Weird assignments ask for weird hand-inns.
Mine was as follows:
Dreamscape
A virtual world on the net that allows you to create your personal environment through your imagination. A special kind of headgear links the creative part of your brain to the computer where you can build your own reality by imagining it. However you can only keep what you can hold steady in your mind. As soon as the image in your mind becomes faded so does the image in cyberspace. So the area you affect is mostly depended upon how vivid you imagination is. Everyone has a standard default character but those can be altered at will or more accurately imagination.
Now the following problems appear:
- If you rely on people imagining the world or as much of it around them as possible for each individual there are bound to be images some people find unsuitable or at least not to their taste. Should unsuitable ideas be policed and imagined away? And if so by whom?
- What about the issue of adult content? Scary, horrific or pornographic images any movie theatre would R-rate, are those admissible? How do you keep youngsters from being exposed to those images if the platform is virtually without boundaries.
- Then there is there issue of privacy. Since all is imagination does any so proclaimed authority the right to intervene at all? After all it is a persons mind and imagination you are breaking in to not some backyard barn. Also it is so that in the current legal system no person can be prosecuted for things he imagines. So even if there were a force to police this virtual world what rights would they have?
Monday, October 29, 2007
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Shattering and unforseen changes in the mental make-up
So strange.. Do you know the feeling when you are unaware of the changes happening right under your nose untill its so far ahead of you it cant possibly be stopped? Then that moment of awakening that takes you totally by surprise and the only thing you can think is NOO NOT YET!! Well I know the feeling all to well.. Somehow things have a habit of sneeking up on me. It's not like I'm being careless or simply too unconcerned about my surroundings to care. I like to think its more to do with the fact that I love to watch..to see all there is to see.
Change is something that happens from within and eventually gets to us all. No one is a static entity simply because that is contradictory. You cant be both a personality and remain static at the same time. A personality requires a certain amount of animation and participation in order to be a personality. If you manage to be at a standstill let me know. I'd be very curious about how you manage to stay sane with the world wirling around you and all.
However what do you so when others absorb you so thoroughly that you cant see the changes within untill you are already changed beyond recognition. Who are you then. Will you still recognise yourself. Looking at others from a central point so you can see all is a lonely place. Is there anyone who will still see you? Trully see you.. And what about the people orbiting you in ties of friendship hatred and bloodties. When you change who you are can you maintain your possition as the observer or should you be the one surrendered to their relentless scruitiny. Will you let them?
The watcher or the watched. A never relenting sense of big brother who watches you has settled on society. But is it really big brother or is it just us watching us searching the minute flaws we all have and analyzing how to use that to our own advantage.
However intersting though not what i wanted to alk about.
The sence of fading and breaking out of what you used to be. Ever experienced that? The illusions you collect through your life builing them as a wall between yourself and the outside world showing the others who are watching just what you want them to see. What is it that lies behind that wall? Who is it you trully are? Are you naive enough to say you dont have such a wall? Is the you that is presented to other people exactly a representation of who you are and what you are thinking? Or do you edit. Edit who you are. Edit so others will see what they want.
It is amazing to which extend you can fake being sincere. You can even lock yourslef out of your true mind.
But think about it.
When the walls go down.
Who will you be?
Are you the hermit safely tucked behind the now crumbling remnants of you once proud conviction?
Or are you the slave of society the one who is easily pleased and easy to please others.
The one who has been there for all to see.
When the walls come tumbling down who will you be?
Change is something that happens from within and eventually gets to us all. No one is a static entity simply because that is contradictory. You cant be both a personality and remain static at the same time. A personality requires a certain amount of animation and participation in order to be a personality. If you manage to be at a standstill let me know. I'd be very curious about how you manage to stay sane with the world wirling around you and all.
However what do you so when others absorb you so thoroughly that you cant see the changes within untill you are already changed beyond recognition. Who are you then. Will you still recognise yourself. Looking at others from a central point so you can see all is a lonely place. Is there anyone who will still see you? Trully see you.. And what about the people orbiting you in ties of friendship hatred and bloodties. When you change who you are can you maintain your possition as the observer or should you be the one surrendered to their relentless scruitiny. Will you let them?
The watcher or the watched. A never relenting sense of big brother who watches you has settled on society. But is it really big brother or is it just us watching us searching the minute flaws we all have and analyzing how to use that to our own advantage.
However intersting though not what i wanted to alk about.
