For almost two years, I scribbled some of my most obscure thoughts in a notebook, which I referred to as my 'creative outlet' (a manly euphemism for 'diary'). I jotted something down whenever I thought outside-the-box. Usually, this sort of thinking occurs when one is sedated (a Ramones euphemism for 'fucked up'), however, my ability to explore and archive these thoughts arrived through total sobriety.
I tried to keep it simple. I tried. But, like everyone else, I increasingly felt the need to explore a topic I still don't quite understand – life.
So what do I think about life? Well, reality, as my parents like to call it, is a tasteless joke. Reality is about as real as porn, and why watch porn when you can have sex? That's what I think was exposed in the following essays. I can't believe the way I look at things now.
I know everyone has their own impression. What you are about to read is just another one.
I won't tell you the glass is half empty or half full, however, I will tell you that every interpretation in the world made about that glass does not change the contents of it; one glass, one static substance, and somehow several different stories about it.
Well, ironically, this is just another way to evaluate that glass [an evaluation of evaluations]. I'm not trying to be persuasive or misleading. Really, I'm not. I know that Quantum Psyhicists say that there's no such thing as an objective observer, but I'm going to give it a go. I'm thinking in terms of being on the outside looking in. The following essays are frank and honest, and act only as food for thought.
I’d just like to offer the world another point of view.
My diary, wait… I mean my personal creative outlet contained my unsystematic thoughts and theoretical observations, and fully matured at seven pages (front and back) in length. These pages were paginated and deciphered to tell a story the only way I know how to tell it. The seventh page marked the point when I stopped talking to the notebook. I decided that I wanted to talk to others.
So, let's chat...
I tried to keep it simple. I tried. But, like everyone else, I increasingly felt the need to explore a topic I still don't quite understand – life.
So what do I think about life? Well, reality, as my parents like to call it, is a tasteless joke. Reality is about as real as porn, and why watch porn when you can have sex? That's what I think was exposed in the following essays. I can't believe the way I look at things now.
I know everyone has their own impression. What you are about to read is just another one.
I won't tell you the glass is half empty or half full, however, I will tell you that every interpretation in the world made about that glass does not change the contents of it; one glass, one static substance, and somehow several different stories about it.
Well, ironically, this is just another way to evaluate that glass [an evaluation of evaluations]. I'm not trying to be persuasive or misleading. Really, I'm not. I know that Quantum Psyhicists say that there's no such thing as an objective observer, but I'm going to give it a go. I'm thinking in terms of being on the outside looking in. The following essays are frank and honest, and act only as food for thought.
I’d just like to offer the world another point of view.
My diary, wait… I mean my personal creative outlet contained my unsystematic thoughts and theoretical observations, and fully matured at seven pages (front and back) in length. These pages were paginated and deciphered to tell a story the only way I know how to tell it. The seventh page marked the point when I stopped talking to the notebook. I decided that I wanted to talk to others.
So, let's chat...
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