4 beers down. blasko, gonzalez and buena vista social club have all helped me through this.
i'm still not down with the typing thing but 3rd log in and it feels easier. or maybe it's the beer. here's it goes;
I'm overwhelmed with hope. with love and wonder for the unknown. everyday i dream and it's the best part of the conscious. yet at the same time i despair. all it takes is a little lack of focus and it happens. despair for all the negativity that surrounds us all, and despair for the sad state of affairs to which i wish i could help.
i know the world is bigger than these things, and i know love will prevail, .. but sometimes I'm genuinely worried that we'll all kill ourselves off over some petty shite like 'your mum called my mum a slag' or 'I'll give you some of my oil if you give me some of yours' bullshit.
i mean, sure I'm concerned, and sure, i do as much as the next average non-contributor to aid the declining situation, but there's only so many beers one can drink in anguish of this kind of situation.
Let's look at it this way. It's all a big game. 2 sides. Hope versus Loss.
Right this very moment, as the game's playing in my head, both sides are tied, 2 a piece. Hope for the fact that life is beautiful, truly wonderous and amazing, and at the same time bafflingly scientific and unknown, yet little Mr Loss over here is bringing up the rear with any one of the tens of thousands of giganticly sucky situations the earth is going through right now, and he's making the game so egde of your seat, i don't know who to barrack for.
you tell me.
I want to think Hope, for it's past, but I spy that Loss has more players on its bench. More ammo in it's belt.
Say it isn't so.
i'm still not down with the typing thing but 3rd log in and it feels easier. or maybe it's the beer. here's it goes;
I'm overwhelmed with hope. with love and wonder for the unknown. everyday i dream and it's the best part of the conscious. yet at the same time i despair. all it takes is a little lack of focus and it happens. despair for all the negativity that surrounds us all, and despair for the sad state of affairs to which i wish i could help.
i know the world is bigger than these things, and i know love will prevail, .. but sometimes I'm genuinely worried that we'll all kill ourselves off over some petty shite like 'your mum called my mum a slag' or 'I'll give you some of my oil if you give me some of yours' bullshit.
i mean, sure I'm concerned, and sure, i do as much as the next average non-contributor to aid the declining situation, but there's only so many beers one can drink in anguish of this kind of situation.
Let's look at it this way. It's all a big game. 2 sides. Hope versus Loss.
Right this very moment, as the game's playing in my head, both sides are tied, 2 a piece. Hope for the fact that life is beautiful, truly wonderous and amazing, and at the same time bafflingly scientific and unknown, yet little Mr Loss over here is bringing up the rear with any one of the tens of thousands of giganticly sucky situations the earth is going through right now, and he's making the game so egde of your seat, i don't know who to barrack for.
you tell me.
I want to think Hope, for it's past, but I spy that Loss has more players on its bench. More ammo in it's belt.
Say it isn't so.