I doubt I'll ever really do this journal much (who really would care about a members journal anyhow?). So I guess I'll just leave an excerpt from a great book by Chuck Palahniuk called Survivor here for all to see. Enjoy:
...You realize that people take dugs because it's the only real personal adventure left to them in their time-constrained, law-and-order, property lined world.
It's only in drugs or death we'll see anything new, and death is just too controlling.
You realize that there's no point in doing anything if nobody's watching.
You wonder, if there had been a low turnout at the crucifixion, would they have rescheduled?
You realize the agent was right. You've never seen a crucifix with a Jesus who wasn't almost naked. You've never seen a fat Jesus. Or a Jesus with body hair. Every crucifix you've ever seen, the Jesus could be shirtless and modeling designer jeans or men's cologne.
Life is every way the agent sad. You realize that if no one's watching, you might as well stay home. Play with yourself. Watch broadcast television.
It's around the one hundred and tenth floor you realize that if you're not on videotape, or better yet, live on satellite hookup in front of the whole world watching, you don't exist.
You're that tree falling in the forest that nobody gives a rat's ass about.
...You realize that people take dugs because it's the only real personal adventure left to them in their time-constrained, law-and-order, property lined world.
It's only in drugs or death we'll see anything new, and death is just too controlling.
You realize that there's no point in doing anything if nobody's watching.
You wonder, if there had been a low turnout at the crucifixion, would they have rescheduled?
You realize the agent was right. You've never seen a crucifix with a Jesus who wasn't almost naked. You've never seen a fat Jesus. Or a Jesus with body hair. Every crucifix you've ever seen, the Jesus could be shirtless and modeling designer jeans or men's cologne.
Life is every way the agent sad. You realize that if no one's watching, you might as well stay home. Play with yourself. Watch broadcast television.
It's around the one hundred and tenth floor you realize that if you're not on videotape, or better yet, live on satellite hookup in front of the whole world watching, you don't exist.
You're that tree falling in the forest that nobody gives a rat's ass about.
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oooh, ain't I an art critic.