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Oct 30, 2005 01:05

i need something.
something to think about.
give me something to think about.
a word.
a book.
a movie.
a story.
a quote.
a lyric.
a song.
i need something to watch.
to read.

other
words.
i am bored.
my stomach feels empty.
i think i need need food.
but.
i just brushed my teeth.
she i taunt myself anyway?

...i cant believeitstrue.

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discometal October 30 2005, 10:21:52 UTC
a word: mesmerize
a book: the da vinci code (of course, especially if you feel like thinking)
a movie: jacobs ladder
a story: the greatest story ever sold
a quote: "To say yes to one instant, is to say yes to all of existence"
read this when you feel like thinking.

Creation seems to come out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration, and this is where I think language came from. It came from our desire to transcend our isolation and have some sort of connection with one another. And it had to be easy, when it was just simple survival, like you know...water, we came up with a sound for that, or saber-toothed tiger right behind you!, we came up with a sound for that. But, when it gets really interesting, I think, is when we use that same system of symbols to communicate all the abstract and intangible things that we're experiencing. What is frustration? or what is anger? or love? When I say "love," the sound comes out of my mouth and hits the other person's ear, travels through this Byzantine conduit in their brain, through their memories of love, or lack of love, and they register what I'm saying, and they say "Yes, I understand," but how do I know they understand? Words are inert; They're just symbols; They're dead. You know? And, so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed; It's unspeakable. Yet, when we communicate with one another, and we feel that we have connected, and we think that we are understood, I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion, and that feeling might be transient, but I think it's what we live for.
a lyric:The future has got me worried, such awful thoughts.
My head is a carousel of pictures.
The spinning never stops.
a song:paranoid android
watch the daily show

i hope i helped.

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thisrainpours November 1 2005, 11:49:11 UTC
a book: Something wicked this way comes

yesss.

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foogienik November 4 2005, 22:11:37 UTC
Well thank you Mr Szuber.

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