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"I keep hearing people say that there is scientific evidence that the soul exists because when the body expires, it weighs a minute amount less that when it was alive. This, they argue, is the soul escaping from its shell to heaven. True, God did animate Adam by infusing within him the breath of life in Genesis, but if the soul can be physically measured, is its value related to its size? I have more gastrointestinal fluids than soul."
Kilgore Trout, State of Unbeing
"Euthanasia, or dignified death, presents those who have lost most if not all the power to control their lifestyles, with the power to control their life."
The Dignified Death of Thomas Youk, I write at night
Pick your friends wisely by what they wear,
criticize their music
judge others completely by the type of bike they ride
label and cut down those who don’t adhere to your opinions
become really interested in shitty noise bands
and eastern religions
buy an expensive camera because you’re an aspiring photographer
collect records
save the planet with your anti-meat propaganda
DIY DIY DIY
drink that popular beer
smoke that popular cigarette
shave lines into your hair
ignore world politics but vote for a liberal
and then preach the errors of modern society
The only alternative culture that exists today are those who do not let their activities shape who they are as a human being.
Get over yourself.
Playgrounds are still found in the darkest most devious ghettos.
You can’t knock it if you haven’t tried it; And you can’t knock it if you’ve tried it all.
While you can murder and end the life of another, you can also catch up with your reading.
Men are into shiny cars, shiny knifes, and shiny girls.
Doing your own thing might make you happy, but very uncool.
Syringes of novacaine just leave you numb.
Dreams can alter the world around you; Cities were built on dreams.
but most are just dreaming,
"We are so desperate to feel something that we keep falling into each other and fucking into the end of days."
Madeline Zima
The deepest relationship I’ve encountered so far has been that of myself, late nights, and a couple of my closest buds. Reminiscing on the time spent together, leaving a fallen heart feeling. My mind mourns the loss of my latest pack. Heated by the pale heat of my last cigarette, I outline the room with dancing smoke, swooning in my living area, begging for more company. Sweet curves: The only curves I’m attracted to nowadays. Love like this is never healed, and rarely ever treated.
There’s something so fulfilling about that serving sized shallow relationship. Its first kiss leaves you lightheaded, putting butterflies in your stomach, playing entire orchestra concertos on tiny cartoon pianos in your head, but its your second kiss that leaves you wanting an encore. Long distance relationships never worked, so you keep them close. Sometimes even sneaking them into the last showing at movies or into your bedroom at night. Making memories until daylight.
Now I’m sitting in a park bench outside the local coffee shop watching as a couple of Winter Texans converse about the local bee population and their insatiable need for caffeine. The customers beside me share some of the same romances as I do after all. Nicotine for the mind and caffeine for the soul. They won’t confirm their affairs with you however. They lust to love in secret. To have better to have loved loudly, then you have loved in silence I’d say.