The sence of fading and breaking out of what you used to be. Ever experienced that? The illusions you collect through your life builing them as a wall between yourself and the outside world showing the others who are watching just what you want them to see. What is it that lies behind that wall? Who is it you trully are? Are you naive enough to say you dont have such a wall? Is the you that is presented to other people exactly a representation of who you are and what you are thinking? Or do you edit. Edit who you are. Edit so others will see what they want.
It is amazing to which extend you can fake being sincere. You can even lock yourslef out of your true mind.
But think about it.
When the walls go down.
Who will you be?
Are you the hermit safely tucked behind the now crumbling remnants of you once proud conviction?
Or are you the slave of society the one who is easily pleased and easy to please others.
The one who has been there for all to see.
When the walls come tumbling down who will you be?
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
In my field of endless flowers
Upon opening the familiar smell of dried flower came drifting out of the heavy book lying in her lap. Watching the pages she once again became aware of the images laying beneath the strange language, covering the pages. She must have done this a thousand times by now. Sighing she let herself be taken by the story for the one-thousand-and-first time. As she was captured by Creation once more, she no longer paid attention to her surroundings. No longer moving but for the occasional page turn she became like a marble statue. The soft breeze flying out her hair in a stream of molten gold, creating an image of infinite and ageless beauty.
“Don’t touch me!”
Upon her scream hard rose vines shot up out of the ground, leaving the once flower covered earth bare and exhausted. Entwining the angel in a strangle hold, the thorns ripping at his clothes, leaving no skin untouched. As a tree of vines built up about his slender form she saw he was the last of the seven sins. Lucifer, angel of pride. Remembering what had happened to the other sins a shiver went down her spine. He would be better of without her. Pressing the book more tightly against her chest she started out for the field of flowers again. Crossing the small clearing she, banned him from her thoughts.
Slowly a tear crossed her face leaving a small wet trail accros her cheek. How she had hurt him then and still there was so much more to come.
“ Isn’t it better to live your life in sin then to suffer the pain of utter loneliness?”
The question, no more than a hoarse whisper from his bleeding lips, stopped her dead in her tracks. Slowly turning around she beheld his body, hanging from the once more lifeless tree of vines, held in place only by the thorns piercing his body and wings. Covered in shallow wounds, his eyes smothering from within he looked like a creature spun from the bowls of Hell. Still he was the single most beautiful thing in the whole of creation she had ever seen, his dark hair and soft feather wings perfectly complementing his pale skin, now covered in blood. Looking into his eyes, tears sprang into hers as she found deep within herself a fierce hunger to completely posses this being so unlike herself. To look upon a creature so beautiful is to die inside, someone once had said to her. As their eyes meed she suddenly knew this to be true. For a moment it looked like she would stay there, caught within his amber stare. Then a malicious smile spread across her face. Wiping her tears away with her sleeve she pressed the book even more tightly against her chest. This time she would not lose. Tearing her eyes away from his, her smile broadened.
“ My beautiful angel of sin, if you are so afraid of being alone you would suffer from it, then suffer.”
Moving closer to the tree she found herself being showered with his blood as the thorns once more pierced his helpless figure. For some time he endured in silence, but then with a soft command she send one of the spikes right through his chest, piercing his heart. His cry lingered within the space of the clearing, as if wanting to voice to it’s masters suffering. At another one of her soft commands the tree released him. As he lay on the ground trying to catch his breath, she stood over him, watching the blood flow from his many wounds into the small pool of crimson red at her feet. Then turning away in disgust she started out for the edge of the clearing again.
Crossing into the field of endless flowers she started to relax. She had finally made it all the way back to the beginning. She started opening the book when suddenly she found herself caught within his strong arms, wound around her slender form in a tight embrace.
“ Why should I suffer the company of sinners and fools too puffed up with their own pride. I’d rather be with you.”
Slowly she relaxed within his arms, letting the air escape out of her lungs. Leaning against him she sighed with pleasure. Then, turning around within his arms and resting her head upon his shoulder she whispered in his ear:
“ I’d rather be alone than perfected in sin and bound to love the way you are.”
Gently cupping his head in her hands she placed a single kiss upon his awaiting lips.
