the red tooth

wanderingtangent:

The Black Keys - Tighten Up

gotta watch it.  really cute video.

electronicalrattlebag:

mappeal:

The Evolution of Man

larrychi:

No wonder my mouse was sticky this morning…

Oh, the futility of it all.. The goddamned uselessness of it all. You can have all the discussions in the world, hell, the universe, and you will still have the same shit wherever you go. What the fuck will it take for you to understand that?? Whatever you do to her, for her, will be worth NOTHING. Your very existence will annoy her. Because you’re too good for her. And she can’t stand that. She can’t effin’ take it. How can anyone else be better than her? How can anyone get anything better than her? She, who’s been through such a traumatic childhood. She, who’s made it through a life threatening disease. She, who deserves the very best. Of the best. Of the best.. And no one else can have what she has. NO one. Not even her progeny.

She has no conscience. She has no heart. All she has is herself. The only one she loves is herself. The only one she pities is herself. She will feel nothing but hatred, disdain, contempt, apathy for those other beings that dare to inhabit this planet of hers, god curse them. She will never trust anyone. Except her slaves. And she will show her love for her longest-serving slave with, heh heh, what better than a silice? The best one you can get. She will make him prove his loyalty with it.

You will never stop loving her. You will give your life for her. Now. Again. All over again. And once more. You will never change. You will roll all across the Sahara for her. You will swim all the oceans on Earth for her. And yet she will curse you for that minute-long break you took in Egypt to cut off that leg the snake bit. “You couldn’t take that little bit of pain for me??”, she’ll assert. “You ungrateful good-for-nothing little prick.” You’ll try to explain himself. God, you’ll kill yourself explaining. But then she’ll bring you back to life and kill you again.

And I wonder what I’m doing here.

i guess i’m going through the motions here.. every time i have a paper, the previous day i have this feeling in my belly. i guess it’s what they call the gut feeling. that feeling 0f foreboding. i know something bad’s gonna happen. i even know the exact time and the perpetrator. only one unknown face there. i know i can change it, stop it from happening, make it a successful instead of a suicide mission. but what do i do, as the world’s no.1 bottler? i prefer to blog about it. i prefer to watch Eagle Eye. i prefer to stay glued within the confines of my home theater, sitting right here on the couch, until my parents get back or the latest episode of Lost ends. even then, i’ll probably still be glued to this couch.

what is it that makes me do this EVERY. SINGLE. TIME??? Surely, there must be something that makes me so indifferent toward my future and the forces that have made my present possible?

Budaeli  » Blog Archive  » Behind every account is a human being (via indefensible)

Really interesting read about Favrd, Twitter, and Tumblr and the community that sprung up around them.

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it amazes me to no end how i can distract myself repeatedly and still not get anything remotely useful from it.. i am constantly preoccupied, and that preoccupation has become so much a part of me that i don’t realize that my life is passing me by.

the examples abound in my daily life, my routine, if you can call it that. i get up and notice that, for the love of God, yes, i’m a human being! this revelation keeps me pepped up for all of 5 minutes. and then things start getting awkward. for being a human i must contribute my fair share to society. somewhere deep in my heart, i fail to accept this fact that i must do something to get something.

Kahlil Gibran

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