Tangles of Bullshit

[Original creation date: 22 September 2008]

my brain has become tangles of bullshit.

every time i try to think something, it just turns into complete tangles. a mess. like spaghetti, thrown everywhere. the voices become louder and quieter with the music. my body is what controls me instead of my mind. an ancient rite of passage,

now that my brain is a tangle of bullshit, i can understand in ways thought impossible before the psychohistoric motivations for

unhappiness is just an emotion. but so is happiness. and now i understand how happiness can be so transitory, because happiness is just an emotion, and by law it must eventually change and mutate.

we have to do all this living just to get by. unhappiness is just a form of happiness, that’s all. like how live things are just a special type of dead thing. (Nietzsche.)