indie films are trash & vanity.
everything mountained by society is disgusting & untrue.
cigarettes are my friends & we are commiserating & plotting your demise.
poetry is a mockery of the english language.
the human race is just yearning to be filled.
we were created around an infinite empty space.
our nerves were bound securely to this nothingness, so we feel it constantly.
animals are collecting & searching for hope.
who isn’t just begging to believe, in something?
anything really, is all we need.
a spirit, an idea, a body to fill our void, but nothing will ever be enough.
descartes argued that humans could think away everything that exists and doubt its reality but that humans could not think away or doubt the thinking consciousness, whose reality is therefore more certain than any other reality.
if he only knew...
they cannot scare me with their empty spaces
between stars--on stars where no human race is.
i have it in me so much nearer home
to scare myself with my own desert places. -frost
cigarettes are my friends & we are commiserating & plotting your demise.
poetry is a mockery of the english language.
the human race is just yearning to be filled.
we were created around an infinite empty space.
our nerves were bound securely to this nothingness, so we feel it constantly.
animals are collecting & searching for hope.
who isn’t just begging to believe, in something?
anything really, is all we need.
a spirit, an idea, a body to fill our void, but nothing will ever be enough.
descartes argued that humans could think away everything that exists and doubt its reality but that humans could not think away or doubt the thinking consciousness, whose reality is therefore more certain than any other reality.
if he only knew...
they cannot scare me with their empty spaces
between stars--on stars where no human race is.
i have it in me so much nearer home
to scare myself with my own desert places. -frost