Smoking spliffs and dying all my clothes black and listening to stoner metal because I officially give up on trying to understand a world where WAR HORSE would get nominated over Drive.
She speaks so much truth, though.
ah fuck it..
| Random: | So what do you think is going to happen at 11:11:11 11/11/11 |
| Me: | We'll all be one second older? |
| Random: | You don't think we'll be visited by some cosmic spirit? |
| Me: | If there was some interstellar consciousness that was going to come visit us why would he care about a random palindrome in our crude concept of time? also what about time zones? Not to mention daylight savings time. |
| Random: | wait what do you mean crude concept of time. |
| Me: | Look, time is just an illusion as a result of the fact that information and matter are limited by the speed of light and unable to exist in two places simultaneously, creating a constant linear cause-and-effect relationship. Clocks, calendars, years are just our way of quantifying it according to our perception. |
| Random: | *blank stare* |
| Me: | I mean that's one way of looking at it at least. |
| Random: | *continued, unflinching blank stare* |
| Me: | kay... I'm gonna go. |
PLEASE HELP OUT AN AMAZING CAUSE:
Mitch was diagnosed with cancer two weeks ago and it getting Chemotherapy treatments. He’s been going to hardcore/pop punk shows on Long Island for years. No Good News and Bellwether are releasing a split today entitled “For Our Friend Mitch” It is available for a ‘name your own price’ download on Meadowbrook Records. (CLICK HERE) All proceeds will be donated to Mitch and his family.
but there are certain texts you should always respond to. One of them being “are you ok? (alive)”
fucker.
“The sultry, shimmering music suggests- to anyone with just a bit of imagination- a young faun asleep in the humming heat of a drowsy forest glade, and dreaming of lovely nymphs. Or perhaps he did not merely dream of them; perhaps they came on small, silent feet and held their breath as they looked down upon him in his sleep and, seeing him vaguely stir, fled once more into the shadows.”
perfect words.
The hard thing about fighting in relationships, as opposed to Madison Square Garden… no referee. There’s no one to tell you which comments are below the belt or when to go to your separate corners. As a result, someone usually gets hurt.
