel from a library window, but for the most part it is truthful...
tanner, i appreciate what you have to say about oscillating between the two extremes, because i think that's what i do. i mostly see life as an absurd thing; often it makes me happy and hilarious, but sometimes i feel as tho i will die of desperation. but i am getting "paid" (sort of) to listen to incense and peppermints and play with numbers.
liberte=eccentricite!
anonymous
April 5 2006, 19:12:32 UTC
I have come to think that it always those extremes--hilarity and happiness/ depression and weight--that equals life. raw life--my personal slogan.
I find myself in a state of unease when I am constantly happy--happy but not content, because I've come to believe that *really living*(whatever the hell that is) means to feel it all at once. There is some sort of nobility in sadness(though it might be a feigned consolation)as well and I can often find myself most content in my most desperate moments, as if those melancholic emotions validate my existence. The trick of it all(though it's nothing new)is perhaps the balance between the two.
And anyway...just what is crazy? That I do not know. Maybe if I did I'd be visiting a psychiarist by now.
Ok. I'm going to go write a poem. or probably just eat an apple.
1. I can't believe we all read google word of the day. 2. Michelle, you are amazing. This post is dope and making me late to work. 3. Here are my mottos: "It's all the same fucking day, man." That's Janice Joplin. And that's the way I feel. And "Baba nam Kevalam" which means "Love is all there is." And another great Buddhist saying which is "Joy Includes Everything." Everything everything everything.
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Listening to music has always been like a drug for me as well... that's why working at a record store kind of sucks sometimes, it's like being a drug dealer... takes away some of that beauty. whatever, i'm getting payed right now to listen to neil young and blog. - tanner
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thanks guys. i don't know that i can take full credit for knowing myself like this, because i can't say this is entirely autobiographical all the time. it's just something i wrote while looking at demolished building shrapnel from a library window, but for the most part it is truthful...
tanner, i appreciate what you have to say about oscillating between the two extremes, because i think that's what i do. i mostly see life as an absurd thing; often it makes me happy and hilarious, but sometimes i feel as tho i will die of desperation. but i am getting "paid" (sort of) to listen to incense and peppermints and play with numbers.
*smile*
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I find myself in a state of unease when I am constantly happy--happy but not content, because I've come to believe that *really living*(whatever the hell that is) means to feel it all at once. There is some sort of nobility in sadness(though it might be a feigned consolation)as well and I can often find myself most content in my most desperate moments, as if those melancholic emotions validate my existence. The trick of it all(though it's nothing new)is perhaps the balance between the two.
And anyway...just what is crazy? That I do not know. Maybe if I did I'd be visiting a psychiarist by now.
Ok. I'm going to go write a poem. or probably just eat an apple.
Emily
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your fiend,
angela
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2. Michelle, you are amazing. This post is dope and making me late to work.
3. Here are my mottos: "It's all the same fucking day, man." That's Janice Joplin. And that's the way I feel. And "Baba nam Kevalam" which means "Love is all there is." And another great Buddhist saying which is "Joy Includes Everything." Everything everything everything.
- Mandy
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mle
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say something witchy in the goldener hour.
every one is here now.
intone.
damn, im tired......
-gd
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