THE LAST EPISODE OF FUTURAMA 1999 - 2013
GROSS SOBBING
DON’T TOUCH ME
I just got so many chills
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THE LAST EPISODE OF FUTURAMA 1999 - 2013
GROSS SOBBING
DON’T TOUCH ME
I just got so many chills
My iPhone screen.
I spend periods away from my phone so that hope can accumulate that when I return to it there will be a message from you. But there never is. I lie awake at night living the old memories that are too far in the past. I hear songs that evoke your very presence into my room, into my psyche, my being, but you’re never actually there. I wonder if my resilience is part stupidity. I look at the brands of food I buy and when I’m cooking remember how we used to buy them together, cook them together. I think of your new life and how I have been so thoroughly crowded out of it. There’s no use for me anymore, no pull to me. And even those bright spots where we reconnect, briefly, virtually, are conditioned by the knowledge that this must all remain hypothetical for x amount of time. X might be forever, part of me feels and fears that it will be. It makes the comfort hollow, the aloneness more pervasive. I miss you and I don’t know if you miss me. I think you might but seem have to have a cornucopia of new attractions to render the missing mostly impotent. Or perhaps it’s simply over, perhaps the hypotheticality is actually impossibility, a road not taken.
Even in the spectacles one sees on this television, it's perfectly proper to exhibit people slugging and slaying each other, but oh dear no, not people loving each other, except in a rather restrained way. One can only draw the conclusion that the assumption underlying this is that expressions of physical love are far more dangerous than expressions of physical hatred. And it seems to me that a culture that has that sort of assumption is basically crazy, and devoted--unintentionally, indeed, but nevertheless in fact devoted--not to survival, but to the actual destruction of life.
Alan Watts http://youtu.be/YMDu3JdQ8Ow
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'Nature is a pretty thing, an evil thing, a strange thing; but a pretty thing. The way it changes, the way it moves, the way it breathes, it's pretty,really. and it's pretty how ignorant we can be towards it, how we think we can take take take and destroy and think it won't fight back, oh what a pretty little illusion'
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Late night ramble
A blank page, which can become my emotions once I pour them down onto it and let them soak through. It is nothing before it is created by the words it becomes. But the words could not come down anywhere if there was no page there. But the page is empty before-hand—it has no nature in itself. It is the emptiness, the useless, that allows there to be existence, and use.
Distractions prevent the depth of thought that allows for greatness.
I like blank pages. A lot. I feel the same way toward them that I feel about my future, when I really imagine and envision it. It’s undefined and could become anything. And my blessing and curse is that I see how limitlessly amazing it could become. And then I become scared, because I’ve always dreamed crazily like that. And I’ve gotten lost in those worlds that I create and desire, and the Jocks that inhabit them. And I imagine people that fawn over me, a world that bends to my will, loves and admires me, a world that I’ve left my fingerprint on, I’ve changed it and improved it and the people see me as a hero. And I’m humble and loving but so sure of myself. And I come back to reality and the contrasts strike me like a baseball bat, and I’m left cowering in fear of another blow. Dreams, desires, they intimidate me. Because sometimes I feel like I don’t know how to go about realistically achieving them.
And here I am telling the same old story. The story I’ve been telling since I was aware there was a story. It’s always up and down, but when I tell it, there were those tinges of sadness. Of despair. Because I’ve known them, I’ve sat with them in their dark corners, hoods drawn, fouling the air.
But that’s not the story I’m choosing to tell anymore. It’s kind of funny, every time I start telling my story for the last 3ish months I always jolt into this valiant couragetalk partway through. I guess that’s good, cause I’m questioning an old way that doesn’t serve me and adopting a new way. Yeah, it’s definitely good.
It’s funny also, the things we devote our lives to. What we do for love. The people that make and break us and hold us steady. I love it, everyone running around, going for something, trying, but for they know not what, just zipping here and there and exchanging small parts of our lives. It’s those parts, when our corners chip off on each other as we speed by on life’s highway, that give us what we need. And as long as there is some degree of genuineness, care in those interactions, I will always have hope. Of all the things that bring me hope and reconcile me from my worst nightmares, people do it best. When the interactions become shallow, angsty, human relations take a dive. We need to always protect our authenticity, open ourselves to the person walking by and say hello.
I lay here in the dark in the full honesty of my heart. All torrents have subsided and I see the bare truth. It is both painful and hopeful but forever beautiful in its truth.
I want to show you in the time I have with you that I love you beyond anything else in this world. My utmost mission is...
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“Make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservation, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. If you want to get more out of life, you must lose your inclination for monotonous security and adopt a helter-skelter style of life that will at first appear to you to be crazy. But once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty.”
My hero.
The formation of the Solar System and the collision that created the Moon.
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