I have a dream, a dream that someday the people of the world might actually care for anyone other than themselves....
Nah, I'm being a huge hypocrite here. I'm part of this world, too, and I myself can vouch for my own selfishness. Humanity is such a perfect specimen of vanity that nothing else in this world can compare. We loathe those who rise over us and do our best to tear them down. We stomp on our enemies and spit at our contenders. We leave them gasping on their knees without even a shred of mercy or a crumb of dignity. Our pride and haughtiness at their apex.
We are so drunk on borrowed power that we forget to pay back out loans, but all the while the interest keeps adding up. Soon enough, our debts will topple us down and we will become lost amongst it. One day, fate will come to collect and will leave us empty handed. Begging and groveling for the things we have taken for granted. Only then will we realise the kind of world that we lived in, the kind of life that we led. Our regrets will consume us, they eventually will be our ultimate downfall. We can take a look around us, yet we are still blind to the truth; nothing is right anymore, nobody knows why, and nobody really cares...
Saturday, 29 June 2013
Where Nothing Makes Sense Anymore
You know that moment when you feel like your foot's on fire and your trying to douse it with clotted sunflower juice, but you just can't because mercury isn't perfectly aligned with the sun storm causing that beautiful borealis up in the north? Yeah, such pretty, pretty lights...
I'm talking about that five second moment you have right before you start snoozing when your mind thinks of all these weird things that normally shouldn't fit together but make perfect sense in your head? You know, when the last thing you see before your eyes close is a carton of milk and you start thinking about green cows and how they get abducted by aliens from underground? That kind of stuff. It's when your so sleepy that your mind makes relations between things that have almost nothing to do with each other. It doesn't make any sense, but I find that it's actualy a pretty effective way to get someone sleeping. I feel that it channels your creativity and lets your inner weirdness surface in the one place where nobody actully cares if you're a flyring bescpecled milkfish with antannae; the dreamland.
Yes, the dreamland. Not only is it an available map on many RPG and MMORPG games, but it's also a gateway to our subconcious. The place where nothing makes sense anymore. The place where I'm weird, you're weird, everybody's weird, so therefore nobody is. It's like a haven for that little dark corner in our minds we dare not explore for fear of finding out what really lurks in the shadows. We can be nobody, but everybody. Nothing, but anything under the sun and over the moon. Through the clouds we can soar, flying with magical seagulls who only know how to say the word YOLO, and in the next moment we can be swimming in a desert hurricane. Only wondering where out minds might take us next...
I'm talking about that five second moment you have right before you start snoozing when your mind thinks of all these weird things that normally shouldn't fit together but make perfect sense in your head? You know, when the last thing you see before your eyes close is a carton of milk and you start thinking about green cows and how they get abducted by aliens from underground? That kind of stuff. It's when your so sleepy that your mind makes relations between things that have almost nothing to do with each other. It doesn't make any sense, but I find that it's actualy a pretty effective way to get someone sleeping. I feel that it channels your creativity and lets your inner weirdness surface in the one place where nobody actully cares if you're a flyring bescpecled milkfish with antannae; the dreamland.
Yes, the dreamland. Not only is it an available map on many RPG and MMORPG games, but it's also a gateway to our subconcious. The place where nothing makes sense anymore. The place where I'm weird, you're weird, everybody's weird, so therefore nobody is. It's like a haven for that little dark corner in our minds we dare not explore for fear of finding out what really lurks in the shadows. We can be nobody, but everybody. Nothing, but anything under the sun and over the moon. Through the clouds we can soar, flying with magical seagulls who only know how to say the word YOLO, and in the next moment we can be swimming in a desert hurricane. Only wondering where out minds might take us next...
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