my difficulty is that i’ve finished with school and now i have no idea what to do. i have fun, because i’m celebrating that i’m done, but now i have real world concerns to worry about. real world concerns are ridiculous; they are merely your way of fitting into the global economy. the only thing that is real about you is the way you think, and the way you express youself to other people. if you express yourself by talking, then that be the thrst of your arguemtn. if you express yourself by singing, let that be it. and if you express yourlsef any other way, let that be it as well. your possibilirty are endless. what do you want to be? how do you want to express yourlsef? what do you want to do with you rl life? do you want to be a poet? then write. do you want to be an astronaut? then learn engirneering. do you want to be a thinker? then go to school as much as possible. do you want to contribute to societiy and do something valuable for the human race? then stop making videos and go do something with yourself. you’re your best instrument. yout body and your life are your instrument, go do something with it. do you think there
s something worth fighting for in the world? then go fight for it. soldiers do it all the time , why can’t you? you can. and you should that’s what youré hjere in te world to do. so go and do it. there’s a mountain waiting for you. just go and move it. it’s oka if it’s a bit heavy at first byt it’ll come to get ligther the more you move it. trust me.
Santana = i’m feeling you
i love that i can control what i want to hear
so now i am listening to enanitos verdes, lets see what happens
i’m dreaming of various things
it just makes me feel good. i donno. can’t think of anything specific to say
quiero navegar
mi barco pirata aquí
con ella y su bronceador
el lago Michigan
fue el testigo…
hooking up with a gringuita… very nice. that is what t his song is about. yes. strange. ellos son chilenos. in order for this to occur, tienen que ser at least media clase alta. cuantos chilenos conocen el lago Michigan? ask yourself that. at most, i would say five percent… and that’s an overestimate. entonces tienen que ser either upper class or upper middle. no? yo creo.
song changed. sorry
i love typing in “desde”. it’s so easy to type
desde el Puerto, he visto amanecer. gawd, these lyrics are sooooo sad. i can’t believe i like this song so much. it’s sooooooooo good though…. aahhhh
i am just exactly what i need to be. i’m at a level of around 2.5 and i’m perfectly able to control it because i am just better at typing than at speaking. speaking is too fast, it comes ot all weird and staccato. when i am typing i don’t feel that constraint becayse i can control the flow better and it is just more fluid. which is why i often type without capitalizing words, but anyway that is a sidenote.
en silencio escucho el verso de tu despedida.
you know it’s so weird this song is so upbeat and the fucking lyrics are soooooo sad. it’s a lot like (ear;y) cardigans and no doubt if you think about it. i am so weird, i am definitely my own worst nightmare when it comes to psychoanalysis. that’s why i hate people thinking about what my level of awareness of the world is. even though i believe i am more than enough aware and that the rest of the world is just insane. i’m discovering though that that’s not the case, a lot of people are unsatisfied with the current state of the world, and we just don’t have a choice, we don’t have a voice because we don’t have any money behind us. our votes are mostly useless in a world fueled by the ultimate goal of making more money and leaving morals aside. the truth is that death is costly and that’s the reason we do not desire it. death implies a massive slowdown in our relatives’ utility and it’s not acceptable. we do everything to prevent it but the truth is, how do you believe n an afterlife?
afterlives? reincarnation? reincarnation just sounds ludicrous. can’t we just exist eternally after our life is naturally over? of course, if that is our choice. choice should be above all else in this argument. the point however is that as a race, the human race, we don’t believe in something ultimate. there’s no final goal. we just need to make this life our most amazing most influential possible. are we gone for good after we die? maybe. do we reincarnate? maybe. do we go to heaven? maybe. no one knows. no one’s ever come back. i hate sounding deep and meaningful and ian corssland like, but yes, we’re all we’ve got. really.
we should stop killing each other. we should have a vote. we should have a voice. we should be able to decide collectively what is right. we should all be counted somehow or another. people should be able to know what everyone else thinks. not just in a democratic way, but in an ultra-democratic way: the way of the internet, the way that anyone can go online and see what everyone else has to say about any topic. i want to know what the rest of thw world thinks about democracy. about monarchy. about drugs. about pharmaceuticals. about technology. about music. about everything.
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we usually have the problem that we thinkers forget there’s a world out there, outside our normal perception, ahd that is the way it will stay.
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people who commit suicide are all cowards.
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i watched babel last night and i really liked it anyway, and i guess that’s not that weird because everyone who watchies this movie has his little twist on it based on what he or she understood. people that only understood one part miss a big part of the ovie and the ones that understand more of it enjoy it more. it’s pretty clear. and i wish i had understood more of it, i really do.
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so much more than i could ever give.
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We’re all we got.
All of us.
All.
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