So long as you are indignant about your suffering, so long as you maintain that you do not deserve to suffer, so shall you suffer.
I'm sick of the mysticism surrounding the Ancient Egyptians. Suspend your occult tendencies and let's get real for a moment: that's a basement with a pile of rocks on top. Some people think aliens helped them... with what exactly? PILING ROCKS? Are you serious? So you're saying that aliens achieved intergalactic travel, hurtled billions of miles through space, avoiding black holes, asteroid fields, enduring extreme temperatures, radiation, etc, only to help a bunch of primitive, superstitious apes pile rocks? That's your theory? You people are insufferable.
I am ashamed to share a genome with a species literal enough to think piling rocks is a meaningful endeavor. And guess what? You're still doing it! They're gonna dig up the mummified corpse of Jeff Bezos' in a couple thousand years, buried under a pile of hookers, and even then there will be people who think E.T. was somehow involved.
When a senior bishop died and went to St Peter's gate, St. Peter said to him, "Welcome bishop! You have lived a good and devout life. We have prepared your place in paradise." The bishop was concerned and replied, "St. Peter, but what about the poor souls suffering in hell, surely my place is ministering to them?" St. Peter responded, "My good bishop, what would be paradise without hell to look down upon?"
Suicide isn't sad or shameful. Having no will to die is no way to live. Courage. That's the first virtue, without which no others are possible. The courage to live is the courage to die. All else is suspended animation, serfdom if you like. What is truly sad is to wish you were dead without the determination to see it through. To live for fear of death is a miserable illusion. Only once you understand that you live for death itself, by death, through death, can you begin to appreciate life.
- A person who believes that people are cunts and seeks to prove it by being the biggest cunt of all.
- A person who mistrusts everything but mistrust (or a person who trusts in mistrusting).
Babies are not well balanced
So don't rest them on banisters!
Just ask my mother
About my brother
(His name was Allister)
Crocodiles make great pets, unless
You're awful fond of your feet.
Lord knows, I've lost several toes
To that scaly beast.
Down is up if you're upside down,
I tried it once in a dressing gown.
The gown fell down around my head,
Luckily, my roommate was still in bed.
Sometimes houses talk to you
And sometimes not
But it's generally true
That when they do,
They put you on the spot.
Poets are so serious
& often quite imperious.
Feelings! Feelings! Meanings! Meanings!
Mean the feelings, feel the meanings -
I think they're just delirious.