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[Jun. 16th, 2004|01:49 pm] |
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The belief of a God is a false belief. There is not some omnipotent, omnipresent "being", but perhaps something much simpler. As I said, God is a false belief, not necessarily being untrue, just misrepresented. I believe in the concept of a singular consciousness of all life in the universe, or at least Earth, meaning that all life is connected through some sort of bond whether this is the soul or just energy. Our multiple consciousnesses, along with the consciousnesses past, combine to create a singular consciousness through which all knowledge, memory, and wisdom are kept. No heaven or hell, just a recirculation and redistribution of energy. This singular consciousness is what people are mistaken into believing is a God, instead of believing that they themselves are their own "God," capable of controlling their own life and destiny. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 7th, 2003|12:13 am] |
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| |  content | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Groove Armada - Superstylin' | ] |
Tomorrow is my yearly review at work. Being that my performance has been somewhat less than satisfactory for the past 5 months, I am, to say the least, a little afraid of what might be said. However, considering I do work with my father it might not be so bad. I may just be worrying too much. Oh well. Whatever happens will happen. That's the end of that.
I've been getting back into my movie watching groove again lately. It actually feels good to just step away from the computer and video games and watch some quality movies. I think I might go to Best Buy tomorrow and quite possibly buy a movie. I'd like to, but I don't know if it will happen or not.
Hope you feel better tomorrow Jennie. Maybe you can go to Best Buy with me if you feel up to it. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 20th, 2002|12:39 am] |
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| | good | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Beatles - Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band | ] |
I hate sleeping. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 4th, 2002|12:40 pm] |
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| |  discontent | ] |
Fuck this country. I want out. Fuck capitalistic christian bullshit. This country can fucking blow me. There is no God. Never has been, never will be. All you have is yourself. The only thing that you truly know exists is yourself. Trust only in yourself. Faith is for closed minded, unrealistic christians. It's all propaganda. The only thing you should believe in is yourself, not some all-righteous "being" that will make everything better when you die. GOD DOES NOT EXIST. Fictional bullshit to propogate "morals" amongst the stupid people that were around thousands of years ago. The bible is just ancient bedtime stories, nothing else. Propoganda to close your mind so that you will give your money and time to some "church" who will just spend it on more propoganda and ways of bettering themselves. Christianity is THE enemy. It's all bullshit. This country needs a fucking wake up call. I'm sick of it. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 18th, 2002|04:00 pm] |
It is better merely to live one's life,
realizing one's potential,
rather than wishing
for sanctification.
He who lives in filial piety and love
has no need of ethical teaching.
When cunning and profit are renounced,
stealing and fraud will disappear.
But ethics and kindness, and even wisdom,
are insufficient in themselves.
Better by far to see the simplicity
of raw silk's beauty
and the uncarved block;
to be one with onself,
and with one's brother.
It is better by far
to be one with the Tao,
developing selflessness,
tempering desire,
removing the wish,
but being compassionate. |
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[Nov. 5th, 2002|05:50 pm] |
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Well, from what I've heard today, it seems like my last post was just a false alarm. Hopefully someone isn't lying to me. I sincerely hope they're not lying, because I will find out. And if it is a lie, heads will roll, because I will not tolerate that shit in my apartment or being fucking lied to. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 5th, 2002|03:18 am] |
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| |  aggravated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | DJ DB - The Secret Art of Science | ] |
It's days like these that really piss me off. When the respect that should be shown to you for all the things you've done for someone just gets thrown out the window for a fucking piece of ass. Especially by someone that should show the most respect to you. It's really sad what some of us become just for sex. What does it mean anyway? Absolutely nothing. Just an act that we as humans do. There are only two species in the entire world that have sex for fun: humans and dolphins. You don't see dolphins having the same problem that we humans do. So what makes us so special? The fact that we can build buildings? The fact that we can make clothes? The fact that we can fly with machines? If anything that almost makes us seem weaker than any other species. We have ceased to become mammals. The definition of a mammal is a species that adapts to their environment. We destroy the environment so that it suits us. The human race is full of bullshit and liars. It pisses me off. It makes me want to go to Tibet and become a monk, not that that doesn't sound appealing anyway. Oh well. Bullshit will be bullshit and always will be. I must get to bed now because I have to be up in 4 hours. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 28th, 2002|01:57 pm] |
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| |  working | ] |
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| | Beatles - Happiness is a Warm Gun | ] |
In the pursuit of happiness,
On the quest of life,
On white splinters of light,
We are all evil. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 27th, 2002|07:37 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | depressed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Beatles - Yesterday | ] |
Well, it's Sunday night and I am at work, once again. Concentration has been a little difficult, but that's expected, I guess. Creativity seems like a good thing to me right now, but the bullshit I call "work" requires no creativity at all. It's really beginning to piss me off. I'm beginning to hate being me, and as wrong as I know that is, there really isn't too much I can do about it. Things are starting to get to me that I know shouldn't, but to deny your own feelings is not what should be done either. Sometimes it really sucks being a gemini. Every side I see just seems like complete bullshit. Oh well. C'est la vie. You're born, life sucks, you die, then it happens all over again. What the hell are we supposed to do about that? Not a damn thing. And that's really what sets me off.
