the world is entirely beauty, not meant for all of us to see.

There is in this moment an experience entirely different than any before. Sure you may have sat here a thousand times before, in the same position, at the same time of day, but there has to be at least one unique thought happening that wasnt there last time. We all are in some desperate need, a need to relieve the monotomy of our moment. This tedious sameness is a condition that turns everything inside us that is not organic tissue, into nefarious decaying rot. This is ugliness. Finding something to live for is not the key. Finding something to instill joy is. And I can't ever remember feeling that.

  posted by cake masher @ 8:42 PM

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