Fuck cool beans
I woke up today and after eating a couple slices of pizza and watching a rerun of a censored version of the breakfast club I realized that I had not done anything of worth in the last 2 months.
By anything of worth I mean things I can be proud of.
By things I can be proud of I mean, things that I would have rather not done, but knew I should have done, and did because I should have done them, not because I wanted to.
And halfway through writing that last explanation I realized that I have no idea what doing anything means. I want to be a good person, and sometimes I figure the facists had the right idea going, and sometimes christianity feels like an opiate, and sometimes the earth just doesn't feel like anything at all. Just a ball, falling through space. I've always liked the idea of faith. How you can love something without proof that you should, but if it was all about faith then Hitler would take one damn high ass seat in heaven for having such faith in his own fear. Or maybe the most damned sinner is the one who has no faith in anything, the one who wonders constantly what is right, and never settles, just wanders without purpose. But then again he has faith that he will eventually find an answer. Or at least has faith that nothing is right.
I think that might have been what Jesus was doing when he walked on water. Maybe the point is only tangible in it's intangibility. Maybe the only way to truly walk is to do so on a nonexistant surface.
then again maybe he was just a man who told good stories.
dribble dribble dribble dribble "dribble" dribble dribble dribble
Winter will be over soon.
By anything of worth I mean things I can be proud of.
By things I can be proud of I mean, things that I would have rather not done, but knew I should have done, and did because I should have done them, not because I wanted to.
And halfway through writing that last explanation I realized that I have no idea what doing anything means. I want to be a good person, and sometimes I figure the facists had the right idea going, and sometimes christianity feels like an opiate, and sometimes the earth just doesn't feel like anything at all. Just a ball, falling through space. I've always liked the idea of faith. How you can love something without proof that you should, but if it was all about faith then Hitler would take one damn high ass seat in heaven for having such faith in his own fear. Or maybe the most damned sinner is the one who has no faith in anything, the one who wonders constantly what is right, and never settles, just wanders without purpose. But then again he has faith that he will eventually find an answer. Or at least has faith that nothing is right.
I think that might have been what Jesus was doing when he walked on water. Maybe the point is only tangible in it's intangibility. Maybe the only way to truly walk is to do so on a nonexistant surface.
then again maybe he was just a man who told good stories.
dribble dribble dribble dribble "dribble" dribble dribble dribble
Winter will be over soon.