Quote taken from Francesca Alpert's myspace -"I believe in angels, and the afterlife. I believe in the dead coming to visit you on rare ocassions. I believe that spiritual healing actually works, and i also believe in Mediumship." I don't...
Why are people so...unpleasant?
Honestly, its so difficult to truly care about so many things without, first, knowing the answers to some of the most fundamental, mind ravaging questions! How can one possibly respect the existence of something, people in this case, when that something seems to defy respect? They do such trivial things, and find amusement, even up to 'so-called' maturity, in the incessant mistreatment of their own kind. But you are a person, and i can't say i'm fond of that. My days are less than enjoyable because of people. With the odd exception. You will be the effigy I burn, infused with al the traits that make them the detestable little goblins they are. They wont really burn though, ripped to shreds is more accurate.
If this is the case then I am a person, so why not kill myself? Well trust me, I know what self loathing i, but to kill myself? That would put a damper on my search for answers. Not at all productive, besides I've become increasingly doubtful as to whether or not i can die at all. But let's not get into that. I disagree with suicide. So dispose of yourselves quickly, if you must so long as you don't leave a not saying i told you to do it. You self-esteem deficient loons. I happen to have a certain fondness for existing-coke wouldn't have that lovely fizzy feeling if you were dead. Think of all the things you would miss: Cartoons, music, movies, video games, music, art, music, fingernail growths, sex...well, perhaps not sex, depending on how weird your mortician.
SO, rather then fill this page up with the usual vicious unpleasantries, i will tell you a little story.
A while back I had an accident which led to a two day stay in a hospital with a tube, so very rudely, shoved into my arm. Not only was I experiencing new and vivid levels of pain, but i was as far from a slurpee machine as i could get, and i could not leave. Which sucked.. anyway, lying in that bed i saw countless people come and go, one of which was in a serious state. The fact that the doctors didn't know whether the poor girl was gonna' cop it on not really frightened me. I do not want to die just yet, and a world that has people who do is one that i don't want to understand. But it's weird isn't it. Suicide is the one thing that makes sense even when you don't want it to...
What about "GOD"?
Hmmmm,, well. You tell me? I don't believe in him/her/it. I've come to the conclusion that there is no god, despite many arguments to support the existence and against. But consider this for one moment...
If God is "that which no greater can be conceived", that is to say that he is the greatest, most beautiful being, then you are accepting that he must have some pattern/symmetry (because in the human nature patterns and symmetry are more beautiful than those without). Yes? Okay, well there is absolutely no evidence to illustrate such a thing in this 'beings' actions. Therefore there is no God. However, and i realise i am completely contradicting myself here, god is the largest/greatest/most complex being as we established earlier then maybe his pattern is far too complex for the human brain to apprehend and maybe this pattern is too beautiful for our minds to fathom. But if so, what's the point in trying?
There's time to sleep when your dead,
so don't lay down your fucking head!
cus' when it's time to die, it's time to die.
So let's go out in style!
But, keep in mind; it's possible that im quite horrendously insane. That's the fuck of it; you know, the old thing about the crazy person who never knows they're crazy. It could just be an imperceptible shifting of accepted realities. It's all really very interesting...
Rupert Frederick Marson
You are there,
I can see you in the dark.
When I'm not looking,
When I'm hiding.
You left an eternal memory,
like an inscription on my soul.
A footprint on my heart.
Although you are dead Rupert,
you are never gone.
I can't believe we had to part,
so soon.
There was so much more to do!
I love you Rupert, I don't give a shit anymore.
You were fucking amazing dude.
well, thats life...
or death.
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