"Running on Empty" by Jackson Browne
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields
In sixty-five I was seventeen and running up one-o-one
I don't know where I'm running now, I'm just running on
Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But I'm running behind
Gotta do what you can just to keep your love alive
Trying not to confuse it with what you do to survive
In sixty-nine I was twenty-one and I called the road my own
I don't know when that road turned onto the road I'm on
Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But I'm running behind
Everyone I know, everywhere I go
People need some reason to believe
I don't know about anyone but me
If it takes all night, that'll be all right
If I can get you to smile before I leave
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
I don't know how to tell you all just how crazy this life feels
I look around for the friends that I used to turn to to pull me through
Looking into their eyes I see them running too
Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But I'm running behind
Honey you really tempt me
You know the way you look so kind
I'd love to stick around but I'm running behind
You know I don't even know what I'm hoping to find
Running into the sun but I'm running behind
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I have something I desperately want to say, but I cant. I suppose some things you just gotta bury. This experience has made me drastically reconsider one of my favorite hobbies. Does anyone want a nice collection of porn? Actually, Ill probably just burn it.
I even considered cancelling my membership here. Actually, I am still debating that option. My problem is that, while models might line up to be on this site, they are nevertheless paid to do so. Maybe that doesnt mean much now that there are almost a thousand SGs, but I can think of at least one example of exploitation with the original SGs. Anyway, I dont think this is a pornographic site, and I dont think anything on this site should be equated with pornography. There is still the issue of payment for photo-sets. Maybe I just have a problem with capitalism altogether right now. I want to live in a world where the prostitution of art is not necessary.
Anyway, far beyond Suicide Girls is the entire world of pornography. A week ago, I believed that people chose the adult industry the same as they chose any other profession. I did not see it as the same as blowing the scene pedophile for a plate of cheese-fries and a pot of coffee. Anyway, that was so long ago. I certainly did not expect to meet someone with such a severe hysteric fear of AIDS. She was the loveliest person so kind so honest. Given her openness, perhaps it should have been evident to me that she could not consciously cope so easily, that there must be something underneath. Once again, I was deluded, as usual.
Our bodies should not be objects of lust, lust should only be loves foreplay, and love should always be free and never be sold. There was a time in my life when this was all so clear, when these ideals were so easy to live by, but I totally screwed that up, didnt I! I am such a complete fucking bastard! My crimes may all be the result of a deluded mind, but I would give my life without a thought if I could keep my delusions from hurting people.
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http://www.CowAbduction.com
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields
In sixty-five I was seventeen and running up one-o-one
I don't know where I'm running now, I'm just running on
Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But I'm running behind
Gotta do what you can just to keep your love alive
Trying not to confuse it with what you do to survive
In sixty-nine I was twenty-one and I called the road my own
I don't know when that road turned onto the road I'm on
Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But I'm running behind
Everyone I know, everywhere I go
People need some reason to believe
I don't know about anyone but me
If it takes all night, that'll be all right
If I can get you to smile before I leave
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
I don't know how to tell you all just how crazy this life feels
I look around for the friends that I used to turn to to pull me through
Looking into their eyes I see them running too
Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But I'm running behind
Honey you really tempt me
You know the way you look so kind
I'd love to stick around but I'm running behind
You know I don't even know what I'm hoping to find
Running into the sun but I'm running behind
---
I have something I desperately want to say, but I cant. I suppose some things you just gotta bury. This experience has made me drastically reconsider one of my favorite hobbies. Does anyone want a nice collection of porn? Actually, Ill probably just burn it.
I even considered cancelling my membership here. Actually, I am still debating that option. My problem is that, while models might line up to be on this site, they are nevertheless paid to do so. Maybe that doesnt mean much now that there are almost a thousand SGs, but I can think of at least one example of exploitation with the original SGs. Anyway, I dont think this is a pornographic site, and I dont think anything on this site should be equated with pornography. There is still the issue of payment for photo-sets. Maybe I just have a problem with capitalism altogether right now. I want to live in a world where the prostitution of art is not necessary.
Anyway, far beyond Suicide Girls is the entire world of pornography. A week ago, I believed that people chose the adult industry the same as they chose any other profession. I did not see it as the same as blowing the scene pedophile for a plate of cheese-fries and a pot of coffee. Anyway, that was so long ago. I certainly did not expect to meet someone with such a severe hysteric fear of AIDS. She was the loveliest person so kind so honest. Given her openness, perhaps it should have been evident to me that she could not consciously cope so easily, that there must be something underneath. Once again, I was deluded, as usual.
Our bodies should not be objects of lust, lust should only be loves foreplay, and love should always be free and never be sold. There was a time in my life when this was all so clear, when these ideals were so easy to live by, but I totally screwed that up, didnt I! I am such a complete fucking bastard! My crimes may all be the result of a deluded mind, but I would give my life without a thought if I could keep my delusions from hurting people.
---
http://www.CowAbduction.com
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Sometimes I think, instead of transhumanizing, I would settle for an unimpaired memory and some sense of time.
i'm with you on that...i'm also much more interested in the ontological aspects of the project. i'm thinking that distibuted memory is the best to develope a sense of self based on where we are, rather than narative and linear thought, which i think have a symbiotic relaionship to narcissism. but, i dunno!
are you in the futurism group on here? there are some clever ideas in there. i don't participate nearly as much as i'd like...
oh i love cbc radio. stuart maclean is awesome. i almost creamed myself when he came to my city. =) there isn't much in canada in the radio land. but we have lots of trees.
female attention is good. i'm even questioning that. i think i might just cut off any sort of sexual/emotional relationship. i know that doesn't sound healthy. but for the moment i'm bitter and fed up.