Thoughts About Afterlife.
After reading “Sign Here if you Exist” by Jill Quinn, I got to thinking about my own views on life after death, and how I feel about the whole topic in general. What I got from the article was this: Out of the trillions of cells in your body, only about 10 percent of them are actually yours. The other 90 percent is composed of bacteria, parasites, bugs, fungus, and all that good stuff. Basically, you pick them up as you go, and your body somewhat harbors the other 90%. Essentially, we borrow nature during our life just as much as nature borrows us, and in the end, we’ll end up fertilizing someone’s lawn, being the nutrients in a crow’s meal, or just soil for people to walk on. It’s inevitable that our bodies will live on forever, just not in the present form. I’d like to end this post with two quotes, the first, though I don’t listen to the band anymore is from System of a Down’s “Aerials”. The second is from the actual text that I linked.
“Life is a waterfall, we’re one in the river and one again after the fall”
“We’ve had it backward all along: the body is immortal, it’s the soul that dies”
Some more journals
8-26: So today i forgot my ID AND my meds. Fucking shit. I also didn’t eat breakfast because being hungry gives me a boner. Anyways, why the hell does that dumb ass bitch always open a can of pop in here what a whore. I just really want to shit in a u..(illegible, assuming it said urinal).
8-30: Yesterday i raped (rapped) a bunch to piss off my friend tim because he doesn’t like “the rap” music. He insists that i’m white but if i was my album wouldn’t have gone platinum. Im a trill ass nigga and i dont give a fuck bitch. niggernggernigre
>Tard walks into my work
>Tard buys a LARGE coffee
>realize it’s the “mess bitch” tard
>Tard spills entire cup of coffee on the floor
>Tard panics and runs out of the store, the long way
>coffee tracks throughout entire store
>mfw i have to clean it up
So in my Modern Lit. class we have to journal for 5 minutes at the beginning of every class.
I’ve decided that I will start posting the journal entries that best represent the state of mind that i’m in at 8 in the morning. Also, i’d like to mention that I will be copying these DIRECTLY from my notebook because i make the best grammatical mistakes in the morning.
12-9: I just had the greatest idea. Im going to apply for the mall santa job. I know that i will get the job because im awesome and everyone else sucks fucking cock. When i do get the job im just going to take a bunch of viagra so that all the little kids can sit on my boner. hahahahahaha. boner
I’m thinking lots of thoughts right now. Thoughts about murdering whores, moving on with my life, going to college, Battlefield 3, making new friends, letting go of old friends. It’s all really interesting shit. I feel like having two separate social lives (Sioux Falls/Sioux City) is just a real pain in the ass. I also feel like there should be a significantly less amount of Mexicans in the U.S. Or everywhere for that matter. I’m also thinking about how i have to wake up for work in 3 hours, and how scatterfucked this post is.
But mainly i’m just thinking about murdering whores.
Why am i so goddamn sexy?
I made my theme “Plaid” because i’m a fucking faggot.
tumblr as fuck
I’m going to post the most obscure fucking bullshit that anyone has ever read, and occasionally serious shit, right here on this dog shit site.