Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost
'where is the love?'
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Castle on a Cloud
There is a castle on a cloud
I like to go there in my sleep
aren't any floors for me to sweep
not on my castle on a cloud
Ok, so Final Fantasy covered that song... well, I suppose attempted to cover is more like it. He switched all the lines around so that it didn't rhyme anymore and I laughed throughout the entire performance. It was falsetto. Very nice.
What is it that makes people so desperate to be unique? I see it in myself as well, that drive to be different, to be recognized, to be seen as separate from the crowd. But where does that come from? I suppose it's deep-seated in insecurity, maybe a lack of self-esteem. I think it's kind of a sickness. It would be a lot simpler if people just let themselves be who they are, completely without regard to how others might perceive them.
By the same token though, that could produce a lot of serial killers. So I guess there isn't really an easy solution. It's just depressing to see people mostly online going on and on about how atypical they are, and how people might think they're this or that, but really they aren't.
It's the same with falling in love, people are desperate to find the one who sees them for the real them. Because we all have different desires. When really I wonder if half these people are actually looking for love, or just looking for ratification of their innate 'differentness'.
There is a castle on a cloud
I like to go there in my sleep
aren't any floors for me to sweep
not on my castle on a cloud
Ok, so Final Fantasy covered that song... well, I suppose attempted to cover is more like it. He switched all the lines around so that it didn't rhyme anymore and I laughed throughout the entire performance. It was falsetto. Very nice.
What is it that makes people so desperate to be unique? I see it in myself as well, that drive to be different, to be recognized, to be seen as separate from the crowd. But where does that come from? I suppose it's deep-seated in insecurity, maybe a lack of self-esteem. I think it's kind of a sickness. It would be a lot simpler if people just let themselves be who they are, completely without regard to how others might perceive them.
By the same token though, that could produce a lot of serial killers. So I guess there isn't really an easy solution. It's just depressing to see people mostly online going on and on about how atypical they are, and how people might think they're this or that, but really they aren't.
It's the same with falling in love, people are desperate to find the one who sees them for the real them. Because we all have different desires. When really I wonder if half these people are actually looking for love, or just looking for ratification of their innate 'differentness'.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Rein
I got a random call from the ex tonight, asking me out to dinner. Being the mental case that I am, I agreed to go. Everything seemed fine, until again with the same questions, the same behaviour patterns repeating themselves. I wanted to ask him, how many more times will you make me crucify you? How many until you are satisfied? What do you want from me? A t-shirt? 'I survived him'. Or is it that you're desperate to make this bigger than it is, to have a story you can tell later in life? Whatever it is, I'm sick of it. So cut it the fuck out.
I got a random call from the ex tonight, asking me out to dinner. Being the mental case that I am, I agreed to go. Everything seemed fine, until again with the same questions, the same behaviour patterns repeating themselves. I wanted to ask him, how many more times will you make me crucify you? How many until you are satisfied? What do you want from me? A t-shirt? 'I survived him'. Or is it that you're desperate to make this bigger than it is, to have a story you can tell later in life? Whatever it is, I'm sick of it. So cut it the fuck out.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
"And I said, 'I pray you, show me which is the tree which caused Adam to stray.'
And the angel said, 'It is the vine which the angel Samael planted by which the Lord God became angered, and he cursed him and his planting. For this reason he did not permit Adam to touch it. And because of this the devil became envious, and tricked him by means of his vine.'" - 3 Baruch 4:8 (Greek)
"And during the transgression of the first Adam, she gave light to Samael when he took the serpent as a garment, and did not hide, but on the contrary, waxed." - 3 Baruch 9:7 (Greek)
I've always found religions fascinating... well more that religion, myth I suppose is my real interest. I don't so much find practice interesting, as the places where man and his surroundings intersect.
And the angel said, 'It is the vine which the angel Samael planted by which the Lord God became angered, and he cursed him and his planting. For this reason he did not permit Adam to touch it. And because of this the devil became envious, and tricked him by means of his vine.'" - 3 Baruch 4:8 (Greek)
"And during the transgression of the first Adam, she gave light to Samael when he took the serpent as a garment, and did not hide, but on the contrary, waxed." - 3 Baruch 9:7 (Greek)
I've always found religions fascinating... well more that religion, myth I suppose is my real interest. I don't so much find practice interesting, as the places where man and his surroundings intersect.
