A few words
"When we describe the Moon as dead, we are describing the deadness in ourselves. When we find space so hideously void, we are describing our own unbearable emptiness."
"Is the meaning of life defined by its duration? Or does life have a purpose so large that it doesn't have to be prolonged at any cost to preserve its meaning?"
"Living is not good, but living well. The wise man, therefore, lives as well as he should, not as long as he can... He will always think of life in terms of quality not quantity... Dying early or late is of no relevance, dying well or ill is... even if it is true that while there is life there is hope, life is not to be bought at any cost."
"People will tell you nothing matters, the whole world's about to end soon anyway. Those people are looking at life the wrong way. I mean, things don't need to last forever to be perfect."
"All Bette's stories have happy endings. That's because she knows where to stop. She's realized the real problem with stories — if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death."
―The Sandman: Preludes & Nocturnes
“The road now stretched across open country, and it occurred to me - not by way of protest, not as a symbol, or anything like that, but merely as a novel experience - that since I had disregarded all laws of humanity, I might as well disregard the rules of traffic. So I crossed to the left side of the highway and checked the feeling, and the feeling was good. It was a pleasant diaphragmal melting, with elements of diffused tactility, all this enhanced by the thought that nothing could be nearer to the elimination of basic physical laws than deliberately driving on the wrong site of the road.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
Think about it
Kill that boredom!
Binder Paper Comics
Web Comics and Such
A Distant Soil (Some nudity)
The Adventures of Gyno-Star (Some explicit stuff)
Blue Milk Special
Cigarro & Cerveja
Cyanide and Happiness
dead winter (has some explicit stuff)
Devilbear: The Grimoires of Bearalzebub (PG-13?)
Eat That Toast!
Ectopiary (Some nudity)
The Fancy Adventures of Jack Cannon
For Lack of a Better Comic
Girls with Slingshots (some explicit stuff...?)
Hark! A Vagrant
Head Doctor Productions
The Intrepid Girlbot
The Last Halloween
Last Train to Old Town
The League of Evil Genius
Legend of Bill
Living With Insanity (some nudity)
Love Me Nice
Married to the Sea
The Moon Prince
Moth (Some nudity)
The Non-Adventures of Wonderella
Political Cartoonists Index
Poorly Drawn Lines
Robbie and Bobby
Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Scenes from a Multiverse
The Secret Knots
Stand Still. Stay Silent
Strong Female Protagonist
The Super Fogeys
Tales of Pylea
Three Word Phrase (some nudity)
Tiny Kitten Teeth
Toothpaste for Dinner
Trying Human (Some nudity)
Two Guys and Guy
Yellow Peril (PG-13)
Infrequently/No Longer Updating Web Comics
The Abominable Charles Christopher
The Adventures of Dr. McNinja
The Adventures of Ellie Connelly
Bag of Toast
Bear in Mind
The Book of Biff
Chain Bear (Some explicit stuff)
Daisy is Dead
Edmund Finney's Quest to Find the Meaning of Life
A Fine Example
Finn and Charlie are HITCHED
Hello with Cheese
Kyle & Atticus
Lesbian Pirates from Outer Space
Letters to a Wild Boar
Lovecraft is Missing
Meat and Plastic
The Nerds of Paradise
No Reason Comics
One Swoop Fell
Pictures for Sad Children
A Redtail's Dream
Roy's Boys (PG 13?)
Run Freak Run
The Super Gay Adventures of Ross Boston
YU + ME
Pure Flash Awesomeness
Die Anstalt : Toy Psychiatry
Clients from Hell
Creatures in My Head
Damn You Auto Correct!
Jhonen Vasquez's site
Overheard in New York
Passive Aggressive Notes
Damnit, does no place remain untouched?!
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Man, I have scars on my back, too. THIS IS WHY I AM NOT GOING TO USE SHAMPOO ANYMORE. Damn sodium laurel/laureth sulfate. Blehhhhhhhhhh.
(To clarify, I'm not ceasing to wash my hair, I'm just using baking soda now. If you ever have acne problems near your hair/on your back it's probably because of your shampoo, unless you just have acne everywhere, in which case... I'm sorry, that sucks.)
