This will be me in Montana this fall.
Posted 5 days ago
Folks are always recommending talented rappers to me. I don’t look for complex, deep lyrics though. I look for funny, creative motherfuckers who make me laugh at the dumb shit they say.
“Never been a pillow-whisperer. Young niggas movin’ straight up. Never been a grind nigga, straight up. Young niggas lookin’ like food. Ya gettin’ ate up. I got a fork, give me a napkin, hold ya plate up.” -Lil B
Genius.
Posted 1 week ago
I’ve dated a lot of gorgeous women and looking back on it, I’m pretty impressed with myself. There is hope for continuing this even though I feel like a moron when it comes to girls…
Posted 1 week ago
Let me dig my own grave.
Let me, oh precious noose of mine.
You are my mother,
Whose womb around my neck
Grants me a world of cold nihility.
An endless winter night.
A bitter, black frozen hell…
For me, forever…
Posted 1 week ago
Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.
Lao Tzu (via mehmahjammah)
(Source: misskacierose)
Posted 1 week ago
Going to begin playing guitar again. I want to start a solo black metal project.
Posted 1 week ago
Reason anticipates permanence, changelessness, and immutability as the quality of ultimate reality; however, for experience immutability is an impossibility. Nothing immutable is empirically conceivable; for if something doesn’t move in space, it at least moves in time. The tension between the immutable and the mutable produces the emotion of ennui, the sense of tediousness and vexation associated with the absence of immutable or lasting purpose in the cosmic phenomena of change.
Domenic Marbaniang
Posted 1 week ago
Perhaps it’s absurd, but I really just wish someone else could experience my subjective experience. I want someone to know what it is like to be me. Why? I’m not sure… I just like the idea.
Posted 1 week ago
I get in a certain state of mind when I think philosophically. It’s quite different from conventional day-to-day interaction with others. In this state (that of the first sentence) I cannot help but immediately retract whatever I say because I realize the arbitrariness, the pointlessness of it. I pose an idea to someone and immediately follow it with “or not.”
Speaking on philosophical matters always enacts a strange lucidity in me, an altered state of consciousness where I cannot care for anything of my conventional life. I realize the silliness of earning money or chasing girls or anything of that nature. A Christian friend of mine told me he gets the same feeling and that he interprets it as the holy spirit possessing him. That is an interesting interpretation.
Why do I speak at all?
Chris. 22. Statesboro, GA. Currently working on a bachelor's degree in philosophy and another in anthropology. This is a personal blog with no specific focus, but it mostly serves as an archive of my philosophical thinking.
