tenchi muyo 
the hollowness of being
Come one, come all. Into this state of depression. Quick! My time is almost up. I believe I'm burning into obscurity. Not that I mind; I've got nothing to say anyway. Today is the first day of the rest of my life, and along the lines of that empty cliché, to comprehend how something so big and beautiful and so full of life at first glance can be so hollow and empty and fucked up now that I've stopped to think about it. Not that I wanted to stop, but I don't have a choice in the matter.
Please come back to me. Please leave me be. I don't want to be alone, so I'll stay in my mad, sad little world. Can you see? Alone we stand, together we fall. And when it rains, it pours to the point where I can't see anything in front of me. Everything's a blur, because all my plans have gone to heck. My world is a desk; I only wish I had the time to organize it. Now there's nothing to look forward to. I don't want to move, but there's no stopping me.
Between love and hate, there's a whole spectrum of emotions. For example: I hate Bush, and I love my Mom. Between the two, there's no comparison. But is Dubya capable of being compassionate? (I'm tempted to say no, but he does have a family.) And is my Mom capable of being an insufferable, over-zealous totalitarian? At times, the transition from one end of the spectrum to the other occurs at the speed of light that it leaves me blind.
I've concocted an hypothesis to explain this freakishly natural phenomenon: a wormhole connects the two ends. Coincidentally, if you view this one-dimensional plane schematically you will notice that it looks like a smile. As such, I have reasons to conclude that between love and hate is a very large smile. I call this The Smile Of Life (S.M.O.L.), or The Smile Of God (S.M.O.G.), depending on whether you're an agnostic or a believer.
Subrisum Ex Deus.
Your passion and your ennui, your smiles and your heartache, your benevolence and your belligerence, your laughter and your tears, your chuckles and your sneers, your happiness and your sadness, your pride and your shame, your comforts and your anxieties, your love and your hate; all part of a larger equation that is God's sad, ironic smile.
I am giving a seminar on this, entitled "Living S.M.O.L. And Breathing S.M.O.G. or How I Grew To Love The Hate" at the Akadamie Mathematique Of Philosophical Sound Research, Los Angeles, C.A. every Wednesday and Friday of next month. Entrance is free, but register your application now to avoid disappointment. Oh, and bring your own tissue.
It's funny, though. I couldn't manage to start loving Bush no matter how hard I tried. I would if I could, but I can't so I shan't. It's a new year, and he's still fucking up the world. To be fair, I would probably fuck the world up too if I was President of The United States of The Many 'Cuffs. Yeah, I know I'm a major disappointment. Sit me down; shut me up. I'll calm down, and I'll get along with you.
Please come back to me. Please leave me be. I don't want to be alone, so I'll stay in my mad, sad little world. Can you see? Alone we stand, together we fall. And when it rains, it pours to the point where I can't see anything in front of me. Everything's a blur, because all my plans have gone to heck. My world is a desk; I only wish I had the time to organize it. Now there's nothing to look forward to. I don't want to move, but there's no stopping me.
Between love and hate, there's a whole spectrum of emotions. For example: I hate Bush, and I love my Mom. Between the two, there's no comparison. But is Dubya capable of being compassionate? (I'm tempted to say no, but he does have a family.) And is my Mom capable of being an insufferable, over-zealous totalitarian? At times, the transition from one end of the spectrum to the other occurs at the speed of light that it leaves me blind.
I've concocted an hypothesis to explain this freakishly natural phenomenon: a wormhole connects the two ends. Coincidentally, if you view this one-dimensional plane schematically you will notice that it looks like a smile. As such, I have reasons to conclude that between love and hate is a very large smile. I call this The Smile Of Life (S.M.O.L.), or The Smile Of God (S.M.O.G.), depending on whether you're an agnostic or a believer.
Subrisum Ex Deus.
Your passion and your ennui, your smiles and your heartache, your benevolence and your belligerence, your laughter and your tears, your chuckles and your sneers, your happiness and your sadness, your pride and your shame, your comforts and your anxieties, your love and your hate; all part of a larger equation that is God's sad, ironic smile.
I am giving a seminar on this, entitled "Living S.M.O.L. And Breathing S.M.O.G. or How I Grew To Love The Hate" at the Akadamie Mathematique Of Philosophical Sound Research, Los Angeles, C.A. every Wednesday and Friday of next month. Entrance is free, but register your application now to avoid disappointment. Oh, and bring your own tissue.
It's funny, though. I couldn't manage to start loving Bush no matter how hard I tried. I would if I could, but I can't so I shan't. It's a new year, and he's still fucking up the world. To be fair, I would probably fuck the world up too if I was President of The United States of The Many 'Cuffs. Yeah, I know I'm a major disappointment. Sit me down; shut me up. I'll calm down, and I'll get along with you.
PLAYLIST
Lonely Day -- System Of A Down
Heart In A Cage -- The Strokes
The Ghost Of You -- My Chemical Romance
Blueside -- Rooney
Are We Waiting -- Green Day
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