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i don't know whats going on in the title. i wasn't planned and sucks as such. I just read a book the other day its called "the bus driver who wanted to be god" by etgar keret. i suggest you read it. it is substancial. its a great book. the writer is amazing.
Right now i am reading "Do what thou wilt" a biography of the great beast himself "alistair crowley". Its pretty good.
So i guess the reason you read my posts are not to find out what void information with which i am filling the fold of my gray matter. But you read them instead to hear some half-hearted attempt at wit. I'll be your monkey.
My god i just got sidetracked by the new jessica simpson music video. it happens...
The other day i was thinking. And because i am what you would call the worrisome type i was dwelling on things that i probably shouldn't have. I was thinking thoughts like "would i go to fight in WWIII if it broke out?" If i got drafted would i go? Yeah, probably. But i wouldn't go because i give a damn about the nation. theres not much worth saving. Instead I would go for the adventure. There is this little piece of me, deep down inside that yearns to be a part of history. To risk my life.
To do something other than live out my life comfortably as some upper middle class overweight white american and die from choking on some mcdonalds and have some crappy open casket funeral where people meander up and feign politeness by telling whoever "how good i look" in between in depth conversations about how little (insert name here) is doing in 3rd grade math class and how he is probably going to make it far in life. What with how he is reading on a 5th grade level and can recite the names of the first 10 presidents.
Fast forward 30 years in the future and little (insert name here) is complaining about how his life didn't go the way he wanted it too.
Fast forward 40 more years little (insert name here) is dead in his casket. He never did a damned thing. A no talent. No ambition. Do-nothing.
So i guess what i am getting at is i'd go. I might die. But thats ok. I'd be putting my life on the line. Not for a nation. Not for god. Not for some idealistic cause. I'd go fight in some foreign war on some foreign shore and i might die but i'd be fulfilling a little piece of what i consider what it takes for me to be a man. You have to do that on your own. You know. Become a man.
I don't figure i am one yet. Hell if i ever get drafted i might go join the french foreign legion. Might even die. But if i didn't. When i am old. I'd have something to look back on. When i can't move a whole lot. When my joints creak and my eyes are gray. I might still have some memories. And i'll be able to look back and feel like i have done something.
Right now i am reading "Do what thou wilt" a biography of the great beast himself "alistair crowley". Its pretty good.
So i guess the reason you read my posts are not to find out what void information with which i am filling the fold of my gray matter. But you read them instead to hear some half-hearted attempt at wit. I'll be your monkey.
My god i just got sidetracked by the new jessica simpson music video. it happens...
The other day i was thinking. And because i am what you would call the worrisome type i was dwelling on things that i probably shouldn't have. I was thinking thoughts like "would i go to fight in WWIII if it broke out?" If i got drafted would i go? Yeah, probably. But i wouldn't go because i give a damn about the nation. theres not much worth saving. Instead I would go for the adventure. There is this little piece of me, deep down inside that yearns to be a part of history. To risk my life.
To do something other than live out my life comfortably as some upper middle class overweight white american and die from choking on some mcdonalds and have some crappy open casket funeral where people meander up and feign politeness by telling whoever "how good i look" in between in depth conversations about how little (insert name here) is doing in 3rd grade math class and how he is probably going to make it far in life. What with how he is reading on a 5th grade level and can recite the names of the first 10 presidents.
Fast forward 30 years in the future and little (insert name here) is complaining about how his life didn't go the way he wanted it too.
Fast forward 40 more years little (insert name here) is dead in his casket. He never did a damned thing. A no talent. No ambition. Do-nothing.
So i guess what i am getting at is i'd go. I might die. But thats ok. I'd be putting my life on the line. Not for a nation. Not for god. Not for some idealistic cause. I'd go fight in some foreign war on some foreign shore and i might die but i'd be fulfilling a little piece of what i consider what it takes for me to be a man. You have to do that on your own. You know. Become a man.
I don't figure i am one yet. Hell if i ever get drafted i might go join the french foreign legion. Might even die. But if i didn't. When i am old. I'd have something to look back on. When i can't move a whole lot. When my joints creak and my eyes are gray. I might still have some memories. And i'll be able to look back and feel like i have done something.