(no subject)
this day was one of classical sadness, for reasons unapprehended. or too complex and driven by old old fears.
im ok though, no problemo.
i only want to listen to the tango forever now.
thought: the cyclical and ever continuing death of ones personal illusions. good thing or bad thing? inevitable, natural, unavoidable? or the product of ambitious living? product of ego? LACK of ego? logical life progression or giving in to cynicism? likely to leave one a scraped out husk not unlike the trashcan of ones existence out of which the spacebums pluck the soggy remnants of what should have been ones life?
tell me.
im ok though, no problemo.
i only want to listen to the tango forever now.
thought: the cyclical and ever continuing death of ones personal illusions. good thing or bad thing? inevitable, natural, unavoidable? or the product of ambitious living? product of ego? LACK of ego? logical life progression or giving in to cynicism? likely to leave one a scraped out husk not unlike the trashcan of ones existence out of which the spacebums pluck the soggy remnants of what should have been ones life?
tell me.