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19:05
The moral of the story is, is we’re here on Earth to fart around. And, of course, the computers will do us out of that. And, what the computer people don’t realize, or they don’t care, is we’re dancing animals. You know, we love to move around. And, we’re not supposed to dance at all anymore. - Kurt Vonnegut
18:52
I shambled after as I’ve been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars
09:46
Home
by Will Hanson
Life has just been a blur of tiny cuts and being mad to live. I’m falling in love every day, and spending my time with people who are excited by life and never sleep. I’ve got to focus, but I’m running out of coffee, and I don’t really care. I’ve found the good life, whatever that is. I’ve let go, finally, and now I mostly just sit on the roof of my house in the sun and drink beers and talk shit and make grandiose plans for the summer.
We’re going to go to France and drink red wine and fuck Parisian girls and steal the farmer’s daughter. We’re going to work the farms to pay our way and cycle and sail across the country and for once, I take fulfilment from the fact that this is more than just fantasy.
I want to love the people who made the bad decisions and I want them to forgive me for telling them. I want to live with sunglasses on and unfocussed cameras and sweaty sweaty hair and soft lips and filter coffee and do, do, do until I’m sore.
23:52
13:51
We Outta Here Baby / Quelqu'un m'a dit
by Lil Wayne & Kanye West
The week of inner turmoil has hereby ended. I’m full of rage because some people are awful but I’m full of hope because some people are great. I need help, because a big part of me wants to crush his skull. For now I guess I’ll just keep trotting along. I’m playing a rap show tonight at a fancy bar with some really good bands. I am out of my depth and I forgot all my words… so that should be fun.
14:59
California Soul
by A Skillz
I shave with a cutthroat razor these days, and I mostly go around drinking too much whisky and insulting people by accident. I rap over blues bands playing improvs and get embarrassed when ladies tell me to ask out the barlady at the snooker club. I’m in love with the sun staying out later, even if I can’t afford a pint.
13:42
on motivation and fuck it
I’m in two minds. Firstly, I feel that it would be good for me to relax. I’ve been reading some Eastern philosophy such as Taoism and been reading a little Eckhart Tolle and within that I feel that the main theme is that I just need to chill. I need to stop worrying about how good I am. I need to not hate myself if I don’t get my work done, not get upset when I eat poorly. I need to acquire the ability to not give a fuck.
But on the other hand, I love getting motivated. To me, it’s a real rush to get really into something and do it properly. Not being patient, not waiting for it to come to me, but actually getting out there and doing the shit that I want.
So here lies the dilemma. I want to be in better shape. I want to get my grades up. I want to save money. But then there’s the other, just as healthy, idea of just saying ‘fuck it’ and enjoying life.
To play on a theme that goes around a lot and that many people realise; we are very insignificant. If we’re not already insignificant, then one day of our lives is even more so. So why worry? Can’t see the wood for the trees, like. Need to contextualise things and understand that a couple beers when I should be working is not a bad thing. Sometimes allowing yourself that demotivation is really necessary.
But then, that ‘fuck it’ ideology leads one to being lazy. And if I’m lazy, then I’m wasting my life. And no matter how technically insignificant it is, it is still pretty miraculous that I’m here at all.
I sometimes think that I just need to get the shit kicked out of me and have somebody take all the money out of my account and to lose my home and get kicked out of university and live on the streets. When I get rid of all the trees, then maybe I’ll be able to see the wood.
Is it better to follow the Taoist philosophy of detatchment and contextualising to find inner peace? Or will that just allow me to lead a life of laziness and have nothing to show when I die? There’s only so many times somebody can say ‘fuck it’ before things start to slip, and I don’t want to live in a world where I’m out of shape and not making music and not learning just because I’m adhering to a chilled out philosophy.
Fuck it.

