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Don’t worry, it’s only kinky the first time. Unconsciousness. The kind that you choose. Drinking yourself to oblivion. Ollieing over 12 stairs. Humping a psychotic girl. Jumping dirt bikes in the desert. Getting jumped into a gang. Training to be an MMA fighter. Driving in an adolescent street race. Drinking and driving in an adolescent street race. Drinking and driving without a seatbelt in an adolescent street race. Walking down the same street where an adolescent street race is taking place. Training for war. Raising your first child. Being raised as the first child. Writing long verbose meaningless shortened abbreviations of condescended full form broken sentences about William Strunk, Jr. Of course most people wouldn’t last as long as fart in a whirlwind.

My words are raining like a cow peeing on a flat rock. Memory. The kind that chooses you. I’m not talking about a good storyteller who molds their experiences into a funny recollection. I’m not talking about a nostalgic brain trip through your bike riding, Barbie playing, jump roping, hop scotching, tag playing, chasing the pigtails, G I Joeing childhood. I’m not talking about a therapy induced fake remembrance about real life abuse from your loving parents. I’m not talking about recapturing the foggy mist of a drug induced night. I’m not talking about accurately recalling your life. I’m talking about the completely unreliable process of collecting experiences, storing those very same experiences and recalling them in some mutated form. Hugs are better than drugs.

I feel like ten pounds of shit in a five pound sack. Unconsciousness and memory. Memory and unconsciousness. Two conflicting forces that are impossible to reconcile. Memory is the antithesis of unconsciousness is the antithesis of memory. Two seemingly contrary concepts that  repeatedly engage in a struggle from which only one survives. Two very dissimilar elements very often linked together. Near death and afterlife. Dreams and reality. Stupor and enlightenment. Death and afterlife. Near dreams and reality. Only one can be real and constant. They can not live together. Yet much of humanity’s ultimate goals spring from the marriage of the two. An impossible marriage. An unnatural matrimony between to like poled magnets, constantly pushing away from each other, but abnormally bound by the mind. This is as screwed up as a soup sandwich.

People are fucking weird. I’m weird. You’re weird. Everybody you know is weird and everybody you don’t know is weird. Weird. That one word universally describes humans. Accurately describes humans. Describe a human. Faithful companions of collectors of fashion, endorsing the maximum entropy Markov model in accordance with the natural law of humans, weird.

 

It all boils down to perspective. A person has something in their head. Let’s say thing 1. A different person has something in their head. Let’s say thing 2. It is impossible for those two things to be identical. No matter how closely they resemble each other they are different. They may be equivalent but they are not equal. Thing 1 is not thing 2 and can never be thing 1 can never be thing 2. The universe belongs to a single person. Better yet, a person has their own universe. You are weird to me because you are not me. I am weird to you because you are not me. Get out of your fucking head, weirdo.

 

Fuck that. I’m not weird. You’re weird. I own the world and everything in it til death do us part mother fuck shitball. It all boils down to my perspective. Nothing else is real. When I walk through a crowd I determine how they feel. My god is the God. I am the model for perceiving . I define what a family is. I define what a friend is. I define what music is, love is, culture is, education is, class is, classless is, sex is, right is, state is, meaning is. I define what is. That’s why, in the end, the human race is fucked. Perspective cannot play nicely, it is just too unfriendly. Fuck weird.

How do you add pictures onto your blog (but not using the photo thingy in the tabs, by HTML, i mean)??

 

i know you gotta use the link and everything..i usually put the link inbetween [img] and [/img] on a different website, but that doesnt work here...

 

Help?

 

-Kristal

And all the other phones like Blackberry etc. I honestly think it would be the coolest application, especially considering how much we all love mindsay, right? RIGHT? You better.

If I had the know-how I would totally make it myself, but I really think it would be an awesome idea. Just think, you could take a photo and instantly upload it to your blog straight from your phone! You could instantly update your blog with a funny story or just let everyone know what you're doing at work! You could access your inbox, your profile, and all the other things that makes mindsay so great!

If anyone out there knows how to do this sorta stuff! Please, let's all work together to make this happen!

Hello and welcome, hope that you will enjoy it here at this blog. Just finished getting my blog set up to my liking. Well, thats all for now. ~Matthew Troy Campbell~