Rumors are truth tumors
also, I think the reason I’m so weird is that I’m so fucking angry (literally all the time…and tell me, why shouldn’t I be? I’m living in a nation run by LIES) that as a race we are as stupid as we were the day we came to life. we’ve been around for how many thousands of years and really, we call ourselves a superior race? superior intelligence would mean that we don’t repeat our mistakes, that we learn. I have to cope with the fact that I’m surrounded by idiots every day and I want so badly for us to come together and make changes but I’m just one dude. everyone is so busy getting fucked, drunk, high that they seem to forget WE ARE GOING TO DIE and only we can create a world where we wake up and no longer have to deal with SPIRITUAL EMPTINESS. You don’t have to be religious to understand that the world is not the way it should be. “God” hasn’t made the world this way. WE HAVE. That’s some Watchmen shit for you right there. But damn…what will it take? Aliens attacking? A deadly virus decimating the population? What will it take, people?
Anna Hill created these photos “Beauty is Only Pixel Deep” to critique the photoshopped ads of models
It’s always fun logging into Tumblr in a public place or around people who are close enough to peek at my screen.
THEY MIGHT SEE SOME TITZ
In case you didn’t know and you are only just about to find out now, and here on Tumblr, I am moving to Gainesville, Florida. I’m excited to be half naked all the time. I think that’s probably the best reason to move out there. FREEDOM!
I’ve never really been a big fan of holidays to be honest. For a lot of reasons. That’s just a random note.
If any of you who follow me see this, send me a message, a question, communicate with me, let me know you’re there. I really like Tumblr but I wish more people would use communicate with me on it. I like to hear from you.
I’m at the library right now killing some time before I have to go to the dentist. I always laugh when I’m in the dentist chair, it’s funny to be so uncomfortable…sometimes at least.
Today is December 24, Christmas Eve and I’m in one of those moods where all I want to do is write and read and reflect on my own humanity.
I wish I could be plugged into some massive database (I mean, I already am since I live in a survellience state) that would help me communicate and express myself better. Social networking/media helps with that I suppose but there’s just so much I need to get out. I honestly do feel calm like a bomb like the Rage Against the Machine song. Why can’t I just feel comfortable in my own skin? Comfortable enough to live the life I really want to live?