I’m A Very Angry Depressed Sort Of Man, Though I’m Very Buddhist And Level About It.  I Have Major

It's dreamy weather we're on, you waved your crooked wand Along an icy pond, with a frozen moon, a murder of silhouette,crows I saw And the tears on my face, and the skates on the pond They spell Alice

I disappear in your name, but you must wait for me Somewhere across the sea, there's a wreck of a ship Your hair is like meadow grass, on the tide, and the raindrops on my window And the ice in my drink, baby all I can think of is Alice

This was actually played on a kids guitar, with one of those cheap stretchy capos, it turned out well besides the usual shitty audio quality (again I suggest headphones), anyways, here’s me playing John Prine’s “ Hello in There “ Mistakes were made, i can live with them, Bob Dylan only ever did one take, why should I do more?

Mystics and schizophrenics find themselves in the same ocean, but the mystics swim whereas the schizophrenics drown.

R.D. Lang

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2pm and I’m already basically shitfaced.  Happy sabbath jesus, love the hair.

Concerning Horoscopes and Tarot Cards

A short summation, Horoscopes: bullshit, Tarot: Psychologically useful, but not for the reasons you think.  Fun fact, men ONLY know horoscopes because women place some weird emphasis on it, fun fact if you let sign compatibility dictate who you date, you deserve to be alone and we dont need your genes in the genepool.

Tarot is interesting ( not mystic at all ) in that depending what pattern you draw, its usually like this is the problem, this is a thing(s) effecting the problem, heres the things affecting you making a decision on how to solve the obstacles of the problem yadda yadda yadda.  theres nothing mystic about it, it just forces you to focus on your problems and possible causes and solutions.

In summation, horoscopes, kill yourself, dont care if youre a virgo or whatever, thats Babylonian babble.  Tarot, try it sometime

I think humans take the disarray of nature, the winding path and make it into straight lines, we take clutter and sort it by descending heights or contingent colors because we fear the chaos of ourselves, nature being chaotic and us being a product of said nature.

I think we obsess over pretty things because we are so very ugly inside, and we hoard items because we are forever left so very empty.  I think we live our lives in fear of everything real, our nature, our demise, that we strive to fill our lives with only the fake, we live our lives in accordance with these fears and these fears all stem from our need for immortality, which comes from a selfish nature to be special.

I think everything in our lives is the fear of death, which is just nothingness, and we fill our lives with constant trivialities of somethingness, and that is the thing we should fear, we work jobs we hate and go through bizarre rituals to impress those around us that we dont really even like because we dont even really like ourselves.