March 2012
“No, you can’t deny women their basic rights and pretend it’s about your...”
– President Barack Obama (via freelanceof-art)
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February 2012
I’m making a promise to her and to myself. Never to get so low and down and out that I go off on the people that don’t deserve it. To think before I act in as many situations as possible. Watch your tongue, boy. It’s dangerous when you don’t think. I’m gonna the main man. I’ve proven I can stop myself from droppin the ball. Ancora Imparo. I’m still...
Fuck it.
I’m eatin a snickers and jerkin off. Fuck today.
Moshing is the greatest way to release your anger
Music doesn't tangibly Exist
Moby: "Music is so ubiquitous you know. It is such a normal part of our lives but it can do so much. They play is at funerals, they play it at weddings. People play music to have sex, they play music to cry. People play when you're trying to get armies to march into war. And what's amazing about music to me, it doesn't exist. All it is, is air moving a little bit differently. But somehow air moving a little bit differently can make someone weep, it can make someone jump up and down, can make someone move across the country and cut their hair."
Neil Degrasse Tyson: "So what you mean here of course is that there is not a "thing" that you look at and say "that's music". It's a construct of our brain responding to moving air."
Moby: "Most art forms, you can put your hand on them. You can touch a sculpture. Music by definition doesn't exist and it never can exist. Like the moment that air hits your eardrum, it's done. It's gone. For that microsecond it affects you emotionally and the music is gone. We think music exists because you're like "what about CDs and vinyls?". Those are just delivery vehicles. Convenient ways of recording and storing electronic impulses that will move air a little differently.
Neil Degrasse Tyson: "So you're saying that music doesn't exist physically yet has the greatest power over our emotions than anything anyone has ever devised. That's scary. That's scary beautiful. "
Nigel's thoughts before bed.
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I need to quit fuckin around so late when I gotta be up so early.
Gonna sign this write up tomorrow. Would be funny if I woke up late again.
Fuck being awake.
Fuck sleep.
I really wish she'd stop giving this guy shots to redeem himself.
My legs are still sore from Friday.
Mother fucking friday.
Too many personal posts back to back using the chat format. Fuck it.
I'm a mess.
Well. Time to get myself mentally ready to not care again.
So much for progress.
Another one of Nigel's grand accomplishments to add to the record books.
It's not your fault Nigel. Quit over thinking it.
I do too much of too little.
I need to get back in school.
I need to get a car.
I need to shut the fuck up and go to sleep.
How come I can say all this shit about extra determination and overcoming obstacles when I fell on the first hurdle?
Look me in these blackened eyes. LOOK ME IN THESE BLACKENED EYES!!!
Here's to bad dreams and empty feelings.
Here's to clear roll up and too much to drink.
Here's the fist I'm ready to use so badly.
And the knife.
Ohhh.. My knife.
In their last moments, people show you who they really are. Would you like to know which of your friends were cowards?
Nigel.. go to sleep. Just.. go.
I gotta get out of this place.
This is the end of chasing dreams gone by. everlong is this goodbye.
Oh February. Fucking February.
Fuck it all and fucking no regrets. remember?
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betweentheburiedandgerald replied to your chat: Rella
how is she still alive? D:
Because no matter how slow she might be at times, she’s still my niece. And murdering her, tying her up, and throwing her into a river would mean I don’t get anymore fun times with her. You know.