If there was a way to express color as sound, would you listen? Because the colors and sounds and smells of life surround you in your waking slumber, imbue your environment with life, vivacity, beauty - and you roll over and plug your ears. The cotton blocks your eyes, your flesh, your soul from encountering the miasma of elegance that suffuses every particle of air you breathe. Have you ever seen the beauty of violence? The plague under a microscope looks just as breathtaking as the most perfect of diamonds, and sings sweetly the songs of death and suffering. The clarity of pain, the simplicity of blood and trauma,the unadorned passing from life to death that strips from men their illusions of grandeur, their damned pretensions and vanities held throughout the farce they call their lives. At the moment of death, the richest and poorest are equal in the impassive face of the void, stripped bare of clothes, lies, appearances, recrimination. Death is the equalizer, the portal. The unknown isn't so very frightening, is it? That peaceful passing from the tension of the world into the relief of the next? And don't fool yourself, it is peaceful. The most violent, destructive, unbearable death is peaceful at the very last, for the pure fact that the suffering ends. Why then do we weep? We have life, they have death. We have the symphony of color, the palette of sound, the ethereal multitudes of wonder in the world, and they have the blessed silence that relieves us from the constant cacophony. Perhaps there is a life after death, and I will not know until the moment I cross the threshold into such. But sleep is not so very painful, a deep dreamless slumber after the constant energy and motion of the waking world, thus I could go. Not now, but when I have had enough of the sound and the fury of this irritating Shakespearian existence, I will fall gratefully into the abyss and lose myself and my burdens into the darkness. And if there is a heaven, and a god, then perhaps I can get some answers as I go, the whys and hows and whats of the world that I just left. So much is lost in fear of death, and in ignorance of life. 9 to 5 jobs, commutes, newspapers, television, the mire of technological litter in which we entrench ourselves destroys what we have of life - no wonder we fear death, when we have not truly lived. Don't block your ears, listen to the flow of existence that will continue on around you, with you, without you, until you pass out of the stream and into another. Unplug from the constant chattering filth of humanity, and live before you regret dying.
Unknown Bold - 16 years, 2 days ago

So.... I am the queen of becoming terribly ill in completely random ways.
I went to the bouldering cave in the gym a few days ago, just to mess around, because I would like to take advanced rock climbing next semester, but don't know if I'm good enough. I spent about an hour practicing taking falls off of the wall onto the crash pads, because I'm terrified of heights when I'm not clipped in and need to get over that.
Got through it perfectly fine.
not even a bruise.
As I'm walking *out* of the gym, one of the guys on the soccer team (which had been practicing indoors because it's snowy out) pegs me directly in the head with a soccer ball hard enough to knock me unconscious. He was apparently going for a goal and missed, and as I was only about five or ten feet away from him, it was a pretty brutal shot. I see a bright flash of light, and wake up crumpled on the floor with my boyfriend and a bunch of guys from the soccer team crowding around me. So, being me, I laugh it off, make jokes about it, and walk out insisting I'm fine. Well, the next morning I was FAR from fine... in fact, I could hardly see straight through the pain. So I went to the health center to find out what the hell was going on.
Apparently, I have a concussion.
and asthmatic bronchitis (which I thought was a cold.)
and asthma.

...this is why I hate going to the doctor.
>.<
at least they gave me lots o' painkillers and antibiotics, even if the doctor thinks I'm a weirdo for joking that they should have gotten a picture of it and put it in a photo album with the caption "Baby's first concussion!"

Unknown Bold - 16 years, 2 months, 1 day ago

I am SO awesome and computer literate that I just accidentally sent MYSELF a flower. Woohoo.
Unknown Bold - 16 years, 3 months, 3 days ago

Just chilling out, drinking hot cocoa, and thinking about evolution.

According to Darwin, we are descended from monkeys. We are the highest form of life thus far, the most intelligent and versatile because we built... society. Whoop-de-effin-doo. Because we needed ANOTHER excuse to fight with each other... we evolved beyond fighting for something reasonable, like mates, or territories, to fighting for ideals. Thank you, evolution. Now I can hate more freely! And kill you because you don't agree with *my* societal world-view and severely limited set of standards!
Also, we are descended from monkeys. Primates, for the most part, are pretty barbaric. They fling feces, they have their troupe run off and attack another troupe, chimpanzees eat human babies... Mmm, yes, ancestors of which I can be proud. I think we evolved not to necessarily be the *highest* form of life, but the most pretentious and flashy. Think about it... there are other species of mammals that have had just as long, and in some cases *longer* to evolve, and have developed useful skills, like being able to hunt, amazing vision, sense of smell, and peaceful pack structures or other forms of cooperative communities. Just because they do not build houses, does not mean they are lesser. It just means that they are better adapted to their environment. Throw a young, naked child into even a reasonable clime, like New York, and they're screwed without help. Throw a dog out into the wilds of suburbia, and guess what? He can thrive! Who's the superior life form now? Made in god's own image? Honestly, what self-respecting god would want to be as funny-looking and frivolous as a human? Naked, no respectable fur or feathers to cover us, one of the few species of bipedal organisms... so we look doofy to begin with. Genitalia not nicely tucked away like birds or reptiles, but dangling out in the air like some kind of weird growth. Yeaahhhh... I tend to think that a superior being would be somehow... superior. In appearance. Because if you think about it from the rest of Mammalia's point of view, we're pretty damn ugly.
Oh, and evolving? The average I.Q. of humanity is dropping every generation - because people with lower I.Q.s have more children than people of higher I.Q.s. So wonderful. We're violent, ridiculous-looking, gluttonous and now becoming progressively dumber. We sit on our fat asses in front of electronic entertainment, don't care about learning, don't care about bettering humanity - there are even bloody scientists who have discovered the reason for aging, this enzyme that slowly breaks down your DNA with each cellular division so that the cells eventually cannot reproduce, die off, and you age. So they're trying to figure out a way to stop that. WONDERFUL. Because humans REALLY need to be immortal, too? What, so we can finally kill off every other species on the planet and live in our own squalor and overpopulation undisturbed? Count me out, thanks... I'd rather die than live forever. Because guess what, I know what life is like. There are a helluva lot of cool things you can do in life... but eternity would get pretty damn boring. And I'm pretty sure humanity (and the evolution thereof) would continue to be a nuisance to me. So I'll take death over immortality any day - at least it's a surprise.

warm fuzzies to any worthwhile person I know <3
I don't know why delicious hot cocoa makes me feel jaded... =P
Unknown Bold - 16 years, 3 months, 23 days ago

Insanity is relative
to your elevation
and life, baby, moves
through your motivation
They say that drugs are bad
but it's all good to me
when oxygen's an upper
and every hit is free.

To good times and good friends.
Dubose, Oolin, Crack Cat, Jesus, Hitler, Sheehy, Hussy, Naked, Alien & D.L.W. <3
Unknown Bold - 16 years, 3 months, 24 days ago