A strange calm came over me. Staring up at the blood red sky I could not imagine a place more peaceful and soothing. Coming into a sitting position I found an enormous book lying in my lap. Opened, as if I had been reading it before. Taking in my surroundings I found myself in a field filled with white roses. Perfect white roses as far as my eyes could reach. Turning my attention back to the book I found it had also been decorated with roses, it’s cover filled with their intricate design. It felt heavy in my lap providing me with a sense of weightlessness. As I turned it to look at the pages I saw they were crammed with writing in a language not like any other I’d ever seen. Curling and twisting over the page were lines in a multitude of colours. Some barely touching, others entwined like jealous lovers seemingly without visible beginning or end.
Leafing through the book I soon found all but one page covered in these writings. All but the last page. There, written in a fine masculine handwriting were following words:
To my love, the lady Lilith.
If perfection were to have a name it would be yours.
Not in His entire creation can there be found one creature such like yourself. You are, in all your perfection, his most unique find. Flawless on the outside and sinless on the inside, you are the single one being closest to God and I love you with all my heart. Therefore it is my honour and privilege to inform you that you have successfully rewritten Creation. Al sin has been purged from the face of the earth. Enjoy your so precious loneliness, my lady, for there is no one left to share it with.
Yours forever in shared passion and love.
Until we meet again in this life or the next.
Lucifer.
As the memory of those days long gone filled her with a feeling of pure horror she picked one of the white roses. Shielding the flower within her hands she simply took in the pure and unspoiled beauty of it. Such a fragile thing, a flower. Crushing it within her hands she threw the remains high up in the air the petals carrying away on the wind. They had been just like that flower. Taken away upon a wave of grief she clung to the book and cried her hearth out. Humanity was no more.
“Don’t touch me!”
Upon her scream hard rose vines shot up out of the ground, leaving the once flower covered earth bare and exhausted. Entwining the angel in a strangle hold, the thorns ripping at his clothes, leaving no skin untouched. As a tree of vines built up about his slender form she saw he was the last of the seven sins. Lucifer, angel of pride. Remembering what had happened to the other sins a shiver went down her spine. He would be better of without her. Pressing the book more tightly against her chest she started out for the field of flowers again. Crossing the small clearing she, banned him from her thoughts.
Slowly a tear crossed her face leaving a small wet trail accros her cheek. How she had hurt him then and still there was so much more to come.
“ Isn’t it better to live your life in sin then to suffer the pain of utter loneliness?”
The question, no more than a hoarse whisper from his bleeding lips, stopped her dead in her tracks. Slowly turning around she beheld his body, hanging from the once more lifeless tree of vines, held in place only by the thorns piercing his body and wings. Covered in shallow wounds, his eyes smothering from within he looked like a creature spun from the bowls of Hell. Still he was the single most beautiful thing in the whole of creation she had ever seen, his dark hair and soft feather wings perfectly complementing his pale skin, now covered in blood. Looking into his eyes, tears sprang into hers as she found deep within herself a fierce hunger to completely posses this being so unlike herself. To look upon a creature so beautiful is to die inside, someone once had said to her. As their eyes meed she suddenly knew this to be true. For a moment it looked like she would stay there, caught within his amber stare. Then a malicious smile spread across her face. Wiping her tears away with her sleeve she pressed the book even more tightly against her chest. This time she would not lose. Tearing her eyes away from his, her smile broadened.
“ My beautiful angel of sin, if you are so afraid of being alone you would suffer from it, then suffer.”
Moving closer to the tree she found herself being showered with his blood as the thorns once more pierced his helpless figure. For some time he endured in silence, but then with a soft command she send one of the spikes right through his chest, piercing his heart. His cry lingered within the space of the clearing, as if wanting to voice to it’s masters suffering. At another one of her soft commands the tree released him. As he lay on the ground trying to catch his breath, she stood over him, watching the blood flow from his many wounds into the small pool of crimson red at her feet. Then turning away in disgust she started out for the edge of the clearing again.
Crossing into the field of endless flowers she started to relax. She had finally made it all the way back to the beginning. She started opening the book when suddenly she found herself caught within his strong arms, wound around her slender form in a tight embrace.
“ Why should I suffer the company of sinners and fools too puffed up with their own pride. I’d rather be with you.”
Slowly she relaxed within his arms, letting the air escape out of her lungs. Leaning against him she sighed with pleasure. Then, turning around within his arms and resting her head upon his shoulder she whispered in his ear:
“ I’d rather be alone than perfected in sin and bound to love the way you are.”
Gently cupping his head in her hands she placed a single kiss upon his awaiting lips.
