I'm sitting here at work, sipping on a coffee, and actually (suprisingly) enjoying life quite comfortably.~
It's strange, when we get these bursts of life-energy, which is my way of saying "experiencing what Raw-life is all about", or Life in general.~
Why cant we and why Shouldn't we Enjoy the world around us? Enjoy the simplistic bullshit we tend to forget; the rawest forces around, the inner chemical reactions of our bodies, as we all have every drug lodged within us naturally.~
Smaller quanity = higher quality~
I'm sitting here, and at the next ring, I just get a rush of hatred for my present moment; my "work".~
Which just reminds me of something I've thought for a while...~
We waste sooo much time on the vain repitious crapp we call "introduction". Small talk, and gayy initial statements are worthless, pointless, and complete ShiT thats shipping us back to the stone ages.~
Imagine a world, where you could walk up to a chick and just say "You're gorgeous and I wanna take you back to my place, so we can sit in the livingroom, and my eyeballs can ride the stairway to heaven, as I sit to some orgasmic mood music, supreme lighting, and that terribly intoxicating drug called your prescence.~"
Another sip of coffee, just wanting for those terrible effects; take me to some imaginative world known as the sun.~ Or the mind
you do live in a world where you can say that. some people do, and it works for them. you can do or say nearly anything with enough confidence.
ReplyDeleteBut I don't mean a world where we have to Try to do it; to go Out of Our Way to create it for Ourselves alone... but a collective World where Thats whats normal, and how things go.~ Kind of like a Suit & Tie or holding hands before you cross the street.~ If it was just the way things are operated, like "a Turn of the Key starts the car"...~ sigh
ReplyDeleteHey, here's what I was talking about:
ReplyDelete"Sigh No More, Ladies..."
(From "Much Ado about Nothing")
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh nor more;
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never;
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny;
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into. Hey nonny, nonny.
Sing no more ditties, sing no mo,
Or dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leavy.
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into. Hey, nonny, nonny.