If there is reincarnation, I hope that I come back as some critter with an easy life. Anything in the Archaea or Bacteria domains would be great. If I get stuck slumming in the Eukaryote domain again then I hope that I’m a fungus, amoeba, any type of plant or maybe a jellyfish.
Some people post about experiencing burnout on here but they are each DOING something: they’re working 2 jobs, coping with some stressor or maybe they’re students. They are balls-to-the-wall: of course they feel tired. But there’s no stressor for myself that I can think of. My nerves are completely […]
Ah, Baby Boomers you gotta love ’em. Raised by the Greatest Generation, the Boomers are a demographic oddity probably unprecedented in human history. Swayed by the meth-induced scribblings of Ayn Rand (to the extent that we have namesakes such as Rand Paul) the Boomers were taught to spin their hamster wheels toward a shiny Jetson futurama, alone in their wheel except for a carrot and stick to guide them.
Pooling their savings together into the tax loophole called 401k, they loaned trillions to what’s become obvious as a shell game and pyramid scheme of global capital flight; which seeks the cheapest labor inflates […]
In her tiny self-portrait, she is (also) posing in a garbage dump.
“The leader and figurehead of the opposition and main target of vilification was Leon Trotsky. Serge left Vienna and sped to join the struggle for the soul of the revolution. Discussion, not to speak of opposition, was stifled. Votes were formalities, forced through by the newly created majority – the Lenin levy, 250,000 new recruits to the party who owed everything to the party apparatus. Poets, worker militants and intellectuals were committing suicide from despair. The other side of repression was corruption. By the winter of […]
Only I stand in the way of a glorious reunification of the Korean Peninsula. My actions have been evil, but I am now prepared for my execution.
Please send instructions for my surrender and extradition to: changeling7110 [at] gmail [dot] com
A 500-metre (1,600 ft) drop would take the train to 360 kilometres per hour (220 mph) close to its terminal velocity, before flattening out and speeding into the first of its seven slightly clothoid inversions.
Each inversion would have a smaller diameter than the one before in order to maintain 10g to passengers while the train loses speed.
After a sharp right-hand turn the train would enter a straight, where unloading of corpses and loading of new passengers could take place. more
Donna calls politely
Over the loudspeaker
Lunch is ready
Line up in front
If you have a chore
Oddly the sports section
Is here on the table
Crown Vic’s went new
Its full page ad reads
Just $18,6 in March of ’94
Two vets planning to buy
A couple of scratch-offs
Walking laps 13 to a mile
They’ll go together
On the way home
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On this website I have enjoyed reading what so many of you bravely share. Frankly, many of you seem smarter than the folks that I encounter in real life. You are deep thinkers, well read and probably smarter than me. I’m afraid to ask anyone in the real world. But I’m curious about what you think.
So, here goes: does the World3 simulator seem realistic in it’s forecast of trends? Sometimes I wonder if World3 explains our depression (maybe deep down […]
I’ve read that depression is based on self-loathing.
I’ve never experienced sober happiness the way others seem to. Â Looking back on my life, the parts that I think of as happiness are brief moments of relief from this always-present guilt that seems to hover over my head. Â When it briefly lifts once in awhile, that’s happiness to me. Â It makes me feel lonely too, and I wonder if others ever suffer from the same thing.
I wondered if I’ve been hating myself. Â It’s true that I don’t like myself, but “hate?” Â That seemed a little too […]
It makes me feel even more lonely.
I wish I had a girlfriend here in my bed to fuck.
Sometimes you’ll see one go huffing by with crap running down their legs.  That’s dedication and grit, both of which I haven’t got.  I brought a kitchen knife out deep into the woods one lonesome hike when I was 13.  Now I’m 41 and there’s still turds falling outta my jock strap.  They can “maybe” into one hand and piss into their other. What a stupid waste of  time.
Is it possible to plug one’s self  up, in order to explode automatically?
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