Chaos-Total disorder. The disordered state existing before the creation of the ordered universe.
I am Chaos
Death is always an option. I stick around to see what the next day will bring
and when it bores me or becomes to painful I hope that death will come.
If I must go find it I know where to look.
Love and relationships.
GOD
I thoroughly enjoy this life I am not saying otherwise but I know that a great
secret lies beyond. I will await and then meet this secret with great
anticipation until then I have this.
I am not sure why it seems to so many people that
this is the way a life should be measured. That if one is not in love
or at least claiming to themselves that they are, than your life is lonely
and they feel sorry for you. I at times feel sorry for them. I do what
I want without having to think of someone else and to most that will sound selfish and that
is how I will be viewed. I was in love once and still am and all I can hope to achieve
with
someone else will be a pitiful attempt at creating a mirror of what that was. I will not
dishonor her that way.
Sex on the other hand is shallow and incomplete but as a citizen of modern day America I have been
taught to be selfish and shallow through advertising, Madison Avenue telling me what will make me
happy and what they say will make me happy always has a supermodel on its arm and anything other
than that makes me incomplete, but when I follow that existence I am viewed as the world
views the likes of me. While secretly others wish to know what goes on in my head, in my world, it intrigues
them to know that private individuals exist in this very unprivate world.
Nietchie said God was dead. I believed this for a time thinking that if there was this supreme
being than why does he allow the things to happen in this world that do. Shit why does he allow the
things to happen to me that do. Then I realized, I guess you can say the clouds parted and I was
enlightened. That this supreme being was never going to descend from the sky and change my life.
Rather he was going to allow all the things happen to me that have and instill in me principals
that Madison Avenue would gladly steal from me. The virtues of a human being and the
greatest one
just to live and let live.
Nietchie was wrong God, is alive and well and hanging out in the West Village on any given night
and most definite Friday and Saturday nights. But everyone thinks he is a crazy man rambling about nothing, he is a tricky fellow changes looks everyweek so I can't recongize him.