fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
Can everyone just fuck off from my rotting life and leave me alone...
And yeah...you are right babe, its fucking mental masturbation?
Yeah fucking mental masturbation.
An invisible sado-machosist form of art.
Oh fuck WRONG spelling.
Sado-masochist.
It requires sick imagination.
And " the imagination needs art in order to process pain, dispossession and desolation, as well as the other passionate extremities of human thought: love, yearning, desire and, of course, beauty."
What art? The sick art of living.
Why is living a form of sick art?
We born just to die. Think stillbirth.
How sick is that?
If the baby is fated not to see the world
What's the point of its becoming in the first place?
Talk about us.
We perform this act of living. Right now. You and I.
We slip through non-existence to existence to non-existence
For fuck?
See? Its sick.
And look at what I am doing now?
I am talking to myself. I dont even know if anyone reads this.
Thats what i mean by mental masturbation. Classic.
Eh what the fuck am i ranting about?
Who gives a shit anyway? What am i supposed to do ? fuck off
And yeah...you are right babe, its fucking mental masturbation?
Yeah fucking mental masturbation.
An invisible sado-machosist form of art.
Oh fuck WRONG spelling.
Sado-masochist.
It requires sick imagination.
And " the imagination needs art in order to process pain, dispossession and desolation, as well as the other passionate extremities of human thought: love, yearning, desire and, of course, beauty."
What art? The sick art of living.
Why is living a form of sick art?
We born just to die. Think stillbirth.
How sick is that?
If the baby is fated not to see the world
What's the point of its becoming in the first place?
Talk about us.
We perform this act of living. Right now. You and I.
We slip through non-existence to existence to non-existence
For fuck?
See? Its sick.
And look at what I am doing now?
I am talking to myself. I dont even know if anyone reads this.
Thats what i mean by mental masturbation. Classic.
Eh what the fuck am i ranting about?
Who gives a shit anyway? What am i supposed to do ? fuck off
posted by livingfuneral at 5/11/2005 12:00:00 AM
2 Comments:
Let me breathe some life to this depraved blogger who day after day conjures up hell for us all to enjoy.
"Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, as clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and the Lamb down the middle of the great street of the city. On each side of the river stood the tree of life, bearing twelve crops of fruit, yielding its fruit every month. And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations. No longer will there be any curse. The throne of God and of the Lamb will be in the city... They will see his face, and his name will be on their foreheads. There will be no more night. They will not need the light of a lamp or the light of the sun, for the Lord God will give them light. And they will reign forever and ever."
revelations 22
that which doesn't kill you only makes you strongaa
woohoo. optimism uncalled for. ahahah
eva nice knowing you. seriously.
In the name of blind faith, is this not another creation myth orgasmed by the fantastical mind of the performers of this sick art of living?
Oh i do take your last sentence seriously. I believe that too. At least i try so. Thank you ;)
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