SAINT DICK
Every generation wants to be the last. Every generation hates the next trend in music they can't understand. We hate to give up those reins of our culture; To find our own music playing in elevators. The ballad for our revolution, turned into background music for a television commercial. To find our generation's clothes and hair suddenly retro. Me? I just want to be what killed the dinosaurs.
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vice mag
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Angelina
Ashley
Alvin
Beatrice
Brandon
clarence
dudley
Fatty shaun
grace
jose
'mad
steff
Saturday, November 29, 2008
On Taiwanese temples and earthquakes:
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Tuesday, November 25, 2008
A tree nourished by absinthe and alcohol produces the fruits of prostitution, madness, and the death of the race.- Hideous Asbinthe, the devil in a bottle
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Thursday, November 20, 2008
I've never been so godless. Not that its a cause for concern. I've never believed in god anyway, but thats not saying I think God doesn't exist. I saw my parents pray today and it really bothered me.I have always functioned well without a god, but I suspect it would hunt me down one day. You think you're unique and above everyone else, but in the end you're just about as unique as everyone else, and better than no one. You become a statistic.
If anything is true, it highly probable we will turn into our parents - everything you hope you won't be, you become. My parents couldn't always have been that pious. Somewhere along the way something happened. What was it that made them toss rationality out the window? The loss of their parents perhaps? Our parents are our models for god. When they're gone, what next? Faced with nothing else, there would only be one path. If thats the case I'm on the way.
They say that all atheists are intellectuals. I say all atheists are sad intellectuals. They have all the questions but no answers. How does one deal with all that absurdity. Disproving the existence of a supreme being gives one nothing but a whole new void. Ignorance is bliss, once again.
I've gone through this so many times. This time something's gotta give.
Right now, nothing makes any sense.
If to believe is what it takes, I submit to my fate.
Just hit me.
posted by deadspace on 12:33 PM |
Sunday, November 16, 2008
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Wednesday, November 12, 2008
I still love Maynard James Keenan.posted by deadspace on 10:07 AM |
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
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Monday, November 10, 2008
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Friday, November 07, 2008
There is absolutely nothing like putting on The Temper Trap's Sweet disposition and turning it up real loud to soak it all up.. right now at least.Here's to aussie bands.
As well as to normal girls who don't know who Pavement are.
posted by deadspace on 10:28 AM |
