Monday, October 22, 2012
Life & Love
Life is fragile.
life is so delicate.
a simple slip in decision making could be the end.
My cousin. i knew had some problems but had no idea how serious it was.
I get a phone call from my aunt and find out she is gone. gone away forever.
simple as that.
dust in the wind.
taking your life doesn't only effect you. it affects everyone who knows you.
especially your family.
is it selfish to? I think so. but maybe... never mind...
through all of this there is a subtle, sad, but beautiful revelation I received.
Life is fragile
Love you ***** *
breaking bad
I am watching a new show on netflix.
its called breaking bad.
its about this middle aged chemistry teacher who has cancer.
he cannot afford to pay for treatment.
so he goes to making crystal meth and selling it.
he then gets more and more into it and making more money.
so ya he becomes a major drug lord and thats about it.
so thats it.
good show
k bye
its called breaking bad.
its about this middle aged chemistry teacher who has cancer.
he cannot afford to pay for treatment.
so he goes to making crystal meth and selling it.
he then gets more and more into it and making more money.
so ya he becomes a major drug lord and thats about it.
so thats it.
good show
k bye
duct tape
Duct tape....
what an interesting subject... NOT. a post titled to write about non interesting things.
Duct tape can pick up the dust off my dirty shoes. I can now walk with clean soled shoes only to get them dirty again.
Duct tape can patch a hole in my shirt but it can't put my shattered skull back together... or could it?
Duct tape can hang pictures up on the wall. Snapshots that I have for my friends and family to see to change the demeanor of my room.
Duct tape can fix a leak in a cup. But eventually the liquid will slip through the crevice and the momentary fix will have become worthless. As most apologies.
Duct tape can take the knife out of my back though... I guess.
I'm actually a happy person but it seems dark or depressing writing looks good. We all think so.
yay duct tape...
I'm out
what an interesting subject... NOT. a post titled to write about non interesting things.
Duct tape can pick up the dust off my dirty shoes. I can now walk with clean soled shoes only to get them dirty again.
Duct tape can patch a hole in my shirt but it can't put my shattered skull back together... or could it?
Duct tape can hang pictures up on the wall. Snapshots that I have for my friends and family to see to change the demeanor of my room.
Duct tape can fix a leak in a cup. But eventually the liquid will slip through the crevice and the momentary fix will have become worthless. As most apologies.
Duct tape can take the knife out of my back though... I guess.
I'm actually a happy person but it seems dark or depressing writing looks good. We all think so.
yay duct tape...
I'm out
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Morphine for the soul
Is it just me? Or does anyone else enjoy the pain. Not the pain from a heart attack or shattered bones. I'm talking about from broken hearts and shattered dreams. The pain that starts from your core and reaches out to your extremities. It hurts. but... it feels... good.
When you break up but don't want it to end. you know there is more, but it just wont work out.
After all your preparation and hard work, you go in confident and you fail.
the disappointments. anguish and sorrow. it hurts. but... I like it. makes me feel. It lets me know I'm real.
The pain when you've given it all you got but you're just not adequate.
When you cry yourself to sleep and wake up exhausted. Go back to sleep...
Leaning against the wall in the shower, pondering, letting water run down your skin trying to warm your frozen heart.
I tell myself to not be depressed but I've become addicted to this pain. It has made me a negative person. I look for the worst and expect it to happen.
When too many positives happen, am I having withdrawals? I relapse and enjoy the pain.
mmmm... ahhh..... peace
When you break up but don't want it to end. you know there is more, but it just wont work out.
After all your preparation and hard work, you go in confident and you fail.
the disappointments. anguish and sorrow. it hurts. but... I like it. makes me feel. It lets me know I'm real.
The pain when you've given it all you got but you're just not adequate.
When you cry yourself to sleep and wake up exhausted. Go back to sleep...
Leaning against the wall in the shower, pondering, letting water run down your skin trying to warm your frozen heart.
I tell myself to not be depressed but I've become addicted to this pain. It has made me a negative person. I look for the worst and expect it to happen.
When too many positives happen, am I having withdrawals? I relapse and enjoy the pain.
mmmm... ahhh..... peace
Direct Order to kill
I have been given a direct order to kill my best friend to save ten peoples lives that I have never met before.
My friend... my companion, my buddy...
Whats morally correct? Is it better to murder your mate in the hopes that you save ten random meaningless (to you) lives? or do you not kill your friend knowing that ten people just were assassinated? Is murdering someone in the name of saving ten others ok? or is it better to keep your hands clean but know that ten others died because of your decision?
Comment with what you would do with that direct order.
I would choose to not kill my friend
My friend... my companion, my buddy...
Whats morally correct? Is it better to murder your mate in the hopes that you save ten random meaningless (to you) lives? or do you not kill your friend knowing that ten people just were assassinated? Is murdering someone in the name of saving ten others ok? or is it better to keep your hands clean but know that ten others died because of your decision?
Comment with what you would do with that direct order.
I would choose to not kill my friend
Monday, October 8, 2012
oh... one of THOSE posts
George makes a million dollars a year, owns his company, works 60 hours a week, and is single.
Fred gets 20,000 a year, works 20 hours a week, has a family, and is an entry level employee
They both want membership into an association that provides services they both desire.
Should George be required to pay the 2,000 a year for both of them?
Well I'm guessing you said no... its obvious right?
Yet in today's society george is required to pay 40% of his income to receive the same level of service, whether desired or undesired while Fred pays 0 dollars a year for the same services if not more. Is that interesting or is it just me?
yes I'm talking about taxes...
Now I am not saying taxes are a waste and unethical necessarily, but I am just trying to bring up a point of view.
Any hotheads out there feel free comment. Especially if you said George should pay for Fred's membership! They'd be much appreciated.
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