A strange calm came over me. Staring up at the blood red sky I could not imagine a place more peaceful and soothing. Coming into a sitting position I found an enormous book lying in my lap. Opened, as if I had been reading it before. Taking in my surroundings I found myself in a field filled with white roses. Perfect white roses as far as my eyes could reach. Turning my attention back to the book I found it had also been decorated with roses, it’s cover filled with their intricate design. It felt heavy in my lap providing me with a sense of weightlessness. As I turned it to look at the pages I saw they were crammed with writing in a language not like any other I’d ever seen. Curling and twisting over the page were lines in a multitude of colours. Some barely touching, others entwined like jealous lovers seemingly without visible beginning or end.
Leafing through the book I soon found all but one page covered in these writings. All but the last page. There, written in a fine masculine handwriting were following words:
To my love, the lady Lilith.
If perfection were to have a name it would be yours.
Not in His entire creation can there be found one creature such like yourself. You are, in all your perfection, his most unique find. Flawless on the outside and sinless on the inside, you are the single one being closest to God and I love you with all my heart. Therefore it is my honour and privilege to inform you that you have successfully rewritten Creation. Al sin has been purged from the face of the earth. Enjoy your so precious loneliness, my lady, for there is no one left to share it with.
Yours forever in shared passion and love.
Until we meet again in this life or the next.
Lucifer.
As the memory of those days long gone filled her with a feeling of pure horror she picked one of the white roses. Shielding the flower within her hands she simply took in the pure and unspoiled beauty of it. Such a fragile thing, a flower. Crushing it within her hands she threw the remains high up in the air the petals carrying away on the wind. They had been just like that flower. Taken away upon a wave of grief she clung to the book and cried her hearth out. Humanity was no more.
Strange things in motion
ok
so i decided so finally put some of my crap out there
i love deep thinking
and i am not that organized so when i decided to check on some of my ooooold old files i found a story ^^
an old old oooooold story by me for some stupid contest
i never did send it in
because i was to late and my mail malfunctioned
yes occasionally these things actually happen
its not some stupid excuse
besides, theres no way i would passup on the oportunity of free books :)
i looooooovvvvveeee books
ok point made
now
don laugh
i know its bad
i just wanted some people to read the story that didnt make it
and probably never will
darn drafting ^^
enjoy
or not....
oh
and let me know what you think if i may steal that little of your time :)
please?
so i decided so finally put some of my crap out there
i love deep thinking
and i am not that organized so when i decided to check on some of my ooooold old files i found a story ^^
an old old oooooold story by me for some stupid contest
i never did send it in
because i was to late and my mail malfunctioned
yes occasionally these things actually happen
its not some stupid excuse
besides, theres no way i would passup on the oportunity of free books :)
i looooooovvvvveeee books
ok point made
now
don laugh
i know its bad
i just wanted some people to read the story that didnt make it
and probably never will
darn drafting ^^
enjoy
or not....
oh
and let me know what you think if i may steal that little of your time :)
please?
Monday, May 07, 2007
NaNoWriMo 2007
By the by.
Its a little early but i want to anounce I have been looking forward to it ever since i didn't get to finish my last attempt...
I really really really want to make it this year!!
I already am working on the concept of it, No writing of course just character development and screen-play at the inside of my eyes.
I love daydreaming!!!
Endless hours can be spent in such a wonderfully remote and yet active way.
I doubt I'll be making it though. If all goes well I will be doing a double studies at the time so I may be pressing for time to write once again...
But once again, I'm soo looking forward to it!!
Wish it was November a few months early so I can use those endless summer months to write my novel..
Too bad though.
Find yourself interested yet? check out this link:
http://www.nanowrimo.org
It would be just grand if even more people entered the writing frenzy!!!
Hope to meet you at the after party this year!
^^
Its a little early but i want to anounce I have been looking forward to it ever since i didn't get to finish my last attempt...
I really really really want to make it this year!!
I already am working on the concept of it, No writing of course just character development and screen-play at the inside of my eyes.
I love daydreaming!!!
Endless hours can be spent in such a wonderfully remote and yet active way.
I doubt I'll be making it though. If all goes well I will be doing a double studies at the time so I may be pressing for time to write once again...
But once again, I'm soo looking forward to it!!
Wish it was November a few months early so I can use those endless summer months to write my novel..
Too bad though.
