Notes
Before you continue, I recommend you read this disclaimer.
Notes about that strange and almost incomprehensible emotion, Love. No pretense, no attempt hiding my feelings. First one ever.
More notes about that strange emotion which we all feel in our lives. Love, of course.
This one isn't about Love... wahoo, change of topic. Why Life is pointless, and worthless, but also so much worth it.
This is almost a compromise between poetry and Notes... Have you ever had a strange moment when you feel as though your eyes are pulled open further than is possible? As if by come strange mental G-Forces? This is not the result of drug or alcohol use, I'm serious, just strange thoughts flying through my head. In this sense, it is a lot like some of my surreal-type poetry. It flys through my head, and might not make any sense, at least not at the time. But it's incredible anyway.
Some Notes about a bit of depression I suffered during my tenth grade year.
The first in a few Atheistic arguments. I don't want to start a fight with any religious folk, if you truly believe in God or Gods, that is fine for you. But I don't, here's why.
The second in my string of Atheist arguments. More reasoning and substance than the first. But somewhat of a disclaimer as well.
The third in my Atheist argument series. Mainly just an excerpt from a writing by Alan Grant.
My second stream of consciousness. Somewhat of a short story, actually. A really short story. But it was all from a vision I had in English class (10th grade), so it's more stream of consciousness than it seems.
Well, I finally did it. Everyone knew I was going to put up a conspiracy theory section at some point, right? Well, didn't want to disappoint, so here you go.
As long as I did Conspiracy Theories, I might as well do UFOs, right? This if a bit different than what you might think it be, though.
Another stream of consciousness thing. Don't judge me, I have nothing against the obese. And as Mr. Yonkin said yesterday, "The narrator isn't always the author, don't make that mistake." In this case, that's true. I'm not the narrator. The narrator is supposed to be just a normal guy watching what goes on. Read on, young'en.
More fucked up, über-depressed writing from the mind of a chronically depressed, manically self-centered, self-absorbed pigfucker.
A bit about a friend of mine, a bit about myself, a bit about you, a bit about the world.
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