Seriously, where did all this great music come from. Seems as though times are passing by and nothing is sufficient in terms of fulfilling music. But thanks to the internet and choice expletives, many tunes are found across the vast reaches of what is called the interweb. Thank you Pandora, a saint in many aspects.
..Oh who am I kidding..
and the animals i’ve trapped, have all become my pets.. and i’m livin off of grass, and the drippins from the ceilin. its okay to eat fish, ‘cause they don’t have any feelings.
something’s in the way… (cant locate or disseminate)
days for post operational facility cleaners are a day late to the disparaging.
More than just spades and aces..
I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn’t make for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.
oh how sad it is to relate.
"Charles Bukowski (via monsta)
(via whtevrsclevr)
the ultimate interrogation of any existence: ‘is it provable? can you experience it? when did it happen?’ all of the previous have been plaguing my mind now for some time. as the quest continues on for knowledge, existence seems to be the most eluding of all subjects. considering cognitive functionality within the mind could possible be a figment of the imagination, an object to hold onto in order to fulfill our daily goals.
done ranting. #stillwatchingyouwatchmewatchyou
