PrimateSphinx
The Rhythmic Dúnedain
DISCLAIMER
THESE ARE THE BORED RAMBLINGS OF A MADMAN, DO NOT PAY ATTENTION IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR SOMETHING INTERESTING TO READ, ALSO DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE DEPRESSED BY THE STUPID TRIFLES OF OTHERS EASILY.
Well nexus it's been a while and I don't know why i felt compelled to come back and make a post but hey here I am. Long story short: boy gets job living in desert for 3 and a half months, boy abuses dmt at every chance he gets with a stupid hope that he might learn something, and now here I am crazier than I have ever been wondering what the hell the point is. Before these past 3 months transpired I thought that I may be able to know maybe even a little bit about my and all of our existence on this strangely lucky blue orb which floats in the void and now...OH BOY...now nothing seems like it will ever make sense and whatever hope i may have had for this place is diminished but a lone sinew that keeps me attached to this world. The thought "kill yourself" pounds its way into my psyche everyday (not because I think it will help because I have a strong feeling that it would just be a reset button and that i would end up back here to do it all over again) but for a small hope that I may bargain with some sadistic deity to let me become nonexistence and to never think or be again. Do not think that i pity myself and think that my life is bad for I know that life is truly a gift to be cherished and I know i have a privaleged life. It is that i do not deserve such a beautiful place to spend my life such as this for I squander it all. and then there's society: a populus willing to be repressed and abused for the sake of false hopes and protection. Where is the light at the end of the tunnel? Does it exist? Or do we just convince ourselves that life is worth living for the sake of self interest? Thus is the paradox that has become so ingrained in my being so much that i feel that i almost am the paradox. The schism between loving this beautiful place and hating the creatures such as my self that are destroying it whether directly or vicariously. I know I have not done anything say "too terrible" such as murder or rape but does the fact that i haven't commited the worst of attrocities mean that I still deserve to live? And then there's the lights and metallic orbs in the sky. Basically since this year started I have had over 50 sightings of what you know as UFOs. I would rationalize it and go on thinking I'm crazy and drug use causes me to see them but there is the hard cold fact that I see them with other people which rules out hallucination in my book. Or at least just me hallucinating them:?:. but there's really nothing to be said about that other than the fact it confused me more because i can't trust them because i don't trust myself, or any other humans for that matter.
The real problem is the dualism and how fast i switch back between both sides, though I always let the dark win...anyway
I don't know what i expected to gain from writing this and honestly i expect to gain nothing but such is life...maybe...
Theres so much more to it too but I've realized i can convince myself that anything is "real" so I can't really convey it and have it make sense, not that any of the previous things I've written make sense. Even now i look back on what I have written and wonder if I actually believe it or if it's just some dickish part of me looking for attention but it is the struggle that I have been having whether real or not. I know none of you can help me but I'm sure some of you have had at least a similar problem so I want to know what the trippy trippers think, and I mean that in the nicest way possible. Sorry for the cynicism, but hey thats me...I think..hehe. This is undoubtedly my most scatterbrained post ever. To self-induced insanity! Drink! Edit: kinda funny actually, now that i've written this i feel fine
but as hendrix said: manic depression has captured my soul
THESE ARE THE BORED RAMBLINGS OF A MADMAN, DO NOT PAY ATTENTION IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR SOMETHING INTERESTING TO READ, ALSO DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE DEPRESSED BY THE STUPID TRIFLES OF OTHERS EASILY.
Well nexus it's been a while and I don't know why i felt compelled to come back and make a post but hey here I am. Long story short: boy gets job living in desert for 3 and a half months, boy abuses dmt at every chance he gets with a stupid hope that he might learn something, and now here I am crazier than I have ever been wondering what the hell the point is. Before these past 3 months transpired I thought that I may be able to know maybe even a little bit about my and all of our existence on this strangely lucky blue orb which floats in the void and now...OH BOY...now nothing seems like it will ever make sense and whatever hope i may have had for this place is diminished but a lone sinew that keeps me attached to this world. The thought "kill yourself" pounds its way into my psyche everyday (not because I think it will help because I have a strong feeling that it would just be a reset button and that i would end up back here to do it all over again) but for a small hope that I may bargain with some sadistic deity to let me become nonexistence and to never think or be again. Do not think that i pity myself and think that my life is bad for I know that life is truly a gift to be cherished and I know i have a privaleged life. It is that i do not deserve such a beautiful place to spend my life such as this for I squander it all. and then there's society: a populus willing to be repressed and abused for the sake of false hopes and protection. Where is the light at the end of the tunnel? Does it exist? Or do we just convince ourselves that life is worth living for the sake of self interest? Thus is the paradox that has become so ingrained in my being so much that i feel that i almost am the paradox. The schism between loving this beautiful place and hating the creatures such as my self that are destroying it whether directly or vicariously. I know I have not done anything say "too terrible" such as murder or rape but does the fact that i haven't commited the worst of attrocities mean that I still deserve to live? And then there's the lights and metallic orbs in the sky. Basically since this year started I have had over 50 sightings of what you know as UFOs. I would rationalize it and go on thinking I'm crazy and drug use causes me to see them but there is the hard cold fact that I see them with other people which rules out hallucination in my book. Or at least just me hallucinating them:?:. but there's really nothing to be said about that other than the fact it confused me more because i can't trust them because i don't trust myself, or any other humans for that matter.
The real problem is the dualism and how fast i switch back between both sides, though I always let the dark win...anyway
I don't know what i expected to gain from writing this and honestly i expect to gain nothing but such is life...maybe...
Theres so much more to it too but I've realized i can convince myself that anything is "real" so I can't really convey it and have it make sense, not that any of the previous things I've written make sense. Even now i look back on what I have written and wonder if I actually believe it or if it's just some dickish part of me looking for attention but it is the struggle that I have been having whether real or not. I know none of you can help me but I'm sure some of you have had at least a similar problem so I want to know what the trippy trippers think, and I mean that in the nicest way possible. Sorry for the cynicism, but hey thats me...I think..hehe. This is undoubtedly my most scatterbrained post ever. To self-induced insanity! Drink! Edit: kinda funny actually, now that i've written this i feel fine
but as hendrix said: manic depression has captured my soul
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. All should raid the local dumpsters[/?EDIT]