Monthly Archives: March 2004

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“Every time you thought you were the pilot, it would go off in an unexpected direction to remind you that you were just a passenger.” (*mnatus)

heh, since i had learnt that my m0m reads my blog and lj, my attitude to writting have lost somehow something; this nice shade it had on, seducing bit of shadow on the face of a reader. it was stupid, any face is not a no-face, quite a contrary it is the face. and it happened that it was face of my m0m. hehe, you need to understand that since my early years i was trying to ‘keep my profile low’ in terms of relationship with parents. and especially i was taking care not to tell them anything important from alchemical point of view, because the process needed darkness and i didn’t need their concerns and expectations. i was having enough problems with myself and i knew i can not expect help from them. fucking mysteries of a growth.

i love you, my parents very much. call me neurastenic but, please, stay away from this what i do without the purpose, k? please stay away from my love, from my writting and from my music. why? because you are my parents, for fucksakes, gods, give me a break! as i do not do certain things in your presence IRL i also don’t want in the same time to withhold myself from fleshing into words any fucking blasphemy i might find fancy to pass thru my amazing and fucked up mind.

from the other hand: why do i care, why do i give a fuck? why and how can i refuse anybody (mother is permitted too) having the experience one seems to crave for? to quote bill hicks ‘why be so selfish as to deprive her of that thrill? or do you want her to meet chuck norris?’ (’twas the sketch about using terminally ill people as stuntsmen in the movies)

and ok, here is another bullshit quiz, designed to rise up the morals of pitfull units taking this psychotest: wow, look who am i! thank fucking god somebody could express my great uniquity in so clear terms… i guarantee you any bullshit data you can feed in it will result in noble diagnosis. ok, that is me:

You are a Creative Assertive: Creatives seem to
manifest only as Creative Assertives. They
often display heightened sensitivity and
perceptual ability. They’re absorbed in their
work, reflective, self-sufficient, sometimes
volatile, and visionary; they question life and
themselves. They’re designers, artists,
novelists, dancers, and musicians.

What is your Natural Life Energy?
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Ha!

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non(un?)-catchy tunes for tripping people. under construction .

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fuck, it’s been a long time since i have been here, in journalspace. i am in flux. gotta run.

Angel
the quizz claims:
You are one of the few out there whose wings are
truly ANGELIC. Selfless, powerful, and
divine, you are one blessed with a certain
cosmic grace. You are unequalled in
peacefulness, love, and beauty. As a Being of
Light your wings are massive and a soft white
or silver. Countless feathers grace them and
radiate the light within you for all the world
to see. You are a defender, protector, and
caretaker. Comforter of the weak and forgiver
of the wrong, chances are you are taken
advantage of once in awhile, maybe quite often.
But your innocence and wisdom sees the good in
everyone and so this mistreatment does not make
you colder. Merciful to the extreme, you will
try to help misguided souls find themselves and
peace. However not all Angelics allow
themselves to be gotten the better of - the
Seraphim for example will be driven to fighting
for the sake of Justice and protection of those
less powerful. Congratulations - and don’t ever
change - the world needs more people like you.

*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*
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what a bullshit