Dont know, dont care

I want to shut the brain off. I dont want to hear your opinions, whether i agree with them or not. I dont want to showcase an attitude for you to judge. A little tired of people trying to put the past into perspecitve, then guessing with confidence at the future. When asked anything, i just want to answer dont know, dont care and see where that gets me in life.

Good luck with that. I want to say a bunch of random stuff right now, just to feel superior to your scrunched up confused faces, then moralize myself back down to a humble being because i feel guilty about stepping on an ant hill.

Stop, i say. Stop my body sack brains tells you, the other. Stop hitting me with definitions and labels and categories and pattern that are easily recognized. I dont care where things fit neatly into your langauge scheme. I am christoper columbus.

Everyone wants to be the camera behind the camera. Good luck with that infinite task. I want to piss on the “Will to power” and have people photograph me doing it, and gain a cult like following for doing so, while rappers call me a hater supreme in their rhymes.

The path of least resistance and the priciple of least effort causes me to hit the submit button. Attack me and i’ll attack back, or maybe i’ll shink from you and judge you harshly.

Forever yours, the superior slave. You know nothing, pontificators.

Dude that it one dope freestyle. You need to put it to a beat or go to a poetry night or something. Youtube that shit. Dress up like a gangster and make a video you you reciting that with a mean look and put it on youtube.

caring, not caring… This doesn’t change the fact that shit rolls down hill…

We can either make like dung beetles or get crushed under monstrous balls of shit…

Do you really think so? Because i’ll believe you, if you do.

The world of opposites is beginning to bore me. How about this, i cling to the ball of shit and ride it like a . . . something interesting.

Talking over the computer is my only refuge right now. I dont know my neighbors.

That works too…

Though shit limits our options, it does not limit our creativity…

I’m gonna go get drunk and watch a soccer game. How is that for a creative exchange? Fellow typer?

Simply dismal… I’m gonna get high and watch some south park…

P.S: creativity is always accidental… (i’m still waiting to go back to my short story like stephen would want me to :laughing: )

youtube all the way

moments of meditaion

momentary siezure :wink:

perhaps but sometimes one needs time to think on things , sit back and think

1327 posts and you don’t care what people say to or how they react to you? What’s your point, or more to the point, what’s the point? :-({|=

why do you need a point? Why do you want to use the information like that? If its a useless thing, whatever will your reasoning do? How can you find an edge?

Go sharpen a stick and use it for your survival. There is no other more advantageous point to be made. Sorry if i dont make cents.

Then why in the world are you on a philosophy message board?

– C.

I don’t care either but unfortunate for my isolative living the internet is the only social outlet that I have because I don’t have enough money to buy any friends beyond the computer in our great capitalistic world. :wink:

Friendship and sociality has become a commodity like everything else in today’s world.

I was looking for the swimming pool and stumbled in here.

Keep asking questions. Examine that life and make it worth living.

ah ah ahh [-X

we can only examine our own lives…

What if I have a magnifying glass? Can’t I then examine everybody’s life including my own?

Stop the world, I wanna get off?!! :smiley: You couldn’t if you tried. Narrow and meaningless POVs have never evolved beyond what they are. It takes guts to expose your soft inner belly to carnivores. It takes no guts just to call the whole process meaningless, unless, of course you are suicidal.