Jun 04, 2006 22:28
Sometimes I resent having to steal time from my schedule to do the things that give me peace of mind. Sometimes I regret not being satisfied with those things and people I have known before. Most of the time my self pity makes me want to retch.
My dreams have gotton me through alot and now I have been coming to find out how fucking dangerous dreams can be. The perception of your dreams is one that treats the narrative and energy of your life with unconditinal positive regard. This perfection is tasted only through the lips of the dreamer thus all is well only in ideaville.Walt Disney had dreams and jim Henson, along with Albert Fish and David Parker Ray. All of their dreams entombed their concept/idea of utopia and all that is perfect and everything that feels good twisted to everyone but them Aileen Wournos had dreams They killed her ass.
ok enough of that shit. I watched The Devil's Playground recently, pretty decent. The life of the Amish has always been fascinating to me. Plus i am a fool for good documentaries. One sequence of the film displays the struggles of an Amish girl afflicted with bi-bolar. I can not imagine the courage it takes to live with such a monster in your closet in an environment that does not acknowledge the existence of such things.
I want to get some new candles for my water closet I am going to take a scolding hot shower, sometimes the feeling of the water dissolving the grime of the day is all it takes to make you feel like a new man
"you must not dream...it is only sick pe