Find yourself interested yet? check out this link:
http://www.nanowrimo.org
It would be just grand if even more people entered the writing frenzy!!!
Hope to meet you at the after party this year!
^^
Maan maan yip yip yip yipyipyipyipyipyip
Stupid literature.
Somehow no one seems to really bother about it. What is there about literature that makes it an artform anyway. Yeah I know. Its a way of expressing ones self in a beautiful way. Words are more pressious than any kind of riches in the world. But somehow no one really bothers.
Why is that?
Is there really no one who cares?
About caring...
Ever noticed that whenever you get to caring for something and no one will pay attention to you caring and you are just about to complain about the lack of attention but then suddenly someone gets it into his or her head to suddenly react to your funny new habit so even the most wicked soul in the world cant really complain about a lack of attention anymore? Well it freaks me out.
And there'snot a whole lot that actually freaks me out.
Actually I tend to freak people out.
I really have no idea why...
:)
Ah well
Maan maan yip yip yip yip yipyipyipyipyipyipyipipyipyipyipyipyipyipyipyip
^^
Somehow no one seems to really bother about it. What is there about literature that makes it an artform anyway. Yeah I know. Its a way of expressing ones self in a beautiful way. Words are more pressious than any kind of riches in the world. But somehow no one really bothers.
Why is that?
Is there really no one who cares?
About caring...
Ever noticed that whenever you get to caring for something and no one will pay attention to you caring and you are just about to complain about the lack of attention but then suddenly someone gets it into his or her head to suddenly react to your funny new habit so even the most wicked soul in the world cant really complain about a lack of attention anymore? Well it freaks me out.
And there'snot a whole lot that actually freaks me out.
Actually I tend to freak people out.
I really have no idea why...
:)
Ah well
Maan maan yip yip yip yip yipyipyipyipyipyipyipipyipyipyipyipyipyipyipyip
^^
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Pink passion or passion play
Strange how every once in a while you can develope at a total random a craving for a certain colour..
Ah well. i guess pink is as good choice as any. And since I'm lately ( since when did years become lately?..) in the habbit of cutefying everything around me, it might even suit me. =D
But first let me elaborate the cutefying.
You must all agree everything has a certain charm. Ok given its very hard to be fond of something smelly and ultimately disgusting but then again, isnt that just the thing making it what it is?
Everyone is just what others make him/her/it to be.
Yes i realise i just opened the door to personifying every object everywhere.
My point is though, we are what we are made into.
No one and nothing develops into something just by itsself. Thats why everything even objects are important to mention. Because everythig relates to everyhting.
But I'm already wandering from what I wanted to say or explain although according to most people around me I'm no good at that...
Its honnestly not my fault!
I make things plain enough.. Don't I?
Anyway...
Cutefying.
It is the simplest and best way of thinking for anyone who simply wnats to adore evereything but can't get over the fact that some things, (and people..) are jsut so damn ugly.
I know they can't help it either but that doesn't change the fact.
What you do is you take a picture with your minds eye and you dress it in all pink lacy fruffles if its something you associate with female and in the very handsome lines of a suit or a tox if it is male.
Anyone ever notice that no matter what kind of male or how he looks they always look better in a suit? Did i mention this before?
I think i did, if i didnt i should have. =D
There is one downside though.. ( not to the tox part! What could possibly be wrong with something handsome and male? )
If you are not very selective in what you cutefy your mind will end-up cutefying most everything.. Which makes your world look somewhat like this..
Isn't that nice!! ^^
Btw did you notice anything???
=D
I altered my lay-out a bit.
Suddenly its all pink. ^^
No worries.
You'll catch the fever in time.
But maybe yours will be blood red.
Ah well. i guess pink is as good choice as any. And since I'm lately ( since when did years become lately?..) in the habbit of cutefying everything around me, it might even suit me. =D
But first let me elaborate the cutefying.
You must all agree everything has a certain charm. Ok given its very hard to be fond of something smelly and ultimately disgusting but then again, isnt that just the thing making it what it is?
Everyone is just what others make him/her/it to be.
Yes i realise i just opened the door to personifying every object everywhere.
My point is though, we are what we are made into.
No one and nothing develops into something just by itsself. Thats why everything even objects are important to mention. Because everythig relates to everyhting.
But I'm already wandering from what I wanted to say or explain although according to most people around me I'm no good at that...
Its honnestly not my fault!
I make things plain enough.. Don't I?
Anyway...
