Post by keyodie on Sept 27, 2008 22:30:15 GMT -5
Rain. It's raining cats and dogs. Someone is annoying me to the breaking point. I am covered in animal hair. These things never bother me and always bother me. Hormones. Tons and tons of hormones. No one understands, no one gets it, not even me. There is nothing to understand, nothing to get. Does that fly that is buzzing around my head understand that I want to smash it with my bare hands and drown it in pesticide? Does it realize that it has no friends? No one likes flies, they're annoying. They're terribly annoying. It just needs to shut up. Maybe I should take a shower and cleanse myself of all this nonsense.
What is nonsense
If it is the absence of sense, what is sense? Does it mean sanity? What is sanity? People try to make sense of the mind, make sense of what life you're supposed to lead, but who really knows? Who really cares? Everyone interprets everything in their own "unique" yet terribly normal way so why does it matter?
Why am I writing this? The purpose of me writing this is to write. I need to let something out, but I'm not sure what it is. What is it I need to express? Perhaps I need to express the meaninglessness of everything? Is that even a word? Why am I asking so many questions? Not only that, these questions I'm asking aren't even questions that I'm genuinely wanting the answers to. Was that even grammatically correct? See, right there. I don't care if it's grammatically correct. I just wanted to ask for the sake of asking. Why is that? Again, I don't really care about that answer either. I just say without thinking. Why do I do that? Why am I still doing this? Again and again? Was that even a question? I think it was just a fragment, or maybe it was a continuation of the last question. The question that shouldn't count as a question because I'm not asking to get an answer. What is a question?
There was a princess that was trapped in a mountain of cheese. The prince fought and fought with his army to try and rescue the girl but he never succeeded. What was his problem? He didn't have an army of mice.
I don't even want to look back at what I wrote for fear that I may have sounded emo or insane. But again, with insanity. What is it? If it's the absence of sanity, what is sanity? Does it mean sense? What is sense?
Loop-de-loop. Round and round we go. Round and round like a merry go round. Circles annoy me, but when I start thinking they're all I get. Maybe I should just stop thinking. Thinking is dangerous. When I try to make sense of the circles I get circles within circles. But then they start blending into eachother until they're a huge mass, a blob with indefinite shape and volume. A gas. We learned about that in science a couple days ago. No, more like a week ago. We took a test on it. It was fun. Round and round and round and round. Explosion. Why did I say explosion? Hey have you seen the Dark Knight? Awesome movie, man. And poof! Everything is gone.
Jack and Jilly went up the hilly...
But gone where? Gone into non-existence? What is non-existence? The absence of existence? What is existence? Loop-de-loop. Round and round. Round and round like a merry go round, so round and round that I lost a pound. (My breakfast is gone... but gone where? Was my breakfast significant, is it symbolizing something? Maybe I'm trying to look deep into a shallow pool, maybe I'm digging instead of looking at what's at the surface. End of parenthises.)
...what.
What is nonsense
If it is the absence of sense, what is sense? Does it mean sanity? What is sanity? People try to make sense of the mind, make sense of what life you're supposed to lead, but who really knows? Who really cares? Everyone interprets everything in their own "unique" yet terribly normal way so why does it matter?Why am I writing this? The purpose of me writing this is to write. I need to let something out, but I'm not sure what it is. What is it I need to express? Perhaps I need to express the meaninglessness of everything? Is that even a word? Why am I asking so many questions? Not only that, these questions I'm asking aren't even questions that I'm genuinely wanting the answers to. Was that even grammatically correct? See, right there. I don't care if it's grammatically correct. I just wanted to ask for the sake of asking. Why is that? Again, I don't really care about that answer either. I just say without thinking. Why do I do that? Why am I still doing this? Again and again? Was that even a question? I think it was just a fragment, or maybe it was a continuation of the last question. The question that shouldn't count as a question because I'm not asking to get an answer. What is a question?
There was a princess that was trapped in a mountain of cheese. The prince fought and fought with his army to try and rescue the girl but he never succeeded. What was his problem? He didn't have an army of mice.
I don't even want to look back at what I wrote for fear that I may have sounded emo or insane. But again, with insanity. What is it? If it's the absence of sanity, what is sanity? Does it mean sense? What is sense?
Loop-de-loop. Round and round we go. Round and round like a merry go round. Circles annoy me, but when I start thinking they're all I get. Maybe I should just stop thinking. Thinking is dangerous. When I try to make sense of the circles I get circles within circles. But then they start blending into eachother until they're a huge mass, a blob with indefinite shape and volume. A gas. We learned about that in science a couple days ago. No, more like a week ago. We took a test on it. It was fun. Round and round and round and round. Explosion. Why did I say explosion? Hey have you seen the Dark Knight? Awesome movie, man. And poof! Everything is gone.
Jack and Jilly went up the hilly...
But gone where? Gone into non-existence? What is non-existence? The absence of existence? What is existence? Loop-de-loop. Round and round. Round and round like a merry go round, so round and round that I lost a pound. (My breakfast is gone... but gone where? Was my breakfast significant, is it symbolizing something? Maybe I'm trying to look deep into a shallow pool, maybe I'm digging instead of looking at what's at the surface. End of parenthises.)
...what.
