Killing a milkjug

I just killed a milk jug.

It didn't do anything to me.

I just wanted it dead.  So I killed it.

I just killed a milk jug.

I filled it with water, so I could drink it.

I just killed a milk jug.

I liked it when I used to put it in my fridge, because it would be cold.

I just killed a milk jug.

I would drink it when I was drunk.

I just killed a milk jug.

It was nice, but then I put it in my freezer, and it became ice, and I loved it, but it was too awesome, and I had to destroy it, and nobody could stop the butt of my knife from smashing into its plastic hide.  Over and over again I proceeded to batter the milk jug, with its ice inards, until it conceeded, and had to forfeit its life to me...

I just killed a milk jug.

I can hear its ice inards melting in my sink now.  I have no remorse..  I would do it again...  that milk jug had it comin, I tell yah.  I don't fuck around,

I'm very sad now...

Because,

I don't have a milk jug for my water now *[ ..

Unfortunate, but nevertheless, perfect...

Because now,

I will travel for my water,

Or...

Design my will to accept the water that is given to me - unabashedly...

What is it that you understand?

In what I just said?

Nothing?

Or...

Something...?

"Huh..."  is all I can say really, but I have a fast way of working things out - if you think that's appropriate for the sitch~u~way~shion...

No doubt.. You have no idea, but you are lost without proper direction > in most cases anyway = fuck all and never > less than \ besides the point + bottom line :-)

Hmm... ;{ strange it is how comunicate we do :/  but seems to be that we have found a new :-?    way to find ourselves in outer space ...~ # [     ]   {      }    &   why would we not find us out of place ... & $ ### * , but how could we not keep our pace ... {   }  but I can't face this waste ... ... ... and you find in distaste, the matter of the cast, that I have found at last, debattered and debast. I feel I could out last, any who could pass, my bitter fall to grass.  Nothing...

There is more...

But no more here...

Nothing left, but my bitter beer.

That I love so much, but I can't attend ~ the bitter end, to my favorite friend...

I love you much, and will miss you so.

I hope you know, because you know I know...

And when we find eachother I will see.

The way you look at the way I'm me.

And I wish I was, a little better at, making things real nice, as oposed to fucked and fat.

But I can't believe, everything I hear... and when it comes to you I don't know what I feel.

Crazy...  but I know you love me, and if you didn't then I would be dead already... PEACE... hahahahahahah...

No.

Seriously...

If you are reading this...

Then I own you [mwhahahahahaha].

You are my property.

I will destroy you ~ if necessary... (got to go)

theories of attraction

Opposites attract for three distinct reasons:

1.  If you find yourself attracted to one like yourself you are either...

     a.) Being somewhat incestous or...

     b.) Confused about who you are because of something.     

2.  You either love yourself or don't love yourself and if you are the later and attracted to ones like yourself then you will always be wanting, but if you are the former you will always be wanting more...

3.  They are the unknown wild card that you cannot predict, and because of this they have glamoured you w/o you having the slightest ability to thawart them and they feel a compatible feeling of comfortable wildness from you that enamours them with you in a similar way.

The culmination of this is the understanding of chaos and its finer points ~ especially in terms of intrapersonal (personal) relationships - as far as they refer to romanticism and sexualization ~ the double sided coin at its best.

The separation of church and hate

It seems to me that a lot of people harbor a little animosity towards God.  I don't really get into this myself, because God (whoever/whatever [if in existence]) is God, and because of this, is invested in everyone's "eternal soul".  In fact, God would have God fingers into pretty much just about everything, so the real question that most people get stuck on shouldn't be, "Why me?"  But much more simply just, "Why? (In general terms that is)".

For me, the question of "Why?" comes down to a choice, as in, "Why would I?" Or, "Why should I?" And I think that these questions run about in other's minds as well.  I'm not too positive as to the answers to any of these questions, but I think it's important for us to ask those questions to ourselves - from time to time...

The concern over "why?" is as old as they come.  It's cliché really.  I shouldn't even be writing about it, but unfortunately for you, I am a bastard, and will throw some metaphysical shit down your throat every now and then (even if it is a little dry sometimes).

You see, the real issue here is that the conversational conundrum of whether or not "God" exists, is simply a matter of choice on the part of the believer.  I say this with a small amount of flipancy, however, I got to say that "we" are a part of the equation, when talking about the possible existance of something greater than ourselves (at least).