Ahhh yes, words to live by.
Said by Fierce Ruling Diva.
Awesome tune if you can find it.
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Earlier today I was watching the Bjork Stalker video.
Apparently this young man was obsessed with Bjork.
Watching the video diary,of this guy slowly sinking into a mental quagmire...got me to thinking (truly a first).
I too am obsessed. Obsessed with the past. Things back then weren't always good or even ok...but they sure seem alot better than things are now.
Way back when,back in the day, I seemed to let things slide or at least did a good cover job.
Today's key word is Masking. Masking your feelings...
Now,everything hurts. Little things irk me to no end.
I obsess over the most trivial and non trivial things.
I admit fully that I'm a mess. In a way it's truly liberating. Why fight or deny what you are?
I spoke to a friend of mine today who I used to be like a brother with. We seem to be birds of a feather...massively depressed,see only the negativity. We came to the same conclusion...what's the point?
There is no point. Everything is fluff. Mere trivial (or not so trivial)things we do everyday. Possessions come and go...break and fix.
People come and go...like passing ships in the night..leaving only a slight wake.
Thoughts and dreams are dashed against the shore like waves.
I remember one night, fueled by cheap liquor and smoke....
Me and this friend sat down and talked. Really talked.
I can't cite everything said verbatim...but the gist of it was....
We do we exist? I said..why ask why?
It all came full circle. Everything is moot.
Everything is pointless.
I suppose we all want to make our little mark on the world..to say, yes, I'm here...I'm something, I'm worthy dammit. But in the end, it's not true.
For me anyways.
I used to joke about the suicide booth in Futurama. Or if there was a "die" button...kinda like a dirt nap version of the Office Depot Easy Button. :0
I used to say I'd be pounding the hell out of the button. Usually that response would raise some eyebrows.
The truth hurts...reality hurts more.
I think the lyrics from Small Town Boy (Bronksi Beat )says it all -
"Pushed around and kicked around
Always a lonely boy
You were the one
That theyd talk about around town
As they put you down
And as hard as they would try
Theyd hurt to make you cry
But you never cried to them
Just to your soul
No you never cried to them
Just to your soul
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
Cry , boy, cry..."
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Btw, at the end of the Video blog from the Bjork stalker...he placed a revolver in his mouth and ended the misery.
