|Maybe . . .
||[Jul. 1st, 2003|07:56 am]
I don't feel enough of feeling.|
Maybe I'm devoid of emotion, and I'm not aware that I am.
Devoid of emotions.
I try to do that yet when I acheive that I feel empty.
What is it with human beings that we ride rollercoasters all the fukin time.
2003-07-02 05:47 am (UTC)
I've Learned Not to Make Permanent Decisions When Negative.
The last realm of mastery is the tongue, be it verbal-spoken, or finger-writtin.'
However, everyone needs to communicate their emotions. What good is feeling or the absence of it without communication, the quick ability for humanity to perform communal singularity?
What I wrote on my wall after uncalculated result of becoming high from permanent marker fumes:
"He was passing thru
he saw it ^when from a distance
naturrally, it was skratchy
and spelled out to him bad like
bad english of mind translation
blinking, he saw little light reflectors -
Oh they had to be like sliver diameter,
form & shape. t** small but from white
reflected* *light specks -->
these little specks reflected
white light emitted from
a light on a pole, like any
old light pole . . . these specks
circled the light, reflecting
its white light energy, soundless
but for the hum of the light,
reflecting its energy against
the great black night of solid black
non-light. Straining, he focused
a small multi-
collective voice . . .
it asked a question . . .
"Are We still here?*"
A voice answered,
and he was sure the question
came from the litle light reflectors,
but the answer, he couldn't guess
from where it came. Natural
Blinking, he continued along the
night, thinking he understood something,
definitely a thought, and he passed on
through the night, setting it in his
mind to tell someone of his observation "
2003-07-02 11:07 am (UTC)
Re: I've Learned Not to Make Permanent Decisions When Negative.
i like the way you write :)
most people call that "feeling" apathy. and i went through a rather large slump of it too. notably through my adolescent/teen years.
2003-07-02 03:55 am (UTC)
Teenage Years Were My Confusion.
The best things that happened in the HS years were my strengthening of my intelligence, running track, and discovering elektronique muzik.
The rest were shedding incorrect societal things, embracing correct societal things, trial and error, error, error.
Danger, Will Robinson!
I do like robots.