why are none of my fucking pictures working?!
i hate computers (states the guy who has been on his for all entirely too long today).
life is being ruined by technology.

i love watching animal planet.
you know why?
because it's just so fucking natural.
you can get more drama than any soap can offer,
more humor than any sitcom can offer,
and more competition than any professional sport could offer,
all presented by none other than our very own mother nature.

life as we know it is a distraction,
an illusion if you will.
we are just wasting time.
as creatures,
we are made to eat, sleep, shit, reproduce, and die;
the circle of life continues.
but what we have done,
and what we are doing is destroying life for no reason other than keep up our distractions,
rather THE distraction that we call our everyday life.
work - distraction.
school - distraction.
TV - distraction.
internet - distraction.
life - distraction.
because think about it,
so much of our lives are spent on these distractions,
that they should pretty much just take on the title themselves.

money?
probably the most ridiculous concept in the world.
a concept which was indefinitely thought up by someone who had a lot of something and lied to make it worth more than it was.
money only makes sense when you have the most,
otherwise, it's complete bullshit.

i'm tired.
i'm tired of living in distraction...
(states the guy who has been on his computer for all entirely too long today)

isn't great how love is so impeccable while you're in it,
and yet so pathetically mediocre while you're out of it?
like that band that's super popular even though no one will admit to listening to them.
just between you and them it's sweet,
but not in public,
never in public.

yaghck, love, phoo-ee.
i honestly don't even want it.
i just would like someone to chill with and screw,
someone cool enough that i enjoy talking with them and someone who's down for getting a little bit freaky,
is that too much too ask?

oh, my hippie mistress,
where could you be?

"frosty breaths float about the giants face as he walks through the wilderness.
with eyes to make any mother cry in regret,
he reveals his own defiance as his worst enemy.
he continues down the path,
cloaking the size of his heart with a low brow,
pretending that no one can recognize his worst fear..."

we could talk for just a little while,
but not much longer because my ears keep sailing off.
it's good to know that you're still on my side.
consider yourself acknowledged...

man-as-a-scientist,
his ultimate aim is to predict and control.
disregard all previous teachings and consider that for a moment.

...

it's just so simple,
and yet so complex.
it holds the applicability of worker,
and the credit of a doctor.
it is all explaining.
it is perfect.

i am the definition of man-as-a-scientist...

i'm getting antsy.

bottom line:
i need to get laid...

oh sweet desperation, why do you haunt me so?

"maybe we don't want to be found?
maybe we don't want you tracking us down?"

i'm not inadequate.
i'm not inadequate.
i'm not inadequate.

well, now that all that obscure jibber-jabber is down,
maybe i can actually complete a thought.

i will never understand relationships.
never.
i am fucking clueless on the matter.

i just want someone to chill with.
i want someone who i enjoy talking to,
someone who enjoys talking to me.
i also want someone who i don't need to talk with all the time.
some of our favorite moments could be in complete silence.
i want someone who's into music,
not necessarily my music, just music.
i want someone who's gonna take me to bed after the party,
not even to do anything,
just someone to sleep next to me so i'm not alone.
and then,

i don't want them to leave me for someone else.

is that too much to ask?