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on 7-28-2006 at 5:16pm
|If you could be God's worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose?
Which is worse: Hell or nothing?
A minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection.
When did the future switch from being a promise to a threat?
The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.
There are worst things you can do to the people you love than kill them.
No matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close
Reality means you live until you die...the real truth is nobody wants reality
What we call chaos is just patterns we haven't recognized yet.
Since change is constant, you wonder if people crave death because it is the only way they can really get anything finished
Until you find something to fight for, you settle for something to fight against.
Maybe we dont go to hell for the things we do, maybe we go to hell for the things we dont do
What you don't understand you can make mean anything.
Just for the record, the weather today is bitter with occasional fits of jealous rage.
The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. stone crumbles. wood rots. people, well, they die. but things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.
If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...Would you slow down? Or speed up?
People have to really suffer before they can risk doing what they love.
It's because we're so trapped in our culture, in the being of being human on this planet with the brains we have, and the same two arms and legs everybody has. We're so trapped that any way we could imagine to escape would be just another part of the trap. Anything we want, we're trained to want.
We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.
What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.
People dont want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.