welcome to costco, i love you.

its a weird world we live in and all the relationships we make in our lives mean something special in this butterfly flapping its wings in japan causing a tree to fall over on your car in chico existence weve got going for ourselves. dancing around topics that bother us with strangers or jamming your dumb personal opinions deep down into the hearts of the ones you care about. flopping your flaky fleshy self all over peoples feelings thinking only about yourself because thats all that matters right? youre all alone. 1+1= 2 is only a mathematical equation. but i can see how 6,647,658,287 as of 2/1/08 can be 1, a more intricate disconnected hive mind of cellular mitosis one. nothing matters everything matters. other people help you grow, other people lock you up and throw away the key. you lock you up and throw away the key. the key being helping you become more who you think youre supposed to be? silly bickering over childish things, holding onto ideals that are outdated the world is different everyday you make your own reality you must do what is realest to your own existence. im not the knower of everything i know nothing important to you. i know me now which is not me.. now... haha. this is not about you, this is about me. but im sure if a word i just thought made any sense you can relate to it somehow. everytime ive thought about myself ive thought these same things so i guess i never really answer any questions about why i do the things i do or want the things i want so how can i ever know anyone elses reasons for doing what they do. so ill keep thinking about minya and laughing about retarded ass loser shit until my meaning hits me in the face like an atomic smoke ring from the final frontier.
mental masturbation.
creative masturbation.
pissing in a river
just ways of reconnecting to the world?

there are a million brighter stars that will burn us out of the sky