Well that is that and this is this.
Will you tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed,
when the ocean met the sky.
You missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye.
When the earth folded in on itself.
And said "Good luck, for your sake I hope heaven and hell
are really there, but I wouldn't hold my breath."
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death?
That didn't last as long as I anticipated. I just have a lot of thoughts flowing through my head and this seems to be good outlet for that, so I'm off the wagon. Or on . . . I can never remember which it is. Anyways, first an announcement. My bands website is live. So check out www.nixonnoise.com right now. Tonight I have 2 thoughts, and I feel they need to be prefaced. People sometimes think that my blogs are inspired by something that has happened to me. That is rare. Usually it is just thoughts flying through my head. Tonight I have 1 of both varieties. Thought #1 was spurred by a question I read on a message board today. Thought #2 just came out of nowhere.
Thought #1:
Question: What do you want done with your body when you die?
Answer: I've always believed that my body is of absolutely no use to me once I'm dead. Honestly, I could care less what is done with my body. Then I started thinking about it more, and I realized that I could do something worthwhile instead. I want my organs harvested. Anything that can be transplanted should be taken and given to someone who needs it. Whatever is left should be donated to science. I'm sure there is a researcher somewhere who can use what is left over. They should have it. The last thing I want to be is just another body in a plot in a cemetary.
Thought #2:
I don't tell secrets. I've been told secrets, I think, but I don't tell secrets. Basically, because, no matter how much I trust someone, I always assume that there are extenuating circumstances where things can come out. Sometimes I will tell someone something that I prefer they not spread, but if it is real important, I wouldn't be telling them in the first place. If I'm telling you, that doesn't necessarily mean that I want you to tell other people, but if you do, I'll get over it. If it was that important that nobody know, I probably shouldn't have said anything in the first place. I don't know what prompted this little dialog to run through me head, but there it is.
PS. Don't expect this to be updated as regularly as I once did. Sporadic, at best, is all this will be.
Currently LIstening to
Good News For People Who Love Bad News
by Modest Mouse
when the ocean met the sky.
You missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye.
When the earth folded in on itself.
And said "Good luck, for your sake I hope heaven and hell
are really there, but I wouldn't hold my breath."
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death?
That didn't last as long as I anticipated. I just have a lot of thoughts flowing through my head and this seems to be good outlet for that, so I'm off the wagon. Or on . . . I can never remember which it is. Anyways, first an announcement. My bands website is live. So check out www.nixonnoise.com right now. Tonight I have 2 thoughts, and I feel they need to be prefaced. People sometimes think that my blogs are inspired by something that has happened to me. That is rare. Usually it is just thoughts flying through my head. Tonight I have 1 of both varieties. Thought #1 was spurred by a question I read on a message board today. Thought #2 just came out of nowhere.
Thought #1:
Question: What do you want done with your body when you die?
Answer: I've always believed that my body is of absolutely no use to me once I'm dead. Honestly, I could care less what is done with my body. Then I started thinking about it more, and I realized that I could do something worthwhile instead. I want my organs harvested. Anything that can be transplanted should be taken and given to someone who needs it. Whatever is left should be donated to science. I'm sure there is a researcher somewhere who can use what is left over. They should have it. The last thing I want to be is just another body in a plot in a cemetary.
Thought #2:
I don't tell secrets. I've been told secrets, I think, but I don't tell secrets. Basically, because, no matter how much I trust someone, I always assume that there are extenuating circumstances where things can come out. Sometimes I will tell someone something that I prefer they not spread, but if it is real important, I wouldn't be telling them in the first place. If I'm telling you, that doesn't necessarily mean that I want you to tell other people, but if you do, I'll get over it. If it was that important that nobody know, I probably shouldn't have said anything in the first place. I don't know what prompted this little dialog to run through me head, but there it is.
PS. Don't expect this to be updated as regularly as I once did. Sporadic, at best, is all this will be.
Currently LIstening to
Good News For People Who Love Bad News
by Modest Mouse
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