revelations in a far out hippie world
the music always sounds so much better. you can feel every hit of every base in your body and the words sound like they're being sung by god. if you can hear god sing, could you hear him tell you he'd never existed?
"devin, this is god"
i'd never imagined god would have the voice of everyone i know, sounds almost like a small child.
"love has lost it's meaning"
how could it? you're god. can't you make it mean something?
"no you fucking asshole, you're on drugs. there is no god, the only people who talk to me are fucked up, i've never existed"
wow! that's all i have to say about that.
sometimes i do some fucked up stupid ass shit when i get fucked up. sometimes i regret it, a lot. sometimes i think it's hilarious for months. either way it's probably fucked up and stupid. interesting fact though, they're always fun. tell your friends. they are pretty much all fun, in moderation. like anything, in moderation. which is fucking hilarious since i'm probably the most excessive person i know. all of the things i love, i do as often as i can. without much restraint ever. my type of moderation is not at all otherwise i'm going to do it every day. everytime i experiment with any type of mood altering chemical it is quite an experience. usually i learn quite a lot about myself. it has helped me think in different ways and be able to put myself in other peoples shoes. which if you have ever talked to anyone, they're completely concerned about their own shoes and that is it. they really don't give a fuck about you. it's not they're fault though, everyone's trying to figure out how to be a better happier person, but they have no support from society. society continues to tell them they're worthless because they don't look like movie stars or models or me. not their fault though, they have been given fast food as a staple and laugh at people who excersise. then wonder why they don't have a body like whoever. i'm just like everyone else, i'm worried, afraid, insecure, self conscious and all the other things that get people's panties in a bunch. i know it though. i am not afraid to admit it to myself or anyone else. i'm doing something about it and i am going to do anything i want. fuck it. why not? what am i going to have to worry about when i am dead? nothing, so fuck it. i'll go talk to him or her, i'll get us that table now. fuck it, i'll go into the scientology church to get a stress test for the only perpose of being able to make fun of scientologists later. who the fuck cares if i smoke pot everyday. is it going to matter? i only do these things to myself. don't worry i'm only making fun of scientologists because i'm insecure with myself and insecure with how stupid scientologists are for being that naive and ignorant. it is my life, who cares if i want to do whatever i do in my spare time? why is it your business? who are you to tell me i can not smoke pot or shoot heroin if i wanted. you claim what? homosexuals are ruining our country? WHAT THE FUCK? are you trying to convince me that every christian society in the history of time have fallen when homosexuals became accepted? ROME? WHO THE FUCK TOLD YOU THAT? you have no idea what you're talking about. sweetheart you were not around for rome or any other christian EMPIRE the beginning, middle or end. i'm sure homosexuals were around the whole time. the little study that prick from whatever religious college did, is propaghanda against human beings. your brother, the little cute one that was so adorable when he'd play dress up and dance around in his mom's high heels. the one who's now a doctor and lives alone very happily but still wants love. yeah, him. maybe you still don't know he's gay, but it's pretty obvious to everyone else. why tell him he can not have love? what does it hurt in your life? maybe every once and awhile you will have to see them holding hands or worse yet, kiss. oh my god it's terrible! ha ha ha. would it not make more sense to be happy for two people willing to flaunt their happiness like that. even if they are fags. you'd want them to be happy for you. selfish. random.
"devin, this is god"
i'd never imagined god would have the voice of everyone i know, sounds almost like a small child.
"love has lost it's meaning"
how could it? you're god. can't you make it mean something?
"no you fucking asshole, you're on drugs. there is no god, the only people who talk to me are fucked up, i've never existed"
wow! that's all i have to say about that.
sometimes i do some fucked up stupid ass shit when i get fucked up. sometimes i regret it, a lot. sometimes i think it's hilarious for months. either way it's probably fucked up and stupid. interesting fact though, they're always fun. tell your friends. they are pretty much all fun, in moderation. like anything, in moderation. which is fucking hilarious since i'm probably the most excessive person i know. all of the things i love, i do as often as i can. without much restraint ever. my type of moderation is not at all otherwise i'm going to do it every day. everytime i experiment with any type of mood altering chemical it is quite an experience. usually i learn quite a lot about myself. it has helped me think in different ways and be able to put myself in other peoples shoes. which if you have ever talked to anyone, they're completely concerned about their own shoes and that is it. they really don't give a fuck about you. it's not they're fault though, everyone's trying to figure out how to be a better happier person, but they have no support from society. society continues to tell them they're worthless because they don't look like movie stars or models or me. not their fault though, they have been given fast food as a staple and laugh at people who excersise. then wonder why they don't have a body like whoever. i'm just like everyone else, i'm worried, afraid, insecure, self conscious and all the other things that get people's panties in a bunch. i know it though. i am not afraid to admit it to myself or anyone else. i'm doing something about it and i am going to do anything i want. fuck it. why not? what am i going to have to worry about when i am dead? nothing, so fuck it. i'll go talk to him or her, i'll get us that table now. fuck it, i'll go into the scientology church to get a stress test for the only perpose of being able to make fun of scientologists later. who the fuck cares if i smoke pot everyday. is it going to matter? i only do these things to myself. don't worry i'm only making fun of scientologists because i'm insecure with myself and insecure with how stupid scientologists are for being that naive and ignorant. it is my life, who cares if i want to do whatever i do in my spare time? why is it your business? who are you to tell me i can not smoke pot or shoot heroin if i wanted. you claim what? homosexuals are ruining our country? WHAT THE FUCK? are you trying to convince me that every christian society in the history of time have fallen when homosexuals became accepted? ROME? WHO THE FUCK TOLD YOU THAT? you have no idea what you're talking about. sweetheart you were not around for rome or any other christian EMPIRE the beginning, middle or end. i'm sure homosexuals were around the whole time. the little study that prick from whatever religious college did, is propaghanda against human beings. your brother, the little cute one that was so adorable when he'd play dress up and dance around in his mom's high heels. the one who's now a doctor and lives alone very happily but still wants love. yeah, him. maybe you still don't know he's gay, but it's pretty obvious to everyone else. why tell him he can not have love? what does it hurt in your life? maybe every once and awhile you will have to see them holding hands or worse yet, kiss. oh my god it's terrible! ha ha ha. would it not make more sense to be happy for two people willing to flaunt their happiness like that. even if they are fags. you'd want them to be happy for you. selfish. random.