Smile. It's good.

This afternoon was good. It started with solitude, warm late afternoon sunshine and The Crystal Method. The evening was good too. So, :)

Darken that bass.

Yeah.

Today was beautiful...in terms of the weather. Thus, I managed to enjoy about 20 minutes of bliss while listening to Chilling Matenda on my terrace; the warmth of the 10 a.m. sun of my back; looking over the green of the lawn below me; a clear day with a cool breeze.

Yet.

I'm dissatisfied. With the world. With people. Mostly with people. But it's ok.
It's ok.
It's ok.

Get it?

It's ok, but it's not fucken beautiful.

Toodoo

We humans are a funny bunch. We always need something to do. Some of us get paid to do what we do, like workers get paid to work, nasty sorts get paid to do you in, y'know.
And if we don't have anything to do then life becomes kooblah, pointless.
Given that there are a load of people who rejoice at having nothing to do; like "Yahoo! It's so nice to have nothing to do after a long, hard week." That's it till Monday comes and they're doing it again.
Do it. Doing it. Done it. Does it. Did it. do-nologic.
What about those who don't have much to do? Me, for example.
I write here. What are you doing, reading this?

Beatbombing.

Bombing = The art of doing any form of graffiti. [Urban Dictionary]
Beat = The thing that gets your head bobbing, foot tapping, fingers snapping.

Beatbombing = Lyrical stattaco/superflow/subliminal spell conveying ideas/dreams/thoughts brought on by a combination of slick beats and tunes. In other words, verbal graffiti inspired by your state of mind created by the music you're listening to. Progressive house works for me.


[While listening to Christian Smith - Flyertalk; 4:44 onwards]
Slickin it up/colours explode slow/purple green blue/loops meld and flow/sweeps rush and come/build build BUILD/the fucken beat comes on and I'm complete/rushin pulsing smooth power sweet/fucken heady flow this tune I swear.

Different Colours

I like chewing gum, and when I do, I try to avoid looking like a cow.
18/3 Metro 21:50

Points noted from the comments on the previous post.


Drew: "Maybe you won't get admitted into heaven, but you sure as hell will give someone a chance of dreaming of one."

Jess: "I think helping the poor is awesome.but it's so important to see them as fellow human beings too..like you said, you have to show them love..after all that's what it's abt isn't it?"

Var: "but it is even worse for the person who helped, his conscience forbares from commiting an act of righteousness, his conscience is inundated by inconsiderate gain in the strata of the status quo. But yes... as Paul sas, it is by grace you have been saved and not by works. works is the vindication of salvation."

Ah well.
I like chewing gum.
I don't like hypocrites. I pity the disillusioned. There's a lot to life. If you could put a single person's thoughts of an hour into a bowl, that bowl would be really interesting.
A lot of rubbish gets written online *looks around*

Hehe.

8 a.m. Red.

While having my breakfast this morning I browsed through a newsletter which had ‘connecting with World Mission’ as its tagline.
It made me sick. The whole paper reeks of neo-imperialism cum oh-those-poor-deprived-bas****s-of-the-Third-world.
Glossy photographs of ‘the good work’ and smiles galore, article headlines such as “…Teaching English. Tarantulas. Diarrhoea. No toilet roll.” No toilet roll?! Boo fucken hoo.
I’ve nothing against the idea of people leaving the comfort of their homes to go and help some street kid or diseased 80 year old thousands of miles away.
However, when such work is done by people who are out to ‘do good’ just cuz it’s part of being a good Christian, or out of some idealistic moralist high ground, then it pisses me off.
If you go around doing good deeds so you can fill your moral kitty with shining examples, then you don’t deserve heaven. You’re a scheming, selfish idiot.
If you go out to help in someplace where you don’t have the facilities of where you came from, shut up about the lack of amenities. You made a choice.
The world has its dark areas. The people living in them are not stupid. They are the way they are because of a host of causes: of their own making and of the doings of others. It doesn’t take a person who wears gloves while helping them to show them that there is a better life. Love does show them the way, and those who work with a genuine heart have my gratitude. But, most of the time, the ones being helped already knew about a better world long before they even saw a clean faced stranger reaching out to help them.

Blue Judith

Am I dreamin now? Walkin on the moon
And I don't know how to reach you baby
Every time I try to move closer
Deepest Blue - "Deepest Blue"

I'm not a fan of the 'baby' part vis a vis how it looks when it's written.
Walkin on the moon? No. More like walkin in my room..up and down..cuz "I don't know how to reach you."
Secret days, a few friends whose time weaves with mine, hours flowin past with little productivity; there's always somethin that needs to be done; but life's easy for now.

Now..until:

Later: When it gets busy with study. This later is going to become the present in about 20 minutes.
Even later: When the exams are over and summer's here when - if you were following, I said "life's easy for now" -  life should be simply amazing.

The faint dullness of the present is easily borne when I look to the future. It (the future) is in my hands. Responsibilty - major, no doubt, but delightful. Like a plain white sheet in front of you..you can do anythin on it, to it, with it. However, unlike a plain white sheet, the future is so much more, it's mine (it could be ours..haha..but are you that somebody?) and I can do anything I want.


Slick.


"I don't know how to reach you" ? Just words of a song.

I do.