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Apr. 26th, 2001 01:57 am
WATCH OUT FOO, I'M HARDCORE NOW WITH MY TEMPORARY TATOOZ!
Apr. 26th, 2001
WATCH OUT FOO, I'M HARDCORE NOW WITH MY TEMPORARY TATOOZ!
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Apr. 26th, 2001 09:28 pmEver feel that a movie is more real than your life? That a night sky in pictures and recordings of the chirping crickets are more vivid than a realtime experience? The star painters never assembled their scaffolding to embelish the sky with dreams and distance. The nuance of temperature and smell were nill.
I really do figure death would be something like that year. Sure things happen, but nothing means anything. Almost as if the aspect of time is extended and distorted unfocusing the here-and-now into a muddle of hopelessness and short-term regrets. Not hope and long term memories.
There's another one. Memories. They're so dear, the things that give our short lives end at the wonderfully inevitable. Our senses and our memories to combine a montage of our lives. A shrine to ourselves. A spirit. I suppose, perhaps, memories are our spirits?
Shup brod, you ain't deep :D
I really do figure death would be something like that year. Sure things happen, but nothing means anything. Almost as if the aspect of time is extended and distorted unfocusing the here-and-now into a muddle of hopelessness and short-term regrets. Not hope and long term memories.
There's another one. Memories. They're so dear, the things that give our short lives end at the wonderfully inevitable. Our senses and our memories to combine a montage of our lives. A shrine to ourselves. A spirit. I suppose, perhaps, memories are our spirits?
Shup brod, you ain't deep :D
