rant #2

So let's say you gave me something, which at some point would be nothing since I do not believe in you - my denying you implies denying that those people say you have granted me. Either way, I am not aiming at saying we do not exist: this desk is real, so are the keys and the words and the thought they convey, so are these women chatting by me, so is the song in the distance. I cannot simply state that I am sure about what I have mentioned above, yet this stream of words regarding you knitting up my life seems rather dubious. I mean, you are nowhere to be seen, so how can I say I feel your touch? I have got to admit you were able to reach me. However, your apparent lack of interest did it. Oblivion is comeuppance as far as I have been taught. Yeah, you may not notice, and yeah, there may be another kneeling before, but I ask you, do they worship you like me? You are not vengeful, I am. Nevertheless, how can I be so at one who does not exist? So this is no vengeance, but the fact that I talk to myself about the non-factual essence of those whom I love no more. Love, don't get me started on love.


the boring life

so everything is about going from a to b and the other way around, about drinking water and walking enough not to become a blob, about voting and paying this and that and giving things back on time, about walking up to the atm and find an excuse so we dont have go back empty handed since thats what money is for, about feeding your dog and your cat and the ocassional child, about copying and pasting and publishing and fast reading, about using proper grammar, proper punctuation, proper spelling, proper names for things, about not having to use such rules cause life aint about that stuff, about buying clothes instead of videogames, about buying furniture and appliances instead of clothes, about buying something fun instead of clothes and furniture, about drinking when you can and not drinking when you cant, and the like and so on without any further contemplation on what one may want to do instead of sitting down to write whatsoever crosses one's mind to impress the ones you happen to know and the ones you dont since approval is the ultimate goal of religion and atheism and comunism and capitalism and every simple scheme of beliefs man has come up with, either consciously or not to handle the rest like sweat monkeys, monkeys, as if that use for that word were something to be proud of since theres no one who wont use names on other people, for, mind you, all in all we all do is attempt to feel superior to the one next to you
mind you, all I do is use commas to separate words and my days