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"There’s nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don’t live up until their death. They don’t honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Play them the great music of the centuries and they can’t hear it. Most people’s deaths are a sham. There’s nothing left to die."
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The Captain Is Out to Lunch and the Sailors Have Taken Over the Ship, 1998
(via nehko42)
Maybe I was wrong the first place that I in fact couldn’t get anything started. I am mad. Of course I am. But how mad am I still the situation is not going to change unless I keep a positive mind to it. Karma sucks I know. Waking up a dream a dream seeing a full load of shit coming out of your mouth even remembering how it taste like is not a way to start my morning. With extreme fatigue combined from previous nights of anxiety and depression because of one powerful device that combined everything in one, just make my life abit meaningless. I know people won’t understand how it feels like forking out more then half a thousand to buy again another. But its just painful to replace another one when things like this aren’t suppose to happened. I’m in deep load of shit because for now I’m getting abit too paranoid over the littlest things, even though I keep sealing with distraction such as exercise, it sometimes only works like a temporary painkiller, wears of soon after another red buttoned is pushed. I am in control for now. Just one of those days it doesn’t feel like a day to look forward. The only thing I’m looking forward is to sleep off what I’ve been in fact punishing myself and my body to the extend that, I am too tired to even think even for work etc, what’s more to push myself using my teared muscles going through the day….
I think I’ll be okay once my muscles recovered, rewarding myself what I deserve after this punishment with my goals.
its life after all…
