Aldous Huxley’s Death Note.

Ur the man

Love you too

She lay down beside me, towards dawn she pronounced for the first time the word “death.” She too seemed to be weary beyond endurance of the task of being a human being; and when I reflected on my dread of the world and its bothersomeness, on money, the movement, women, my studies, it seemed impossible that I could go on living. I consented easily to her proposal.

Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

Now that the new IT is out ( because no one can come up with any new ideas ) everyones all batshit about stephen king again.  We can walk up and slap the guy, hes cool but hes you know, not that big a deal to us, hes there, he writes books. 

Us New Englanders, we’re writers, and as you can tell we’re pretty cunnin in the looks department too, yessah.

Here is another song I played on the kids guitar ( its actually a really nice playing spanish guitar its just...small ) which I play admittedly different on purpose, I never liked the original rhythm it doesn’t feel right.  Though his is much better, this is Bob Dylans “ You Belong to Me “

and since i just seem to be arbitrarily posting music ya dont know ( because I’m lazy ) here’s a song you know in a language youve never heard, youd be shocked maybe to find this language is actually the granddaddy of English, but we dont want the tumblr community thinking too abstractly now do we.

Just give me a million dollars and I’ll take your thetan count (OT) and when you reach OT 9 ill tell you you had it in you all along, the enlightenment, but you needed those other 8 steps to realize it, so my payment is justified.

an observation on the sexes by no one, IE me.  Women appear to be small children always, always needing validation, attention, affirmation they are alive via pretty nailpolish and well groomed hair, what have you, however when one is to observe this, they are reprehensible, terrible people, and are surely just sexist. 

Women dont lead the statistics in cutting and bulimia because men demand that of them, thats their own fuckin looney minds at work, and i refuse to be the scapegoat for womens fuckin hysteria, both sexes are damaged, your sex is just damaged in a very vocal fuckin, look at me sort of way...charming.

Dream Journal

Last night I dreamt that I was trying to create matter and life, I’m not sure if I was rebuilding the Earth because it was destroyed, if I was god, or what.  I was in a place filled with bags of powdered material, which I had to combine with water to make different things.  Like, for example I had a bag of cow meat dust, and a bag of bone dust, and I would measure these out and mix with water and shape to recreate a cow.

Your guess is as good as mine.