!encontada senor mucha nada
when you try to narrow in on one thing, you often forget (lose sight of) what you were narrowing in on.
i'm thinking about (totally unrelated to the above sentence) why i choose to write certain thoughts while others i don't. certain thoughts spark some kind of energy, and i'm typing before i know it. i curious about the nature of those thoughts.
if those thoughts were self-aware in the sense that i am, they would be asking the same question i ask. why me?
i suppose this is a question that only those who believe in destiny ask. well, come to think of it, everyone believes in destiny at their core. it is a concept. it is like the concept 'justice.' everyone knows the idea of justice, even if they don't care to enforce it. so, jesus asked 'why me,' right? and so did the homeless guy. boy, that doesn't seem fair. one wonders, why so lucky and vice versa. oh, whoops; it's funny, for some reason, i had the idea that jesus was lucky.
those thoughts seem to be chosen because they somehow connect some point to some other point. but what was the point?
so, either because i'm giving up in the search of, or because there is no such thing as a definate (if there was, i would argue it to my death) i will only write to explain my mood and personality, my 'started here and went there.' and for what reason, you may dare to ask? ...........oh, i felt like it, sorry.
[my laziness] politians/win/charisma/points that are 'perceived' as important
[hmm, that may have been as lazy in thought as it was in explanation]
i'll take style for the moment/substance later?ever?
i'm thinking about (totally unrelated to the above sentence) why i choose to write certain thoughts while others i don't. certain thoughts spark some kind of energy, and i'm typing before i know it. i curious about the nature of those thoughts.
if those thoughts were self-aware in the sense that i am, they would be asking the same question i ask. why me?
i suppose this is a question that only those who believe in destiny ask. well, come to think of it, everyone believes in destiny at their core. it is a concept. it is like the concept 'justice.' everyone knows the idea of justice, even if they don't care to enforce it. so, jesus asked 'why me,' right? and so did the homeless guy. boy, that doesn't seem fair. one wonders, why so lucky and vice versa. oh, whoops; it's funny, for some reason, i had the idea that jesus was lucky.
those thoughts seem to be chosen because they somehow connect some point to some other point. but what was the point?
so, either because i'm giving up in the search of, or because there is no such thing as a definate (if there was, i would argue it to my death) i will only write to explain my mood and personality, my 'started here and went there.' and for what reason, you may dare to ask? ...........oh, i felt like it, sorry.
[my laziness] politians/win/charisma/points that are 'perceived' as important
[hmm, that may have been as lazy in thought as it was in explanation]
i'll take style for the moment/substance later?ever?
on a whim, chad was marco @ 1:35 AM
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At 2:52 PM,
ClickNathan said…
A) Your spelling is atrocious.
B) Onto better points....hah!
Grand. simply grand. Not to mention the wolfman and his subtle use of hilarity to warn the meak of their impending doom - but for real, I see Jesus as being lucky, you weren't wrong, though your second guessing resembles the thorny stabs in his brow. Really though, several hours of pain on a cross in exchange for the ability to fly any helicopter without reading the manual first (going along with the whole omniscience thing) is pretty fair.
C) I love the people I know.
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