Tag Archives: thought

Peanut Better

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There’s personal glory ahead.

Whatever wreckage I leave behind me, I must ignore.

Maybe I’m sorry, or maybe I’m not. Maybe I never will be. I’m not quite sure.

But at least for now, I must press forward at the expense of anything and everything that stands in the way.

The medics will address the fires.

My time is limited, I’ll see that finish line.

And if I do spin my tires, it will be for heat, not for you.

Not for anyone.

Tear the mirrors off, clear the track. Let’s go faster now.

 

Image note: Spanish Grand Prix, 1970.

 

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Carpet

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My heart is broken, in the most literal sense. A recent doctor visit revealed that I have extra thick heart muscles on my lower left. Nobody seemed to know what that meant, so they set me up with a cardiologist, told me to return my Daily Burn: Extreme Core Heart Blaster DVD, and sent me on my way.

On the bright side I’m otherwise extremely healthy! Pending my sudden and dramatically acted death of course. I think dying from a broken heart is a pretty Greek god sort of way to go out though don’t you?

Hope you enjoyed the illustration. Feel free to share your own interpretation. I’ve heard a few.

 

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Happathy

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This should be prefaced with an explanation. It’s not. I’m sorry.

Pre-manipulated photo credit here

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Am I a dumb? A mental expropriation.

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Everyone agrees on two things: that a majority of people are stupid, and that they are not one of them. We can as such deduce that a common factor shared among all stupid people is a sincere belief that they are not stupid. I can say I’m smart, but that’s exactly what a stupid person would say. Therefore the only way to prove objectively that I am smart is to believe I am stupid, which is the one thing a stupid person would never do. Unfortunately reaching this conclusion makes me feel smart, which reintroduces the possibility that I may be stupid. I realize now that my only choice it to believe that I may or may not be stupid, and I don’t feel any way about that.

 

Solved, next question.

 

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Income Report

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My dad taught me how to stand up alone. My mom taught me how to love anybody. My oldest friend taught me how to stop and help when other people won’t. My sisters taught me how to forgive. My dogs taught me how to laugh at my own jokes. People along the way taught me how to change. And I taught myself that I can be invincible.

 
Rich and getting richer…

 

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Dah Vinchy

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Someone wrote a 1700 WORD POST in response to my Brain Pilots post which essentially states that I am a narcissistic leech who needs Christ. 1700 WORDS! In addition to being 100% accurate it’s probably the most glorious thing I’ve ever seen. It means my words have a response power ratio of 1910%. I’m basically Ashton Kutcher now.

AND, just in time for the post about me being a lazy bastard and my new fame I’ve completed my illustration about aiming high. I hope you enjoy it, but if you don’t please submit your thesis on why it sucks by May 30 for review.

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Brain Pilots

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Stephen Hawking said that man made meaning up, and that it doesn’t really exist. He did stop to appreciate the fact that humans even tried though, and I like to agree. That squirrel running around in your backyard has the same retirement plan we do, so I’ll try to feel as comfortable. Relax, smile or don’t, think good things about people, you know… If your burden gets too heavy maybe I could carry it for a little while. Everyone will have one friend as long as I’m alive anyways.

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Dreambending

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Today I woke up, and read my texts, emails, and messages like usual. The weird part is that I wasn’t awake. The weirder part is that I knew it.

Lately I’ve been waking up only half-way, and reading things that my subconscious is creating without my involvement on my phone. I don’t have to think of the things before I read it, they are already there just like they would be if I was awake. Sometimes it’s a message from family or friends, and sometimes it’s spam mail from an oil change place that doesn’t exist. I’ll just keep reading them like I would a normal message because as far as I’m concerned it’s all new information, even though I know I’m not awake. It’s like some kind of fake internet my mind created. I’ve read entire news stories and marketing pitches in this dream internet, sometimes I even think I learned something new. Who knows maybe I did.

I also tried making some kind of comprehensive life philosophy list today but that didn’t work out..

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