was going to write a poem then remembered i can’t
Point a camera at someone and you may get a gun pointed back at you - this isn’t surprising and has been happening in some form or other from the beginning of time. You shoot the messenger. You destroy the documents. You murder the scientists. Information obliterates authority’s ability to govern without accountability. Information is the most valuable asset.
“Then you see lights, lights of all different colors, these lights are the doors that pull you into other planes of existence, but most people actually like this world so much, that they don’t want to be taken away”
Enter the Void (2009)
Are you ever driving around with someone in the dark and you realize you actually enjoy the silence that blooms between the two of you because it’s an indication of understanding and appreciation of life, a mutual agreement that not every goddamn moment has to be filled with obtrusive noise and small talk? That you can just fucking relax and enjoy this moment when you don’t have to put your armor up with humor or back filled talk from the black matter in your brain, because you can feel the energy passing back and forth is a calm, energized one and the silence is not anger or some misplaced tactic so that you’ll speak or ask what’s wrong because if you don’t maybe it means the dissolution of your entire relationship?
I mean, man, Four Loko has 12.0% Alcohol volume?!!! Fuck, I’m wasted.
This is a formal thank you to all the people who gave me advice I didn’t ask for and subsequently ignored. Your $0.02 is worth less to me than the materials it was made out of, and was most likely downright harmful to my well-being. But go ahead and congratulate me for “making something out of my life.” It was done despite your best intentions to fuck me over.