Post by theundergrad on Feb 17, 2007 2:21:22 GMT -5
Hey firend. For you are the only answer I recieve on these long lost thoughts. Reply then please, to another wasted moment! Another wasted thought which has embellished and embroided with flashy words and colorful tone. Meaningless, meaningless, will you never leave me?
K but really, Jeff I love the feedback. this place is dead usually. I don't acre if its bad or rough or nutsfaced angry. Give it all, you good man. ..........................................
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"And the real women rest in pleasure, and lie in use. They rest in peace and power as I lie beside them, powerless to describe feelings, powerless to feel resent or regret. All I feel is love and lust. And I must have more, more, more. The rebel yells.
Did I say that? Or did a fool write it only two nights ago? Drunk in his morbidness. That is of course what drunk is. Morbidness. The alcoholic escapes mortality. He drinks in order for the furture not to exist. He drinks so that the next moment is continued into the everylasting.
He drinks so that the night will never end. He drinks because he does not want to die. I drink because I fear death. And death has no hold once I am in the shadow of booze. The rebel yells? Of course yes, he does and he screams and he dies in tortute and torment. The rebel yells. And he cries more, more, more? Is this the rebel we all know and love, or is this some old rebel who we once were? Democracy and America were once yelling more, more, more. But now the rebel resists. The rebel yells less, less, less!
You're still reading? My god, I must have done something to grab your pathetic attention. I must have stroked a bain cell in you that said, 'hey self, you should continue this wild chase of the truth. You should find out what this poor soul has to say. What this weak and confused soul has to expell.' I do not know why you have said this to yourself, but here you are, reading words which repeat themselves, but at least theres some underground here. Instead of the usual high headed moron expressing his anxist. Leanr from my words!? No, no. Be reassured maybe, but never learn. And that is why Milton would hate me and the oldies. They all thought so high of morality and the teaching of it. But hahaha, they never thought that the people would leave that old fairy tale of truth and good behind.
They never thought that we would start thinking for ourselves, and thinking ourselves into nightmare pitholes. Hell its not my fault and I won't try to right it. This is the point of my whole pointless story. There is no morality and I have no morality. We all live in a void. Our morality is relative, just as light. I am a relative being, projecting his experiance and thought onto you. Whether you care or not is relative, and whether you are right or wrong in your caring or not is also relative. Let's all relatively thank our relative god for his relative universe so that nobody knows anything that is absolute.
And if there was an absolute, would it not be the fact that all is relative, and therefore, that absolute would be its own opposite and be its own negation/. Since if it is absolute but everything is relative, than it itself is relative, and that means that the theory of relativity is only relative, and that absoluteness is relative and relativeness is absolute so that nothing is nothing and we are all something in this relavitly absolute condition of life.
But that is besides the point, and after all my opinion is only relative. So moving on to real action and real events! Want to hear more about people's lives?Want to hear more about my little pathetic existence within it all? Within the puzzle. I am just a piece, not even actually, I am more like a small detail contained within several pieces. Haha! What a great chapter you have stumbled across in order to fill your head with devilish attitudes and worldy doubts. For I hope you understand little Alex, that what you have so far been living is not the usual way of life. All your ultraviolent and fun will come to an end so soon little Alex. And little Nathaneil will also learn the same lession, except much more real and much more concrete.
I wonder, can you tell that what you are reading is the present and what you have read is the past? I do hope so. Because if so, than I have done a semi-decent job of continueing the story and setting the scene. If not....then smarten up you ignorant toad! Look for the signs! Did I just tell you a story or did I confess a porevious night? Did I relate a history or explain a situation. God d**n you, can't you understand my place in time!?
I take the blamn if you cannot. And so I will re-establish the place we are currenly in. Travel with me to February 16th, 2:56am 2007A.D. There you find me in front of the screen listing off madness. And without a girl since the older 35 year old in January. Left alone to my own self critiquing, I am hopeless in the mess of complaints. And yet I still have stories, thoughts and points to explain to you my dear one. So be patient with me and after all, you may come out with a new vision. "
It may not make sense and it may not be good, but tell me idle reader....... Did you find somehting in it? Did you hat ethe cowardlyness of it? Did you love the truthfulness of it? Did you hate the concietedness? Did you love the flow of words or did you hat ethe pathetic attempt at smart prose, please please you fellow writers, kill me or save me. Be relentless in your words.
