"You're All Going to Die Down Here."
Mar. 28th, 2002 02:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Reality. Reality is. Where ever you go, and whatever you do, reality is that, for that tyme. If you are transported somewhere else, and have to deal with a new set of sense data, then you adapt, and move on. Is this so hard? Say you woke up in the mental institution, tomorrow, and a doctor said "Welcome back. Everything you've experienced for the past six years has been a lie."? What would you do? Would you say, "Yes. To you."? Would you have the sense to ask "Is That So?" Or would you sit in the corner and gibber like the crazy person they thought you were?
i spent a good portion of the evening talking with my roomate about what we would do, if we woke up tomorrow to find that our friends were Brain Eating Zombie Bastards. i think about shit like that. Now, say that any one of you were to come to my house, tomorrow, wantin' Me Brains; What i would do is not that unreasonable. Firstly, i'd cut off your head, then i'd burn the body, and stock up on fire and bladey things. i'd miss you, and be upset at your demise, but no more so than if you were to die, tomorrow, of whatever other causes. Adapt and move on.
i deal with people as they need to be dealt with. i try to address everyone in a manner to which they can relate. Some would call that Sociopathy. i call it adaptability.... And Sociopathy. But that's neither here, nor there, right now. Ah, but my point:
You're all going to die down here. No matter where "here" is, for you, or will be. Deal with it. Don't obsess over it, other than to plan your next move, and you can do that, while Living. There is little enough tyme in this world, without wasting it on thinking of how little tyme you have left. Live your Life. When you're done you're done. Move along. Nothing more to see here. There is Strength in Change. ;)
Hmm... What else to say, what else to say.... Watched "Nixon," tonyte, and it only served to reaffirm my choice for Anthony Hopiks as a god. Other than that, i'm in a Dark Mood. Not upset, per se, simply Twisted. i think it has something to do with finding my Grady High School yearbook....lol... *Wistful Sigh* Horrid Tymes... Horrid Tymes.
There's a Predatory feeling, overriding all of this. That's the thing i'm feeling most. The need to hunt, then Teach, then kill, if necessary... Mmm Wolf-like Behaviourisms... Hmmm.... That's it then... You're all going to die down here. Eventually you'll learn. Come: Let us see which comes first. *predator's smile*
Good Nytes. Good Days. Dream Well
i spent a good portion of the evening talking with my roomate about what we would do, if we woke up tomorrow to find that our friends were Brain Eating Zombie Bastards. i think about shit like that. Now, say that any one of you were to come to my house, tomorrow, wantin' Me Brains; What i would do is not that unreasonable. Firstly, i'd cut off your head, then i'd burn the body, and stock up on fire and bladey things. i'd miss you, and be upset at your demise, but no more so than if you were to die, tomorrow, of whatever other causes. Adapt and move on.
i deal with people as they need to be dealt with. i try to address everyone in a manner to which they can relate. Some would call that Sociopathy. i call it adaptability.... And Sociopathy. But that's neither here, nor there, right now. Ah, but my point:
You're all going to die down here. No matter where "here" is, for you, or will be. Deal with it. Don't obsess over it, other than to plan your next move, and you can do that, while Living. There is little enough tyme in this world, without wasting it on thinking of how little tyme you have left. Live your Life. When you're done you're done. Move along. Nothing more to see here. There is Strength in Change. ;)
Hmm... What else to say, what else to say.... Watched "Nixon," tonyte, and it only served to reaffirm my choice for Anthony Hopiks as a god. Other than that, i'm in a Dark Mood. Not upset, per se, simply Twisted. i think it has something to do with finding my Grady High School yearbook....lol... *Wistful Sigh* Horrid Tymes... Horrid Tymes.
There's a Predatory feeling, overriding all of this. That's the thing i'm feeling most. The need to hunt, then Teach, then kill, if necessary... Mmm Wolf-like Behaviourisms... Hmmm.... That's it then... You're all going to die down here. Eventually you'll learn. Come: Let us see which comes first. *predator's smile*
Good Nytes. Good Days. Dream Well
