a beautiful violence...
"hold onto yourself" How the hell do ya do that? I have been listening to music my entire life. My parents used to blast Janis Jopplin to put me to sleep. Are the lyrics as important as they seem? Do they drive the music or does the music drive it? Does it matter? How many times can it be said that someone can relate to lyrics and that is why that particular band is their favorite. Where is the line between emotional breakdown and spirtual movement exist? Does it? and that the fuck is up with all these questions? All of the world is full of questions that keep gettin asked over and over and fucking over. Pardon my melancholic, wondering tone but sometimes I let things bother me and that really bothers me. Why can't every entry be like the last. Caught in the middle of Happiness and depression stopped at a sign that says "i dont care" Everything changes right? And it just keeps changing there is not present. the future becomes the past before we can even utter the words going through our minds that seem so important we just have to get them out at this moment or the moment will pass and again it will mean nothing. Does everything have a consequence? or do things just happen to fall into place? What is it like to simply just be? Is that possible? I have friends who tell you not to worry about bullshit. NOt to care about egotistic people and superficial and emotional apprehensions. When does their real life begin and mine end? I have realized there is no point but to simply exist, there is no reason but to admire. Always admire something more beautiful. Is it beautiful because it seems to come easily or is it beautiful because it is so intricate that you cant even begin to comprehend how or why it is there so you call it "beautiful" Well isnt that swell. My rambling for the day. What is like to live in a contemplative mind? Annoying. Check www.theatma.tk if you want to see what a beautiful violence is all about. Ripped from your views of gang rape, sodomy, and love?