I started this blog a long time ago as a means to further propagate the lies my demons have convinced me to tell. The fact of the matter is, I am a compulsive liar. A schizophrenic. Paranoid. Arrogant and angry at the world. Until recently I was trapped in my own little world, letting opportunity after opportunity pass me by while I contemplated the great mysteries of the universe and my imaginary friends whispered sweet nothings into my ear. Instead, as I try desperately to heal myself in a world full of traps and deceptions of every conceivable description, I journey forth seeking truth.
I can't see a psychiatrist. Pharmaceuticals are poison; you don't need to be a schizo to believe that. It's a business. Their main concern is profit. Therefore, for them, healthy people are unprofitable. The human body is capable of incredible things when the mind and body are in synch. Give it the right food, and it will heal any ailment. Always seek the source of an issue. My theory is once it has a name, there has to be a way to deal with it properly so that it's not an issue any more.
The posts anyone finds here are going to be vague, sometimes poetic, probably often cryptic. There are many reasons for that, but the most important ones are that I want to protect my identity in this age of transparency and that these posts are mainly a means of clearing my head. This is pretty much a blog about nothing. Occasionally amongst my scattered ramblings I come up with something I believe is worth writing down on honest to god paper! Imagine that. Instead, to save trees in the future, I figure I'll try writing here for a while. If someone ends up enjoying this, awesome. If not, I believe the browser window can be closed by hitting a little "x" button in most cases. If you can relate or offer sage wisdom of your own, please feel free to comment. If you're an asshole and feel the need to expel some of your shit in this space you can do as directed above. Comments are closely moderated.
I'm not a babysitter. This space is not child-friendly. If you're offended by any subject whatsoever, please don't get comfortable. I'm bound to broach it eventually if I manage to keep up with this long enough. The cold sterility of computers and blogs makes it hard for me to get out the real words brewing in my head. There's that same sense of disconnection I feel when dealing with the average pleb. Hello there! How are you going to piss me off today? I hate computers, cell phones and most things electronic with a fiery passion. You wouldn't expect it if you saw me; I'm still a youngin' and totally hip to how electronics work. I can use them just fine - but I hate them. HATE. They're just another way to keep us from connecting from other people. How did it become the norm for people to text each other when they are in the same fucking room? TALK for fuck sake! Use your words! Learn new words! Teach OTHER people new words! Why is it so taboo to ask what something means?
This is the sort of thing anyone who reads on has to look forward to. Hope at least a few stay on for the ride; it should be a wild one.
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