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ok, so the other day i was high and i was thinking about how there are indigenous peoples of africa, the canadian northern frontier, in amazonia, motherfuckin siberia, and they are living far beyond the range of modern culture. what kind of thought is that? what are they living for? what are their values compared to ours, are they as valid as ours, are their wisemen as profound as ours, are their answers simpler, less convoluted? oh my god guys, people live outside modernity, and they have no idea whatsoever about what is happening here, and else where around the mainstream world. aka basically the whole fucking globe. they are resisting modern society because they do not have any idea we exist. that, to me, is beautiful. maybe ignorance is bliss, maybe not knowing would be the best thing afforded by nature, god, whatever. i read in the newspaper recently that a tribe of amazonian indians had murdered thirty foreign (to the indians, nearly everything is foreign) diamond prospectors. the deaths are still under investigation. stop treating these people like pets, because only in the end will we realize that they know what is truly up. i am lobbying for their continued survival, they need to live for the good of all of us, because they are beautiful and admirable, and when i see national geographic articles of these "primitive" hunters, i want to bow at their knees and say, "i want to be you." i want to be like that so bad it makes my heart break, for something like that, something so simple and primal and logical. because this isn't logical. this isn't near cool at all. oh well.
and let's talk about positivist law, aka the law we exist under even though we'd like to call it divine law based on our historical perspective within the world, ie the protestant hard working individualistic a man makes himself thus accumulating his lonliness which attributes to a high rate of suicide. law comes from inside a human and his views of what society should reflect? that is bullshit, don't even try to step.
there are more protestant suicides than catholic suicides. more white than black suicides. more male than female suicides. does that mean i will die at my own hand? hopefully not because by then sociology would become obsolete in my favor. but if it occurs for other's fates, it could come for me. who can tell the future. who can tell "fate"?
unless someone gives me answers i can't refute right away or in the next fucking five minutes, i doubt i'll listen all that intently. nobody has the right to say they need to be listened to. unless you have an obligation to them. it's not a burden, though. it is pleasant to hear unloaded. aka the essence of friendship, which is, simply, putting up with other people's differences to compensate for the good time you are having with them.
people fucking get impressed by my intellect, what is that, is it admirable or an achievment or a trait, what is it, does it really matter, does it exist, does it mean anything one way or another, will it help the average joe in the everyday struggle, will it help the american dream further in any way possible? i don't feel any pride out of "being smart". it doesn't exist to me. it is simply a manifestation of boredom. people experience boredom out of lack of interest. they want to be interested. so what is the difference between reading a book and shooting small animals, or deer? what is the difference between writing a novel or play, and fucking getting drunk "with the boys" after work at the construction site? what does it mean? it means nothing, and there is no valid reason to have pride in an abstract, practically nonexistent form of consciousness. it just "makes you feel smart" which, also, "makes the girls horny." that's all it does. i want to learn out of lack of interst, and that is all. which isn't more admirable or noble than the other choices. hey, guess what? my entire interest in life is as ridiculous as the next, what am i trying to do or stop or influence? fuck it, i can't wait for the presidential election, i want to throw it down so bad i can't believe it.
steve puked at my house like a gay. what the fffffff...
i'm calling eric stuart to go to a buddhist group meeting tomorrow. and will i be better than anyone? no. not ever. fuck being better than anyone.
and let's talk about positivist law, aka the law we exist under even though we'd like to call it divine law based on our historical perspective within the world, ie the protestant hard working individualistic a man makes himself thus accumulating his lonliness which attributes to a high rate of suicide. law comes from inside a human and his views of what society should reflect? that is bullshit, don't even try to step.
there are more protestant suicides than catholic suicides. more white than black suicides. more male than female suicides. does that mean i will die at my own hand? hopefully not because by then sociology would become obsolete in my favor. but if it occurs for other's fates, it could come for me. who can tell the future. who can tell "fate"?
unless someone gives me answers i can't refute right away or in the next fucking five minutes, i doubt i'll listen all that intently. nobody has the right to say they need to be listened to. unless you have an obligation to them. it's not a burden, though. it is pleasant to hear unloaded. aka the essence of friendship, which is, simply, putting up with other people's differences to compensate for the good time you are having with them.
people fucking get impressed by my intellect, what is that, is it admirable or an achievment or a trait, what is it, does it really matter, does it exist, does it mean anything one way or another, will it help the average joe in the everyday struggle, will it help the american dream further in any way possible? i don't feel any pride out of "being smart". it doesn't exist to me. it is simply a manifestation of boredom. people experience boredom out of lack of interest. they want to be interested. so what is the difference between reading a book and shooting small animals, or deer? what is the difference between writing a novel or play, and fucking getting drunk "with the boys" after work at the construction site? what does it mean? it means nothing, and there is no valid reason to have pride in an abstract, practically nonexistent form of consciousness. it just "makes you feel smart" which, also, "makes the girls horny." that's all it does. i want to learn out of lack of interst, and that is all. which isn't more admirable or noble than the other choices. hey, guess what? my entire interest in life is as ridiculous as the next, what am i trying to do or stop or influence? fuck it, i can't wait for the presidential election, i want to throw it down so bad i can't believe it.
steve puked at my house like a gay. what the fffffff...
i'm calling eric stuart to go to a buddhist group meeting tomorrow. and will i be better than anyone? no. not ever. fuck being better than anyone.