More info here!
Kinda too late though, since I have scars. :/ -Sigh-
Oh yeah I FINISHED MY ESSAY AND IT'S MORE THAN THE BARE MINIMUM NUMBER OF PAGES, WOO. Just barely, but still, woo.
How to win my eternal love...
Monday, April 5, 2010
Me: i should become a gold digger so i can buy this really expensive book i want :P
Dude: what book is it you want?
Me: although the author says he might republish it
Me: so perhaps i won't have to whore myself out
Dude: if you marry me i'll buy you one
Me: man, doesn't anything i do deter you?
Dude: well i figure marrying you cant be much worse than this, since you'd still live far away
Dude: but i'd get more than $600 in FAFSA for school
Dude: so it would be a good investment
Y'know, I've just realized
Sunday, April 4, 2010
A lot of my scary dreams involve liquid of some sort. I wonder why that is?
-The dream with the dead people crowded around a rusty metal stool with three glass jars filled with blue liquid (liquid made of people)
-Dream where the giant turtle was going to eat me (there was a pool)
-Dream where the whole world was flooding (this one is obvious)
-DC being lowered into the deep sea
-This recent one with the meat-liquid
Maybe I have some strange subconscious fear of liquids or something.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
I woke up, took a shower, then put my pajamas back on and got into bed again.
It's just one of those days.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
I have two other blogs, but this is the only one people read.
One of them is for my abstract thoughts, and when I am feeling too poetic to make proper sense.
The other is speckled with things that would probably make you want to just die.
I walked around the city today, but I was by myself so it was lonely and not very much fun.
Still getting used to this
Saturday, April 3, 2010
So please excuse any lameness that may occur whenever I use my Flip cam.
Also, I spilled my Trix on the floor on Wednesday morning. :( And then took a dramatic picture of it.
Friday, April 2, 2010
There was an ape monster and a fish monster but they were on display, I think.
Then in a high school cafeteria, a big fancy one with two stories and big windows, a boy was showing off suits.
"THE FINEST SUIT YOU WILL EVER WEAR," he confidently proclaimed.
Did it come with gloves, we wondered? Yes, it did.
He gave a blue ball to a fat boy and his hands became coated with a blue substance. Those were the gloves, of course.
I got a ball too, and swirled it around my palms. It missed the nails, so I had to rub it there. Then men came in suits and took us all away.
It was the government, and the suits and gloves were dangerous and they were going to keep us all top secret. We had run away I suppose, to be free, but now they were putting us back into our cubicles to work and be obedient. My name was Cindy something. I couldn't find my cubicle at first because the name labels on them were not arranged completely alphabetically. When I did sit down they gathered around me and placed a large tray of corn beef hash in front of me, demanding I eat it. I refused, shakily.
When they saw I would not do it of my own accord one of the men, who was mostly bald but for some white hair with ran around his head, and who wore glasses, took a spoon and scooped up some liquid from the tray and began to force feed me. One of my coworkers cried out that I was vegetarian and he ought not to do that, but he kept on doing it. I began to cry as they shoved more down my throat, and then I could see all the animals they were killing so they could force feed me meat.
Cows and then chickens and then zebras, and one of them was a unicorn zebra. I could see them being shot as I cried.
I guess it was kind of a torture, to get me to talk, but I didn't have anything to say.
The rest is too vague to describe.
Friday, April 2, 2010
I had a dream, and I knew I was happy in it. It was a bubbly, innocent happiness.
It was the feeling of being content with existence on a sunny summer day, surrounded by friends and naive excitement.
Happiness, because I knew something, and that something was important and wonderful to me.
When I awoke the dream was hidden briefly from me, but slowly it edged back into my mind.
I never know when I'm happy in the waking world, if I am in fact ever happy. The absence of depression leaves me feeling.... clear. I don't know how to describe it well.
Sometimes I don't know if I prefer the happy dreams or the nightmares. The former I am dismayed to realize the insubstantial nature of, the latter less so.
How do I feel, then?
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