For all the love that I have for the sea, when I am actually right in the middle of it, far, far away from land, then I am just fucking panicking. My mind refuses to acknowledge a situation where land is not just around the corner.
Justified text is basically the difference between standing with a straight back as compared to slouching. Makes you look a whole lot smarter without really adding to your IQ.
As more and more of my interactions with the world around me is sent through the prism of digitalia, I can actually feel a distinct and deliberate urge to cocoon. If that makes any sense.
Ever so often, I refuse to do what someone tells me to do just for the sake of it. It might even be something that I had actually wanted to do but now that I am being told to do it, I will refuse. And I can just read the person’s thoughts as they go “Why the fuck are you acting like such a retard” and in my head I am thinking “Because I can”.
Sure, I aint no everest climber but I can be pretty stubborn when I want to.
Persevere sounds eerily similar to perspire.
The word “grunt” sounds so animalistic. Grunt.
I think cartoons, to a large extent, can be blamed for the anthropocentric nature of our minds. If you actually think a fucking cat can walk on two feet and play the piano, it ain’t no surprise that you are unable to think of a method of thought which is not human.
I seriously do wonder what it would be like to get into some animal’s brain.
I wonder which animal I would choose.
Perhaps a camel. In the Sahara. Or in Mongolia? I don’t know. Undecided.
I like indecision. It is quite annoying at times but I still like it. The illusion of choice, the belief that I might end up doing this OR I might end up doing that. What a wonderful feeling. How optimistic, how brave etc etc.
Today I shall dine like a king. “Eat drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die. Cause we’re trippin billies”