Thoughts
Fri Mar 11, 2005 8:59 pm
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[ Currently: Listening to Give Me Novacaine, wake me up when september ends, behind blue eyes, boulevard of broken dreams ]
They say that the brain has unlimited capacity, i hope this is true, otherwise my brain shall soon explode, all of the things i have mulled over, the philosophy, school work, homework, asignments/projects, games, common sense, memories, sight, the list goes on and on. To writer's this risk must be increased, containing universe's in our head's, expressing these stories must not be forced, they must flow, they have to be told the way they are. Why do we have this, are writer's insane, are artist's insane, is this our way of dealing with it, do different people go through time at different rates, do different people see different things, if god is real why do bad things happen to people who believe in him, they say it is to test our faith, maybe they have it wrong, maybe god is the bad one, maybe the devil is neutral, maybe maybe MAYBE, so many friggin maybe's, and if's, and all of this, why? why why WHY? It musn't be let out, keep it stored so it can slowly eat away at you, let it warp your mind, or fight it, the classic good vs bad, it is a never ending realm of sadness, opression, and violence, they say life is about love, but look what love has caused, more pain and suffering. All i want to know is why? WHY? SOMEONE TELL ME!!! Coming to terms with this is enough to drive you insane, welcome to my life.
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