It’s the end of the semester, finals are in a few days, and I’m doing what every college student does best- avoiding her tasks. I’ve logged on and off aim, talked to friends I’ve been avoiding for years, starting off conversations arbitrarily with “how’ve you been” and ending with, “I wish I was with you right now, walking up and down the streets, ( Read more... )

Fuck the system. Fuck it to no end.  Fuck DAs. Fuck the unsympathetic approach to man. Fuck Utilitarianism. Fuck the population. And fuck Neitzche

The street is the same. Nothing ever changes in the place you grow up in. It always smells fresh and clear like you never should have left, as if it were the only place that welcomed you on this Earth. But you always leave it behind, in hope of something better, even though you know in the long run there is no better. It's a wasted journey, and it ( Read more... )

My sister wrote me a letter- expecting me to write back.

So I bought a postcard of the aftermath of WWI, ya know all destruction and whatnot. I figure I'd write something like " It always feels like this. Have a good one. Love Ashley."

That should shut her up for a while.

I wish I hadn't smoked so much pot in highschool, then maybe I would've figured out what I really wanted to do in life instead of wasting my time in college.

I've been an atheist for six years- ever since i woke up, or maybe it was when i started to develop an ego. I haven't thought twice about it, not fucking twice. When people would talk to me about religion, i would cringe. Hearing someone say "thank god for all he's done, or god is watching down on him/her/you/us"- i just wanted to puke all over ( Read more... )

I will only do something if it makes sense, which is why I do nothing.

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I got my term paper from Great Books and threw it in the garbage. How is rationalization a "bad term" in describing philosophical inquiries? Dictionary.com defines philosophy as such: the rational investigation of the truths and principles of being, knowledge, or conduct.

Ridiculous.

And I have this chimney hippie next semester for American ( Read more... )

Things change too much every day. Feelings are lost, gained and even grounded. Most of the time I don't know where I'm at, but who does really anyway? We all come to the same point at least once in our lives, if time weren't a factor, we'd all be the same person.

“She”
His heart was more like the boulder that sits in his front yard; unconditioned to ( Read more... )