April 9, 2009

  • Super-Deep Thoughtful Thoughts About Life That Probably Will Change Your Life Dramatically Or Someth

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    I did that, because if this happens to show up on Top Blogs, I want to snicker at the censorship. If you find that tasteless, then unsubscribe right now, and block me from your site. Then write a blog to say how bad my blog is on your blog. Then go to dinner by yourself. Go up to the host and say "Table for one please." Next, sneak into the backroom and attempt to bathe in the sink while no one is looking.

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    First of all, before I go into my post, I want to mention something that irritates me. I just want to say that earlier last week, a post was featured that was not-so-fresh towards TheTheologiansCafe. John then wrote a post apologizing, and this in itself isn't bad, because being thoughtful and considerate are good Christian values, but there have been at least 6 posts featured that have bashed me personally. Where's my apology?

    I will only provide the links if TheTheologiansCafe asks me to on his site. I really need the traffic. Traffic is my cigarette; I can't quit, and it's giving me lung cancer and a raspy voice. Like a witch. I might adopt a black cat, and name it after a popular personality. I'm not sure who yet, but I have it rounded down to: The Rock (boy), Amy Winehouse (girl).

    Okay, now for my deepness.

    Get ready for it.

    Maybe do some stretches.

    You don't want to tear your groin.

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    Alright, ready?

    Today, I was thinking about hard life is, but how far I've come. The overwhelming waves of nostalgia washed over my thoughts as I tossed small stones into the brook. The highs, the lows, the middle-area-part; I've learned to snatch hope from tragedy right out of my snatch, because life is too short to not take deep breaths, look up at the clouds, observe the trees swaying in the wind as it blows through your hair, walk in the grass barefoot, look at the little magpies fluttering playfully, look at the previously-hidden puma, run on the grass barefoot from the puma, scream because of the puma, and then be consumed by the puma. Nature is just beautiful. It represents ultimate peace, not counting certain types of parasites that burrow into the stomaches of birds and eat their intestines, then lay their eggs inside the bird's body.

    It's reflections like these that cause me to look into my soul and ask if my self-expression is natural, and then I realize it's not, because I wear clothes, use toothpaste, take showers with soap, eat processed food, and listen to the radio. I'm reminded that I am very human, but then remember that most of the people who hurt me emotionally are also humans, thus leading me to tell myself that all humans are bad, and making me block out my humanity. I then tell myself that my material possessions aren't what make me different from nature, NAY, it's how I feel.

    I want to feel free, serene, and happy. I want to feel never-ending rays of sunshine on my face, disregarding that the UV rays would probably beat the shit out of my skin cells.

    I look at how we're destroying the earth, and it makes me so sad, because the earth is so beautiful. It's horrible how companies dump waste into lakes, and so tragic that we all stand by while it happens. It makes me want to stop drinking bottled water, but the tap water scares me, and every other kind of beverage scares me more. There's like nothing I can do. I mean, I want so bad to save our planet, but I don't want to expose myself to very tiny amounts of risk. It's because of those humans who hurt me emotionally... damn them... AND OH GOD I CAN'T KEEP DOING THIS...

    ...okay, I can only be "deep" for a few paragraphs (albeit sarcastically) before I crack. I'm sorry. The tiny devil version of myself on my shoulder keeps telling me to be silly. To quote Porcupinesol, "Fucking fuckers fuck shit." and these are words to live by. I remember about a year ago, I walked into an unnamed Sub shop, which we will refer to as "Subway" for now, and I tried to take the experience and turn it into something really profound, but it didn't really work out, but at least I got a sandwich. And I love sandwiches. Ham, turkey, even roast beef sometimes.

    Well, I guess it's time to go back to my Xanga-wide underground conspiracy to suppress all the good bloggers because I hate them. I also hate people with cancer and have used my powers of telepathy to hurt cancer victims via Xanga, because I'm an internet gangsta who pops literary caps into the asses of straight trippin' mark-ass posers. Not poseurs. Think about it, Grammar Nazis, if one poses as something they're not, then what does that make them? A poser, one who poses, you Grammar Nazis, but you can't realize that, but then again, that's why the Grammar Allies have landed in Grammar Normandy while the Grammar Russians are coming to take Grammar Berlin.

    Anyhow, I'll elaborate moar on that later.

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