I’m wrong
June 23, 2006
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I’m thinking maybe I’m wrong. I’m thinking too much is what I think. I’m thinking that that being happy thing is really more of a drag than anything. It’s so… foreign.
It’s fucking boring. I’m fucking boring. I went to pick wild flowers in a field on my lunch break yesterday… What. The. Fuck.
But I feel clouds forming. I feel fire building up. The darkness hovering.
My sweetest dreams contain coarse language, violence and explicit sexuality. Viewer’s discretion is advised.
Thank god for PMS.
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Did I just write that?
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Whats wrong with picking wild flowers? You sound like someone who snickers at the mundane things people do and makes them happy, while you want to explore the far reaches of the self.
Just keep in mind, only idiots are happy, think of it, who else could? They fly aimlessly through life, following the script that was given to them at birth.
Thinkers, the ones who contemplate can only look at the world and weep. But it doesnt mean you can’t enjoy things along the way.
nothing wrong with it. I don’t snicker at all. it’s just a foreing land for me. I only meant it in that way
the flowers along the way, they were nice… they’re still on my desk. looking at them right now and thinking you’re always right damn it. :p
[a blushing LOL :D] I’m just sayin’… the people I find to be uppity jumping for joy blissfully content are usualy brain dead. They accept everything as it is. Those who question everything, those who are of an introspective nature, aren’t jumping for joy because they know, but they arent always completly miserable either.
Flowers are a good thing, pretty, smell good and all. Like all things in the universe they will wilt away and perish. A life lesson in a vase LOL
Didn’t mean to be depressing either
PMS sucks but wild flowers are cool.
Your writings though; always “WOW”!
Thanks!
It’s OK to look at the world and weep… Just as it is OK to look at flowers on a desk and be amazed… But let’s not dwell on it.
…Let’s evolve…
Ok… Now that this is covered, let me tell you a little bit more about a penis… geee… I mean happiness… (Just kidding…)
I love everything that you write Swan… Whichever mood you’re in… PMS’ed or not…
dave: don’t worry, I got it. completely
“And yesterday I saw you kissing tiny flowers,
But all that lives is born to die.
And so I say to you that nothing really matters,
And all you do is stand and cry.”
bibi: t’es fine
right now, I’m ovulating… prelude to a storm. mouahahahahahaaaaa!!!! :p
martin: coudonc, tu dois l’avoir vu autant de fois que moi ce film là! “Let’s… EVOLVE!” j’adore ce mouvement de la main, le ton de cette réplique. thank you for the compliments
and penis and happines, they go hand in hand sometimes… arkkk maudite joke plate! hahahaa!
Too much time thinking = not enough living.
“Truth is the offspring of silence and unbroken meditation” - Some guy named Newton
weta: it’s all about balance isn’t it?
dave: the unbroken I have a problem with though.
If picking flowers isn’t cutting it, try rolling around in them having hot monkey sex. Life, it’s what you make it.
stephaine: as usual, right, right, right…
but poison ivy on the butt?