Hmmm....if I must post, I might as well make it way too long and vague to be readable
I love that I repeatedly procrastinate by perusing live journal (in the dictionary definition of the word), yet am entirely too lazy to actually post generally. What has it been, 10 months?
And if I do…..it must be infrequent and tell you actually nothing about anything.
Oh….well....nothing besides…that the play Closer is amaaaaaaazing... and you should all read it…... then read The Stranger, and Who is Afraid of Virginia Wolfe,
....and then you should decide that there is no such thing as love...that it’s just a cover word for loving the way some one makes you feel...and in fact there is no such thing as anything, and life is absurd and that everyone is just running around trying to make order out of the universe, but that attempt at order is the most absurd of all…... but then you should come to the conclusion that artificially creating order is perhaps profound, and if nothing else, quite necessary....regardless of what that funny cross eyed philosopher we all know and love said....there is indeed human nature...and it IS an excuse...for it is that nature that compels us to invent...for we must create something, as that same cross eyed crank would agree...then after considering all that you should go re-read Grendel...or at least talk to the plaid wearing English teacher with the floppy hair...and that will help you to invent a rationality for inventing and make you feel more justified in self created semi-truth.
Go find some gold and sit on it.
And that Ann bitch...with those books, ya know...Fountain something or other....maybe she is right. Fucking moral egoist. But god damn I don’t care. I can believe her, and Camus, and all those crazy fucks yet still simultaneously gaze at the world with those same morality stricken eyes.
Maybe I enjoy my slave morality, even though it stares back with a sneer.
Contradictory you say?
*shrugs*
And if I do…..it must be infrequent and tell you actually nothing about anything.
Oh….well....nothing besides…that the play Closer is amaaaaaaazing... and you should all read it…... then read The Stranger, and Who is Afraid of Virginia Wolfe,
....and then you should decide that there is no such thing as love...that it’s just a cover word for loving the way some one makes you feel...and in fact there is no such thing as anything, and life is absurd and that everyone is just running around trying to make order out of the universe, but that attempt at order is the most absurd of all…... but then you should come to the conclusion that artificially creating order is perhaps profound, and if nothing else, quite necessary....regardless of what that funny cross eyed philosopher we all know and love said....there is indeed human nature...and it IS an excuse...for it is that nature that compels us to invent...for we must create something, as that same cross eyed crank would agree...then after considering all that you should go re-read Grendel...or at least talk to the plaid wearing English teacher with the floppy hair...and that will help you to invent a rationality for inventing and make you feel more justified in self created semi-truth.
Go find some gold and sit on it.
And that Ann bitch...with those books, ya know...Fountain something or other....maybe she is right. Fucking moral egoist. But god damn I don’t care. I can believe her, and Camus, and all those crazy fucks yet still simultaneously gaze at the world with those same morality stricken eyes.
Maybe I enjoy my slave morality, even though it stares back with a sneer.
Contradictory you say?
*shrugs*