K but really, Jeff I love the feedback. this place is dead usually. I don't acre if its bad or rough or nutsfaced angry. Give it all, you good man. ..........................................
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"And the real women rest in pleasure, and lie in use. They rest in peace and power as I lie beside them, powerless to describe feelings, powerless to feel resent or regret. All I feel is love and lust. And I must have more, more, more. The rebel yells.
Did I say that? Or did a fool write it only two nights ago? Drunk in his morbidness. That is of course what drunk is. Morbidness. The alcoholic escapes mortality. He drinks in order for the furture not to exist. He drinks so that the next moment is continued into the everylasting.
He drinks so that the night will never end. He drinks because he does not want to die. I drink because I fear death. And death has no hold once I am in the shadow of booze. The rebel yells? Of course yes, he does and he screams and he dies in tortute and torment. The rebel yells. And he cries more, more, more? Is this the rebel we all know and love, or is this some old rebel who we once were? Democracy and America were once yelling more, more, more. But now the rebel resists. The rebel yells less, less, less!
You're still reading? My god, I must have done something to grab your pathetic attention. I must have stroked a bain cell in you that said, 'hey self, you should continue this wild chase of the truth. You should find out what this poor soul has to say. What this weak and confused soul has to expell.' I do not know why you have said this to yourself, but here you are, reading words which repeat themselves, but at least theres some underground here. Instead of the usual high headed moron expressing his anxist. Leanr from my words!? No, no. Be reassured maybe, but never learn. And that is why Milton would hate me and the oldies. They all thought so high of morality and the teaching of it. But hahaha, they never thought that the people would leave that old fairy tale of truth and good behind.
They never thought that we would start thinking for ourselves, and thinking ourselves into nightmare pitholes. Hell its not my fault and I won't try to right it. This is the point of my whole pointless story. There is no morality and I have no morality. We all live in a void. Our morality is relative, just as light. I am a relative being, projecting his experiance and thought onto you. Whether you care or not is relative, and whether you are right or wrong in your caring or not is also relative. Let's all relatively thank our relative god for his relative universe so that nobody knows anything that is absolute.
And if there was an absolute, would it not be the fact that all is relative, and therefore, that absolute would be its own opposite and be its own negation/. Since if it is absolute but everything is relative, than it itself is relative, and that means that the theory of relativity is only relative, and that absoluteness is relative and relativeness is absolute so that nothing is nothing and we are all something in this relavitly absolute condition of life.
But that is besides the point, and after all my opinion is only relative. So moving on to real action and real events! Want to hear more about people's lives?Want to hear more about my little pathetic existence within it all? Within the puzzle. I am just a piece, not even actually, I am more like a small detail contained within several pieces. Haha! What a great chapter you have stumbled across in order to fill your head with devilish attitudes and worldy doubts. For I hope you understand little Alex, that what you have so far been living is not the usual way of life. All your ultraviolent and fun will come to an end so soon little Alex. And little Nathaneil will also learn the same lession, except much more real and much more concrete.
I wonder, can you tell that what you are reading is the present and what you have read is the past? I do hope so. Because if so, than I have done a semi-decent job of continueing the story and setting the scene. If not....then smarten up you ignorant toad! Look for the signs! Did I just tell you a story or did I confess a porevious night? Did I relate a history or explain a situation. God d**n you, can't you understand my place in time!?
I take the blamn if you cannot. And so I will re-establish the place we are currenly in. Travel with me to February 16th, 2:56am 2007A.D. There you find me in front of the screen listing off madness. And without a girl since the older 35 year old in January. Left alone to my own self critiquing, I am hopeless in the mess of complaints. And yet I still have stories, thoughts and points to explain to you my dear one. So be patient with me and after all, you may come out with a new vision. "
It may not make sense and it may not be good, but tell me idle reader....... Did you find somehting in it? Did you hat ethe cowardlyness of it? Did you love the truthfulness of it? Did you hate the concietedness? Did you love the flow of words or did you hat ethe pathetic attempt at smart prose, please please you fellow writers, kill me or save me. Be relentless in your words.