2 in the morning ranting!

[deepdownevil]

I'm a bad influence. Affluence. Like influenza. A plague? Sort of like a disease. Can't be cured. Like the common cold. So very common. Everything's the same. Black and white are always opposites, always beside each other, always making grey. Colours always have odd names. But not as odd as some people. Though I've never heard of a person named "slate" or "puce". But then again, I've also never heard of a colour called "Renaldo" or "Helen". I wonder what colour Renaldo would be. I'm always wondering. but never really considering. Does that make me inconsiderate? Or just wise? Am I to be always pondering, philosophically? Will my musings makes any difference? Here's a philosophical question for you- if you think of a question with no answer long enough, will anyone care? will the question change with your thinking into something WITH an answer? There's never really any answers. Just pounces on a choice. Except for icecream. Accept changes and regrets. Bound to regret something, cause you always have more than one choice in life. Not tied to regret. Some people don't regret. But they just aren't smart enough to think of all the "coulds" that could've. Would've. Should've. Should they have? I'll never know- but I can keep musing. Keep on going, but otherwise I've nothing else to do but stop. Or is there something inbetween going and not-going? I want to hang in a state of inaction. Let the world flow around me like I'm covered in grease. Or WD-40. You can't have a world without WD-40. What kind of world would there be without it? At least one person would be dead from lack of something greased. Though, one person's always dead. Every second one person dies and at least 2 new people are born. Isn't that an odd thought? When you're reading this, somewhere, someone is taking their last breaths (painfull, drug filled, euphoric?). Dying- and I'm just sitting here typing. I'm still going- not stopped or in between. I'm odd that way. In many ways. Or is everyone else off and I'm right? That could be the case. Perhaps I'm just a brain in a vat. Does it really matter? This is one brain in a vat with a whole world inside of it that it still has to wake up in the morning, eat, and socialize. Even with profound truths like that, I still wouldn't change the way I do things. Like the thing about "God". I personally don't think he/she/it exists,*I haven't been smite-ed yet, so it's proof* but even if I DID- it's not like I'd do anything about it. I wouldn't suddenly change my whole life because I'd become spiritual. Though, if there was a God, they'd be pretty fucking pissed off at me right now:D I'm a creation gone wrong. Or right? Is a creation only true when it goes past it's creators? If you could have kids that would hate you for the rest of your life, or not be able to have kids at all, which would you choose? Stupid people and their hope. Everyone always chooses to have them, because somewhere deep inside themselves they have hope that they can change. Nothing ever changes. Everything's always changing. Take initiative. Dont PUSH-Pray Until Something Happens. Do it your fucking self you lazy bastards. When you can't do anything about things, stop trying- there's no point. Just the dull gloss left that is hope. I am a bad influenza disease- incurable.I love making poison.I hate how I don't have faith.I hate how I love but I know that I'll die and I'll be gone, forever.I don't fear death, that'd be like fearing breathing. Dumb, right? You have to do it:P Just saddens me. And then I see an old lady smile when my brother tosses me the groceries and while death creeps a little bit closer, I smile back.

Enough of my musings.
Go do something worthwhile with your life!