I need a vacation. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 24th, 2002|10:19 am] |
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| | discontent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Sasha - Mr. Tiddles | ] |
When times are tough, times are tough. I've decided this morning to cancel my cable. Frankly, I never watch it anyway, and neither does anyone that's ever over. So I might as well just bring out the old rabbit ears and watch that way. An extra $40 is still an extra $40.
Why does our society have to be so wrapped up in money. Money is bullshit. It's little, thin pieces of paper that mean absolutely nothing. When everything is based on little pieces of paper in a folded little pouch, you know that society has fucking lost it. It's complete bullshit. Fucking capitalist bigots. Pisses me the fuck off. And yet we all have to play our roles in this fucked up exploitation machine called the United States of America. Fuck the economy. Fuck money. Fuck America. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 15th, 2002|06:30 pm] |
Do you know where darkness leads to?
It leads to a trail of unending winds and bends.
On this trail, you can hear the evil
and sadistic cries of the unknown.
You begin to see the blackness,
And eventually you begin to give in to its leadership.
You know you will survive,
But for how long is the question.
You start to feel anxious
And wonder what will ever happen to you.
Where will you go?
Where will you live?
The sanity starts to be pulled from your consciousness...
Or is it unconsciousness?
It's dark and untimely ways seem to make sense to you.
Before, they seemed sick and twisted and without hope.
But the black light has made your soul die,
And now all you can do is give in... and wait. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 9th, 2002|01:13 am] |
 | My sphere is Knight (Know Loyalty and Respect), and my class is Defender (Peaceful, yet Potent). I am a Retainer. To be a Retainer is to be the ultimate Knight. When the kings of old were threatened, or faced with any obstacle of special note, it was the Retainer they called upon to act in the liege's name. To be an excellent Retainer is to bring great honor to yourself and those you work for, while instilling happiness and security in the people around you. What kind of Warrior are you? | |
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[Oct. 8th, 2002|03:48 pm] |
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| | working | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Sasha - Airdrawndagger | ] |
So my friend and I, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) xsivebpm, have a new project to work on this week. Hopefully this mix will come out better than the other ones we've tried so far. I tried my hand at mixing a small version of the "Hymn of the Fayth" from Final Fantasy X last night. It could definitely be better. I think I might add a nice bass line to it.
My Initial D fetish is getting out of hand. I've spent about half of my time at work looking up shit. I've found some good stuff on it, too. If you don't know what Initial D is, you can go here for some nice links.
That is all. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 7th, 2002|07:47 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | mellow | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Nick Warren | ] |
Well a new has come and nearly gone. Work is shit, as usual. Another day of getting nothing done. My friend has almost beat Kingdom Hearts. That is about the highlight of the evening so far. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 7th, 2002|12:18 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | peaceful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | John Digweed - Heaven Scent | ] |
Love is sweet
And love is sorrow
Love is lust
And lust is pain
Hate is virtue
And hate is grief
Hate is justice
And justice is innocent
Sadness is longing
And sadness is unbearable
Sadness is mine
And I am alone
Anger is loving
And anger is hatred
Anger is death
And death is life
Sickness is death
And sickness is happiness
Sickness is joy
And joy is nonexistent
Fame is dead
And fame is starving
Fame is envious
And envy is denial
Loneliness is clean
And loneliness is sensual
Loneliness is disgust
And disgust is pain
I am but a man
And life is but a pain
Sickness and in health
I shall remain |
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