Random Thoughts From Both Sides of My Brain i.e. Dual Lobe Mental Expansion
 

A simultaneous occurrence without an end in sight.

It’s been quite simple for me really to think with both sides of my brain. It comes naturally since birth. To travel from one side to the next is simplistic chaos and performed without effort and the easier it becomes with time. Time, a word less harsh than “becomes with age”. Another soliloquy for future reference.

What is it like to see or hear a person and not have a part of me that sees into the depths of their soul and feels their joys and sorrows? The side they don’t want others to reveal but is exposed for all to see subconsciously.

Silence is never quiet enough for a restless soul.

What is the true purpose of our being? To be self gratified year after year until our death? To entertain or pleasure anything that I so desire within myself to come into being? Is it our interactions with others that makes our own self gratification much more pleasurable or worthwhile? Would you consider my interactions with others no matter what level to be only performed for my own amusement, advancement and whims at that moment? How do I cross the paths of each person I meet? Who predetermines this path? Is it I or is it someone on another astral plane within my own universe. We all have created our own universe’s from the time we are conceived. Some individuals such as myself for instance, have several universes that I have created within. Now, let’s not think of multiple personalities, for that is far from the facts and philosophical writings at this time. To have the capability of reaching out onto other levels so to speak, to go beyond the confines of your very own existence. Looking but more importantly, traveling deeper within you see the paths that lead to great expanses outside ones self.

Observations and previous convictions to the enslavement within the corporate pig environment. To be brainwashed (others refer to as being raised), into believing that such an enslavement is good for each person and that it is the path for all of us to follow. Who was the original leader of such a movement to control the masses? The road less traveled has many branches, and thus the branch into enslavement within the corporate pig environment.

I am trapped within my own body but not in spirit.

I’ve opened myself to many a person only to be rejected, scoffed and shunned. Then there are the few that I have opened myself to, the chosen ones. The chosen ones I can count on my one hand for they see the true me inside and outside and there is this common bond between us that foregoes any earthly existence. If discussed, they feel it too. Finally there are the ones that continue to subject themselves, only to continue to be my muses. For which I am grateful they do, it humors me immensely.

My life is a series of ups and downs as I am to term within this realm of existence, but only to myself is it fact that there are no ups and downs but only my true destiny which I am living daily for although I may not know it now, I have seen it before. In other words, I have experienced it already so wouldn’t you consider life to be jaded?

What I write, is it only my imagination going rampant with thoughts of idealism or is it naked reality?

A superior manifistation of mental masturbation? I think not.

Can we vote? I vote A.

Try college. You'll get it out of your system.

Or make it worse. Ever sat in a class where 20 people in a row read poems about the nakedness of their souls and the connections they sensed with all living beings and how tormenting it all is and my thesaurus has spooge stains on it and sometimes I cut myself so my mind can escape from the prison of my sordid suburban existence and here's a picture of a unicorn that I drew.

I'm an attention whore too. But my scathing wit is teh l33t, as everyone can attest. :eyebrow:

I never thought I'd find myself agreeing with you.

but I KNEW I'd agree with you.........um, superior? nah.

Hmm, I parsed this differently.

Sure, as long as you didn't chafe yourself.

Totally agree.

What is with VF? There have been others, similar existential angst types, writhing on the floor, stroking the unique and utter genius of their penis (i really like that!!) but WTF? This is like tw after a big, nasty bong hit. Right before he throws up. Yuck. :vomit:

Roses are 0xFF0000
Violets are 0x0000FF
chown -R you ~/base

vf got you to post in his/her thread. mission accomplished.

She got you too!

/point
/laugh
/duck

Oh, VF is a she. The penis thing doesn't work then. For some reason she sounded like an adolescent boy to me. A swing and a miss. She's NBN's friend, though. That should explain it.

Her profile does have a funny pic in it. Also according to her profile she's hot, single and a starving artist (hmm, wonder why).

i can understand the single and starving. but hot? maybe she needs A/C.

I think that fireplug-or whatever the hell it is-up between her legs is supposed to symbolize something but I'll be damned if I know what.