i set everything i make as a wallpaper
whether it's a crooked poorly lit picture of a cow fence clearly visible or not. Do you ever notice you do that kind of shit to? look at yourself and think wow, i don't look like a box of boston cremes daily or there'll be more time to do something of relevance in the future? i'm guilty of fucking the dog on every occassion. It's not so much that i'm lazy, just stupid. I think by definition all men must be easily distracted. No matter how neatly organized and routine (and for most, routine is MIND-blowing) there is always some back-burner project. This goes just as evenly across the board for 3 piece armani as it does flanel and 4 beer stained undershirt. And with good reason, what worth waiting isn't? If you can put it off, why not right?
The other option for the modern male is to succumb to what everyone else tells you need or want. This is very alluring, it promises enumerous base things in life that practically everyone craves to a fault. Every poor person on the news whose struck it big, infact every rags to riches story you've ever heard of might just be this schlub. Us poor men are faced with the undaunting choice of being a good boy and breaking your balls for dickheads worldwide, or living to live. Captivating.
Of course there is always a third option, as our good friend bill likes to tott. In this case, it's living both for one's OWN desires, and living to do good. the former might be impossible considering for all us under 80's from the second we could see we've been surrounded by corporate pressures and plans. Hell, even during conception the parents to be are wondering what dentist or lawyer the little bastard will shoot out. You're doomed to a system before you even exist, how fucked up is that? And the later might be impossible merely as creatures of a virtual kingdom. There's still a peasant and serf class, we've just moved them away from the castle so they can't revolt. Do you really think people in taiwan want to stitch that cute floral pattern on your clutch? but you work a shit job too, so that justifies it, right? Fuck no, if anything it pollutes it. We here have all these oppurtunies that we scwander just because we're apathetic.
Why, why do the richest/coolest/funniest/nicest/smartest people still wake up some days and feel like complete shit? I mean, these people must know something the rest of us don't so why would people that seemingly have it all get down? Maybe it's greed but i think i have better idea: people need pain, people need obstacles and nuisances just as much as we need happiness and love. Perhaps more so. Early risers don't make changes, lazy men do (whomever it was that said that). Ignorance is not bliss and happiness is not existance. I've almost completely given up on ever 'being' happy, and i feel much better for it. it makes no sense, but the release of happiness as something of any value has made me happier. if you acknowledge all feelings as just that and nothing more, no techno-drivel about destroying your pshyce, no new age count to ten bullshit, then you limit the ability your forever altering moods have on your life.
In order to do anything we must start with a change. Everything begins with change. Laundry begins with change. Nobody wants you out there running around fucking up the world smelling like you just ran a marathon.
The only system we should truly abide to is the system of life-flow, the system of change. The only rules: that things will progress upwards (and perhaps always twirling, twirling, twirling!) and that when you can help out your fellow man, do so.
enough blither-blather. haven't thrown up a link for awhile. Hooha!
http://mattgood.ghostnetinc.com/blackwhite/index.php
take a look-see, kind of stupid but makes an an ok point. celebrate mediocrity with me.
The other option for the modern male is to succumb to what everyone else tells you need or want. This is very alluring, it promises enumerous base things in life that practically everyone craves to a fault. Every poor person on the news whose struck it big, infact every rags to riches story you've ever heard of might just be this schlub. Us poor men are faced with the undaunting choice of being a good boy and breaking your balls for dickheads worldwide, or living to live. Captivating.
Of course there is always a third option, as our good friend bill likes to tott. In this case, it's living both for one's OWN desires, and living to do good. the former might be impossible considering for all us under 80's from the second we could see we've been surrounded by corporate pressures and plans. Hell, even during conception the parents to be are wondering what dentist or lawyer the little bastard will shoot out. You're doomed to a system before you even exist, how fucked up is that? And the later might be impossible merely as creatures of a virtual kingdom. There's still a peasant and serf class, we've just moved them away from the castle so they can't revolt. Do you really think people in taiwan want to stitch that cute floral pattern on your clutch? but you work a shit job too, so that justifies it, right? Fuck no, if anything it pollutes it. We here have all these oppurtunies that we scwander just because we're apathetic.
Why, why do the richest/coolest/funniest/nicest/smartest people still wake up some days and feel like complete shit? I mean, these people must know something the rest of us don't so why would people that seemingly have it all get down? Maybe it's greed but i think i have better idea: people need pain, people need obstacles and nuisances just as much as we need happiness and love. Perhaps more so. Early risers don't make changes, lazy men do (whomever it was that said that). Ignorance is not bliss and happiness is not existance. I've almost completely given up on ever 'being' happy, and i feel much better for it. it makes no sense, but the release of happiness as something of any value has made me happier. if you acknowledge all feelings as just that and nothing more, no techno-drivel about destroying your pshyce, no new age count to ten bullshit, then you limit the ability your forever altering moods have on your life.
In order to do anything we must start with a change. Everything begins with change. Laundry begins with change. Nobody wants you out there running around fucking up the world smelling like you just ran a marathon.
The only system we should truly abide to is the system of life-flow, the system of change. The only rules: that things will progress upwards (and perhaps always twirling, twirling, twirling!) and that when you can help out your fellow man, do so.
enough blither-blather. haven't thrown up a link for awhile. Hooha!
http://mattgood.ghostnetinc.com/blackwhite/index.php
take a look-see, kind of stupid but makes an an ok point. celebrate mediocrity with me.
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