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Saturday, January 14th, 2006
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I'm a prisoner.
Even the weather patterns have changed to accomodate my term.
My phone has been given back to me, but only out of pity for their disfigured daughter.
I have a new hatred for spiders, and I've still got a month to waste away.
Someone start a Free Megan Revolution.
Show up on my lawn at midnight with torches and pitchforks.
Scale the walls of my house and throw a party on the roof.
Make no negotiations with him.
DO OR DIE.
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Friday, October 21st, 2005
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Wednesday, October 19th, 2005
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Humans manifesto.
No plan survives the first contact with the enemy.
Sometimes being dumb is the only smart alternative.
Shy people are secretly egoists. Nothing is real.
Everything you see is a dream you project onto the
world. Children live out their parents unconscious.
The only animals that suffer from anxiety are the
ones that associate with humans. I don't trust
people who are very articulate. The only way to be
sane is to embrace your insanity. When you feel
guilty about being sad, remember Walt Disney
was a manic depressive. Everything I said
could be totally wrong.
Isn't it weird that we all wear skulls all the time? We don't even really see what they mean anymore. It's a dead person's head. That was someone's head.
I cut myself some bangs today. :>
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Thursday, October 13th, 2005
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[written trains of thought]
No matter how determined one is to make it so, culture is not static. It does not sleep in a tomb collecting dust for years without hope of rescue by a handsome prince. No, development knows not how to sleep, let alone blink. It is an ever evolving and morphing organism that lives and grows as any being does. It cannot be caged by even the most rigid social codes and it cannot be tamed. Those who believe otherwise commit the fateful mistake of denial.
Weeds always push their way through the concrete of a sidewalk. There is always room for growth, even in the most constricting situation. Natural order and impulse cannot be completely pruned by man because he is, in effect, pruning himself.
No matter what the harsh consequence, what is right and divine will forever make itself known in the face of an oppressing monster, and that monster cannot eradicate it.
What is tragic is the blind conformity of the masses to an ideal that they do not believe in, and the reluctance of those few true revolutionaries to step into the external world, outside of thoughts. In their places we find manipulative demagogues and empty, unfounded promises.
[The tragedy of conformity and the hypocrisy of nonconformity.]
New ideas find ways to slip between the cracks, to tiptoe past the burly, hardheaded guards unnoticed. Once inside they begin to infect the minds of their prey, spreading and thriving, until they all at once float up from the subconscious and reveal themselves. The previously unaware hosts become frightened and hide these revelations. They peer out from their masks with fearful eyes, wondering if they’ve been found out, but ignorant to the fact that everyone carries the same secret, the same disease of deviation.
In a society where sin is defined and, by definition, all are sinners, who can rightfully accuse another? It becomes a race; expose another before yourself. Brand another with the hot iron so that you may escape its heat. Blame must be placed.
A wall was constructed to protect socialist East Berlin from the capitalist West. This barricade could not even withstand thirty years before its inevitable demolition. Whether concrete or figurative, barriers meant to resist ideas are always penetrated and none are immune to the osmosis of thought.
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crappy.
calm.
contemplative.