I thought I had something to say.
Allright, I'm gonna have a nice long moan.
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Today was a mundane task day. For example, uploading my c.d. collection to my lappie. It's shit sad when you wake up to organize material posessions. I'm fairly sure I've lost my mind. $100 and a kiss to the person who can find it for me. Seriously I'm not depressed, just lobotomized. I swear a semester at college kills more brain cells than ten hits of acid. Not that I'd know. but. It's this endless mindless agenda one has to submit to. I just haven't gotten my act together to "arrange" an environment where I'm not banging my head against someone's oppresive syllabus.
And that is the worst. That is the fucking worst. I'm writing an analysis of thoreau's walking. And my thesis is essentially that thoreau is the harbinger of manifest destiny. It's there in the text. Talks about how the farmers use the land better than the native americans (and if you think about it, even native american is a pejorative term, so I'm going to use the term indian, fully aware of the political incorrectness, with deep apologies, indian is a fucking ludicrous term but it's easier to type). So I do some deeper research and find that Thoreau was rather fond of indians. Now, I don't doubt that Thoreau had, in general, positive feelings about indians. However, I don't doubt that Thoreau believed in Manifest Destiny as a goal of the country. Thoreau was in many ways hypocritical, which is fine, people are, BUT trying to draw an intelligent conclusion about the rhetoric in "walking" without some serious support and time is like ........ learning how to drive by watching cartoons. Education is Looney Toons. I have been institutionalized without ever having taken a step inside a psych ward.
It's all in an attempt to streamline this reality. I have so mch shit. Shit that I don't use and or care about. The monks have it made. 2 robes and a bowl. Really, i don't want to be a monk. I just find all this mindless consumption fucking oppressive. Neocons would have you believe that humanity is like a cancer on the facade of the earth. Infinite growth, infinite resources. I say neocons are the cancer.
I could really use a back rub. So many many knots.
