You know how it's 99% disgusting to throw-up? It stinks, burns, splashes everywhere, makes your eyes water, and cramps up your stomach muscles. BUT, there is the 1%. That far corner of your mind that you don't want to admit is there in the middle of your five alarm fire of hot mess. It is the part that is enjoying the vomiting process. Hopefully, my blog is that 1% .
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
I'll Sleep When I'm Dead
It’s come to the point where I spend every possible moment in repose. Once free from the shackles of nagging goals and objectives, I feel completely liberated and bereft of guilt for relegating myself to life on the sidelines. I think back to all the wasted hours of daydreaming about having dreams but knowing full well it was never getting any further. Sure, I’ve tried writing, procreating, and cupcake baking but feh, I get bored even thinking about such activities let alone actually participating. My laziness has gotten to such a shallow level of unproductiveness that recently my mother bought me some new software that had her link up my brain with electrodes wired directly to my computer. All I’m doing is thinking about this entry and BLAMMO, its here. I no longer even want to put in the sustained effort that it takes to masturbate. In my heyday, I could get the job done in less than 60 seconds, now I just don’t see the point about getting all excited. Or having to clean up. My ultimate hope is to be free of thought altogether and live in the moment of nothingness, kind of like transcendental meditation without all of the hassle of thinking about breathing. Yeah nothing, I can’t wait.