very little signifies the beginning of the summer months as much as listening to steppenwolf

weird shit is happening

like the sort of surreal bullshit in a jim morrison movie, with a soundtrack made for bad trips

it's just strange how symbols and stigmas can come together in such a way, that allows me to see my current situation in such an honest light
it's a nice feeling, there's no point in arguing with honesty, the only thing i have left to do is take what i have and go with it
i'm sure kaczynski would agree, but what's the point about whining about shit? ambition has nothing to do with it, really, just disgust

i guess this is when giving up really matters: giving up on hope, giving up on people taking responsibility for their shit, giving up on unfounded mythologies, giving up on what it means to "care"

people say i'm pessimistic, that i'm a "the glass is half empty and only full of piss" kind of girl, nothing could be farther from the truth, however
i'm one of the most optimistic people i know, i have this blind hope that after our species is snuffed, the world will take over, and we didn't cause too much damage that natural laws couldn't take care of

in the spring, when i see things blooming, when i see fruits on trees and plants thriving, it shows that i have one more season of hope

it's a beautiful place where we live, and a beautiful time, the appreciation for it, though, is dwindling, and people are so sure that they can control earth, that's what scares me

it's not a completely unfounded fear, it's a type of esoteric fear that i can only share with the hope i have of what's to become of this planet

it works, it really does

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