this post might have made me happier than i've ever been. we have a beautiful daughter, don't we? she has her momma's smile and her daddy's sparkling eyes. hahahah. and a lovely summer home, by the way. where does she stay in the winter, though?
i'll eat YOUR weekends. if you know what i mean. i hope you do, cause i sure as heck don't. as usual, i'll be the last to know :)
shwidyk made me lol. like i actually laughed out loud. maybe we can play shwidyk over the weekends. wow. we'll have to get a babysitter for joni.
if tangibility is what makes something real then you and i are not real (at least to each other) which is silly because you currently are more real to me than my sister sitting in the next room blaring the jonas brothers. and love is not real, except perhaps when you're with the person you love. and then is God real? and if something is real just because someone believes in it then that means santa is real and unicorns and dragons and buddhism and garden gnomes are all real. or does believing just make it real to that one perosn? in which case everyone has their own reality and each reality is just as real as the next person's reality. my reality and your reality are equally real, even though they could be completely different. in which case you *are* real in the eyes of a hundred different people: you are a hundred different you's and i am a hundred different me's. if one of those people dies, their view of you (that reality of you) dies with them cause no one sees you exactly like they do. a little piece of the reality that is you is gone.
woah. and i'm not even high.
ps. would you eat it in a house? would you eat it with a mouse?
you know what alarms me a bit? i really feel like i should be getting dizzy and confused, yet i'm following everything we're saying here.
why would God make a world that could erase his own existence in a heartbeat? it's like a deathwish. in that sense, daring to exist at all is a deathwish. or a worse-than-deathwish. i'd rather die than be non-existent. it's frightening, really. like, if people forget about me or forget to believe in me, what will that make me? a ghost? or just non-existent? what if we all get so wrapped up in ourselves that we just forget to believe in other people? i think some people have already done that.
let's always believe in each other. not in the silly, inspirational, "i believe in you, man" way (though that's nice too). let's just make sure we never cease to exist.
would you, could you in a box? would you, could you with a fox?
this post might have made me happier than i've ever been. we have a beautiful daughter, don't we? she has her momma's smile and her daddy's sparkling eyes. hahahah. and a lovely summer home, by the way. where does she stay in the winter, though?
ReplyDeletei'll eat YOUR weekends. if you know what i mean. i hope you do, cause i sure as heck don't. as usual, i'll be the last to know :)
shwidyk made me lol. like i actually laughed out loud. maybe we can play shwidyk over the weekends. wow. we'll have to get a babysitter for joni.
winter isn't real? or its just ruled by the unreal? i think i'm ruled by the unreal. are you real?
ReplyDeletemaybe at a museum or in a big glass bowl...we'd have to make sure nothing got broken. like someone's arm or something.
ebipxgmm reminds me of diapragm.
diapragm.
pictogram.
i don't tan.
but i eat flan.
when i can.
waeymqfg.
if tangibility is what makes something real then you and i are not real (at least to each other) which is silly because you currently are more real to me than my sister sitting in the next room blaring the jonas brothers. and love is not real, except perhaps when you're with the person you love. and then is God real? and if something is real just because someone believes in it then that means santa is real and unicorns and dragons and buddhism and garden gnomes are all real. or does believing just make it real to that one perosn? in which case everyone has their own reality and each reality is just as real as the next person's reality. my reality and your reality are equally real, even though they could be completely different. in which case you *are* real in the eyes of a hundred different people: you are a hundred different you's and i am a hundred different me's. if one of those people dies, their view of you (that reality of you) dies with them cause no one sees you exactly like they do. a little piece of the reality that is you is gone.
ReplyDeletewoah. and i'm not even high.
ps. would you eat it in a house? would you eat it with a mouse?
you know what alarms me a bit? i really feel like i should be getting dizzy and confused, yet i'm following everything we're saying here.
ReplyDeletewhy would God make a world that could erase his own existence in a heartbeat? it's like a deathwish. in that sense, daring to exist at all is a deathwish. or a worse-than-deathwish. i'd rather die than be non-existent. it's frightening, really. like, if people forget about me or forget to believe in me, what will that make me? a ghost? or just non-existent? what if we all get so wrapped up in ourselves that we just forget to believe in other people? i think some people have already done that.
let's always believe in each other.
not in the silly, inspirational, "i believe in you, man" way (though that's nice too). let's just make sure we never cease to exist.
would you, could you in a box? would you, could you with a fox?
aonwerfb.
ah! so perhaps when we're mourning someone we're actually mourning ourselves. we feel a part of ourselves die and we have deal with our own deaths.
ReplyDeletei changed it to scientology because i thought it would sound more absurd--i have friends who are buddhists, y'know?
i don't even know what the difference would be exactly, but i'm pretty sure i'd rather die than be nonexistent.
doozsy.