Do you really talk like that? You’re MY generation. (And I don’t.)
Anyway. I kinda got into the Bible. I did this:
part of which is this:
and this resulted as a side project:
What hard truths do you think Christian faith is unable to “tolerate”?
The hard truth of a …
…to meaning hovering over the abyss left by the dead god?
Neither true… nor “hard”. Paul acknowledged (with Nietzsche) that without the resurrection, Christians are most to be pitied, that all preaching and faith is useless. Who among the atheists follows the evidence where it leads? It involves leaving atheism behind & realizing there is an unacknowledged consent structure still to be dealt with.
Self=other… consent recognition… that’s easy to say. Hard to consent to (in thoughts, values, and actions) if you aren’t ready to let go of inauthentic ego props.
But nothing short of that is worth living/dying for.
Kierkegaard and Jesus were in agreement when they both said that someone who lives self=other knows Jesus more than someone who claims to know Jesus but doesn’t live self=other. Mark 9:40, etc. Concluding Unscientific Postscript (“has not enjoyed quod erat demonstrandum [what was to be demonstrated].” And Paul agrees. 1 Corinthians 13:2, etc.
Pink on yellow
You’re not an optimist, you’re just overfull
One day you’ll get trampled, or rot away, or somehow or another
Join the choir of the never ending
You have no illusions
And it is not as a gift, either,
That you are beautiful
But because it feels so good
The wind, through your silky petals
Within fifteen minutes of getting the app i had over ten chat requests from perfect 10 women. Lol imagine being an indian guy named Rishaan who’s designed a fake dating app but can’t run bots in chat becuz they’re glitching and too obvious so u end up having to chat yourself everytime u think u hooked one. Wouldn’t that suck? A whole team of app designer indian dudes having to share the work load of hosting all the fake chats they get everyday. What a job.
I tried to aks one… think his name was Amber… how much money he makes in a day in just the chats alone. Here’s how it works. He (she) initiates the convo. Eventually the convo will expire and u have to buy more convo time to continue talking. His job is to watch the clock and stretch the convo as long as he can before it expires, but flirt enough with u to get u interested. Then u spend the money. Think of how many poor bastards are unloading their wallets on this app.
Anyway i think it’s a brilliant scam but i do like to fuck with the indian guys…
What other old fucks like you who have done this have realized is that a rock band is generally speaking an extremely low effort project to begin with, they barely know what music is. So if you went to like 30% of your musical abilities, you would be a high end avant guard band with enough pop appeal to make money and low enough entry bar to have an old ass commie drummer and three 7-10’s singing and playing instruments. But even then, you’re probably targeting hoes in the audience. Just make the sound of the band light and catchy enough that hoes will like it. Or you can scout the warrior bitches and try your luck with them. The world is your oyster promethean.
You can play at antisemite rallies and shit and even get pussy that is a fanatic cultist mentality like yours, you can talk about how women will no longer push babies through their pussies and whatever else you stupid bastards like to discuss. That way you feel good about yourself because apparently commies can never publicly admit that they just want to wet the johnson.
Told u man, gotta have a pad before u instate your bachelor eligibility status. I gotta drop a few grand into some auto mechanic work here in the next couple weeks. Gettin new lifters and the heads resurfaced in one and prolly a push-rod in another one. After that’s sorted out, imma find a goddamn apartment if i gotta live in the hood to do it.
The Sam’s out here is goin outta business and all the prices are droppin like mad. When i get a place wherever there’s a good chance imma have one of those electric drum kit jobs and some kind of mixing board slash sound bank music maker job that i can plug my guitar into and play through/with. If i can get a gadget to produce a melody with a bass and piano synth in it, i can put some drums and guitar to that shit bruh.
That’s when it’s time to get down to business when u have hardware like that. U don’t fuckin doodle around all day when u got all that. U start writing shit and it sounds good if u can play. Gotta have the tech man… or it just isn’t fun.
There is a mental barrier you have, a demon you have to face. It is the product of decades of being an intellectual and being in the can and a series of disassociative experiences that, along with the general alienation of any slightly smarter than average human, has separated you from concrete touch with the kind of reality inhabited by bitches and artistic success.
The showdown must consist, can only consist, in getting back in touch with that world. You cannot create an armor before hand, because of the dissociation which will prevent you from even understanding any given parameters in reality. You have to go hit on a chick, pick up a guitar. It’s best if you do it now, bereft of many conveniences, because then when you do have those you will be able to make actual use of them. For confidence, you will have to rely on cold intellectual knowledge of who you are and how you compare to most mortals. It will be a gamble, because that is not a knowledge that was formulated from real world experiences. You must take the leap, throw the dice.
