so many options all the time… so many choices… (but I ain’t bein religious cause that’s havin something else decide for you, but I digress.)
gotta choose, so many things. gotta learn, so many things.
so many options all the time… so many choices… (but I ain’t bein religious cause that’s havin something else decide for you, but I digress.)
gotta choose, so many things. gotta learn, so many things.
“McDonald’s Orders 7,000 touch-screen kiosks to replace cashiers.”
we’re moving closer and closer to some combo of
1. having people get a new job every year or less
2. everyone being homeless
3. providing people with a basic (or better) income, regardless of whether they do anything to earn it
every day.
suddenly feeling angry and spiteful (Wagner music on repeat for 2 hours, ah yes.)
I was about to say:
“Take no advice from “mere mortals”, they don’t know the answers. (mere mortals in the case simply means everyday people who aren’t as weird as yourself:))
but then
no, wait, advice from them is fine if it’s in ways to be kind to yourself, to be human, compassionate, to yourself, yes.
I originally meant
that they don’t know what I want,
what’s best for me,
what will
“do it” for me,
which reminds me of something I was to say days ago, being:
(again, Mere MOrtals simply is is colourful language for normal people.)
(I realize that I too am normal, but come on, it’s poetry, people.)
time on this earth is limited…
it seems there is so much potential, for one to do so many things…
there’s far too many things one could do…
what would one do, if they were me, no no, I mean
what WILL I do, as I AM me?
perhaps I should choose wisely,
for some day it’s game over.
I mean, maybe not if Trans-Humanists succeed before game over, which would be nice, and maybe kinda insane,
I’ll certainly want to have lived the dreams.
facebook stocks are at 106 dollars. they were once down to 19. I was totally gonna buy, even FIVE shares at that time, but no…… I was foolish. or was I?
p.s.. I know so little about this, I don’t even know if one CAN buy FIVE shares.
“Being popular on facebook is like sitting at the cool table at the cafeteria at a MENTAL HOSPITAL (imagine picture of Jack Nicholsen in One Flew Over The Coocoo’s Nest.)
“YAY! I WIN!”
you really should rely on yourself for love, and not for others, cause you’re the only one who’s REALLY “always” there for you.
is that sad? perhaps.
perhaps it’s happy.
I don’t necessarily mean romance love, just, basic every day “I’m a good person” stuff, self esteem, not love, yeah, just self-esteem.
ain’t got no homophobe friends:)
that’s nice.
you often (I often) read about friends who have people in their circle of (facebook) friends whose views differ sharply and uncomfortably from their own.
while that might be a good thing, I think I have gotten rid of many such people.
as such, whenever I hear about “that crazy uncle” (I’ve got none/and/or/they’re dead,)
or some such thing, I’m always like, well, see above.
I seriously just used this to describe a style of music/drumming:
“very rhythmic in the badabum sense. fun for us to play, in the juvenile teenage boy playing with his dick sense.”