thought about a few things, didn't care to write them down

botched a performance tonight, so what

indulgent, indulgent

the life is not really about me, this thought

gets me through life, I think, it is the poet in me

understanding that my life is of little significance, actually
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learning to observe without judging
the random cocktail of nerons firing

maybe I went through it to quick

Alan Watts gave this lecture on worrying, and he talked about worrying about worrying , and I just thought to myself, what if there is no self, and our only purpose is to worry all the time, so we may create plastic for gods purpose?  

but seriously, what if there is no self at all, and there is will to power, what if there is nothing wrong with us, how can the cynical be both uplifting and depressing at the same time?  because it is selective cynical, because those who understand move through life easier, get what they want more.  The self the self the self, honesty has its own reward but big stories have greater endings, I like to watch them with popcorn

rantings, nothings, I orinally didn't want to write any of this down, but I had to, stupid stupid stupid, going down the road of halloween logic