April 2002 Archives
Jun 06, 2008
I wonder how much pain is necessary for life, and how much is just us
living sloppily. I've been asking myself this the last few weeks.
Over and over.
I think people often torture themselves unnecessarily. Whether they're delving
into drama, wallowing in self loathing, putting themselves into bad situations,
or simply neglecting their own happiness. I see my friends going through these things and it makes me sad. I'd rather be numb and happy. Not numb in the dispassionate sense, numb in the non-tortured sense. A little more like the buddha, a little less like the Jesus.
How's this for a good band name, "Big on the Buddha"? As in, "he's big on the Buddha, she's big on the buddha, we're all big on the buddha". Like that. And they could write songs about suffering and detachment. It'd be great.
Sorta like Stabbing Westward
, just with more Buddha.
Posted by Administrator on Apr 20, 2002
In the short matter of a week, the world has once again become
beautiful. All the seeds have turned to fruit and the harvest is now.
Life squirts out through my sucking lips like eating a mango fully ripened.
My eyes again see the true vivid beauty of the world and my tongue savors every
Beauty beauty beauty. It's all that I can see. Beauty and goodness and more beauty.
The world is my oyster, I shall not want. But bathe in the nectar of wanton
succulence. Drama falls on fallow ears here like sparrows to a half-inch-thick
pane of glass.
I have exploded. And in the Best of ways. Every constriction snapped
and shot through like so much tissue paper. Completely unabashed by doubt or insecurities. No forgiveness sought. No guilt wrought. No nothing but pleasure.
My spirit bing bang BANG exploded - slipped into the ether.
Posted by Administrator on Apr 14, 2002
I think of you as food.
Posted by Administrator on Apr 05, 2002
today i tear and rip
toMMorrow I reeeeeeeeeeeeee
Posted by Administrator on Apr 01, 2002