Cutefying.
It is the simplest and best way of thinking for anyone who simply wnats to adore evereything but can't get over the fact that some things, (and people..) are jsut so damn ugly.
I know they can't help it either but that doesn't change the fact.
What you do is you take a picture with your minds eye and you dress it in all pink lacy fruffles if its something you associate with female and in the very handsome lines of a suit or a tox if it is male.
Anyone ever notice that no matter what kind of male or how he looks they always look better in a suit? Did i mention this before?
I think i did, if i didnt i should have. =D
There is one downside though.. ( not to the tox part! What could possibly be wrong with something handsome and male? )
If you are not very selective in what you cutefy your mind will end-up cutefying most everything.. Which makes your world look somewhat like this..
Isn't that nice!! ^^
Btw did you notice anything???
=D
I altered my lay-out a bit.
Suddenly its all pink. ^^
No worries.
You'll catch the fever in time.
But maybe yours will be blood red.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Neuro behaviour and other auto acts of the brain
first thought
whats up with people
never mind that though
people are just people
they have always been people and will probably stay people for a very long long time still to come
second thought though
why is it that behavior always comes in such predictable patterns
i was surpiced to find that these days everyone is in on everything
so strange
according to this article i had to read people these days...
eghh
what the hell am i talking about
does anyting still matter
nothing changes
everyting's walking around in circles
bigger or smaller the result is the same
we are not going anywhere
third thought
then what are we still complaining about?
if nothing changes and everything returns to the way it was every once in a while
then whats the use complaining
just bide your time
it ll all come back to you
eventually
taking action usually speeds up a procces
so get out of your chairs
switch of the pc
and get your ass some fresh air
go for a walk
or maybe you want to go do a sport
whatever it is you like to do get back to it
it isnt to late yet
things are never to late
thats why people invented duck-tape
so that things that are broken can be mended
i need to sleep now
insomniatics with impulsive behaviour get tired too
whatever you do though
dont call me crazy ^^
whats up with people
never mind that though
people are just people
they have always been people and will probably stay people for a very long long time still to come
second thought though
why is it that behavior always comes in such predictable patterns
i was surpiced to find that these days everyone is in on everything
so strange
according to this article i had to read people these days...
eghh
what the hell am i talking about
does anyting still matter
nothing changes
everyting's walking around in circles
bigger or smaller the result is the same
we are not going anywhere
third thought
then what are we still complaining about?
if nothing changes and everything returns to the way it was every once in a while
then whats the use complaining
just bide your time
it ll all come back to you
eventually
taking action usually speeds up a procces
so get out of your chairs
switch of the pc
and get your ass some fresh air
go for a walk
or maybe you want to go do a sport
whatever it is you like to do get back to it
it isnt to late yet
things are never to late
thats why people invented duck-tape
so that things that are broken can be mended
i need to sleep now
insomniatics with impulsive behaviour get tired too
whatever you do though
dont call me crazy ^^
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
There is no way. There never is.
dont you ever think?
yes
i hope you do
miss use of this blog if you dont
if you dont think
get your very own blog now and try writing down a thought everyday
just something floating in your mind
there can be so many things going on that are beyond you now
however
what to do now
you got the package
you feel the presure
will you or wont you open the hunt
who is the mystery person?
to die
death
is it wrong to want to know about it?
what it is
what it feels likewhat now
what is next
i think that generally is the problem
there is the believe that after you die thats it
the end
nothing after that
yeah maybe some kind of heaven if your into religion that is
but nothing else
no more excistence on this earth
no more chocolate and chips
bad food
good food
weird drinks
great games
no more torturing times
but no good times either
then there is the thing
what will anyone give up for curiosity
what is curiosity
yes
i hope you do
miss use of this blog if you dont
if you dont think
get your very own blog now and try writing down a thought everyday
just something floating in your mind
there can be so many things going on that are beyond you now
however
what to do now
you got the package
you feel the presure
will you or wont you open the hunt
who is the mystery person?
to die
death
is it wrong to want to know about it?
what it is
what it feels likewhat now
what is next
i think that generally is the problem
there is the believe that after you die thats it
the end
nothing after that
yeah maybe some kind of heaven if your into religion that is
but nothing else
no more excistence on this earth
no more chocolate and chips
bad food
good food
weird drinks
great games
no more torturing times
but no good times either
then there is the thing
what will anyone give up for curiosity
what is curiosity
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