iSociety
What I find strange about the human race is how we don't realize that we are completely and utterly alone until we're at last by ourselves
It's hard, but its possible--sometimes--to accept The Myself as an omnipotent and intrinsic(ha-ha) deity. To converse with oneself, not only in solitude, but also when among other Selves. Fictional Selves. Unreal selves.
By my side sits a dear cousin, typing away in his lappy laptop
To the beautiful vocals of Jim Morrison
I like how one becomes addicted to news and updates. It's literally a drug, where the climaxial release lies in having the upper hand as well as passing the drugs onto the next person in the updatial ladder, i.e telling someone something that they were not yet aware of. Site after site has fallen under Micolan rule and they have all been merged into my masterplan.... Now, everytime I turn on my computer, there they are; those beautiful sources of pure cocaaiina
wat?
Anyway so there was this party yesterday. The spirit of the party flowed through my veins and it was awesome. However, those joining me in the blasphemous ritual were not of my particular taste; it was a class-party (wow some things just sound weird in English). Anyway, it's no wonder they call it a secondary "family"; you don't get to choose who you're about to spend the rest of your life with (or you know, three years)
There's a charm to that as well.. You're more or less forced to speak with people, with whom the likes you would never even have had gone near, had it been by your own rules
I do fancy messy grammar
gday
It's hard, but its possible--sometimes--to accept The Myself as an omnipotent and intrinsic(ha-ha) deity. To converse with oneself, not only in solitude, but also when among other Selves. Fictional Selves. Unreal selves.
By my side sits a dear cousin, typing away in his lappy laptop
To the beautiful vocals of Jim Morrison
I like how one becomes addicted to news and updates. It's literally a drug, where the climaxial release lies in having the upper hand as well as passing the drugs onto the next person in the updatial ladder, i.e telling someone something that they were not yet aware of. Site after site has fallen under Micolan rule and they have all been merged into my masterplan.... Now, everytime I turn on my computer, there they are; those beautiful sources of pure cocaaiina
wat?
Anyway so there was this party yesterday. The spirit of the party flowed through my veins and it was awesome. However, those joining me in the blasphemous ritual were not of my particular taste; it was a class-party (wow some things just sound weird in English). Anyway, it's no wonder they call it a secondary "family"; you don't get to choose who you're about to spend the rest of your life with (or you know, three years)
There's a charm to that as well.. You're more or less forced to speak with people, with whom the likes you would never even have had gone near, had it been by your own rules
I do fancy messy grammar
gday
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Postat av: SomEnVåg
soo I'm feeling quite suicidal at the moment, care to join me? glad you had fun with the class anyways, but what be these pretty sites you speak of? and no, you don't have to say shit... just wonderin (this is mainly a test-post ;)
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