Replying to Noodles' post, and carrying on from No. Five (inside the box; pt 1)
Limiting the mind; yeah, the mind is limited when the ventilation openings get blocked... if you recall (probably not), i said that i didnt know what exactly blocks the ventilation.
Now, however i did narrow the factors down to the following three:
School,
Fear,
and Money.
Not that im saying that those three are connected... (unless its parents being afraid to pay the school fees)... but they each symbolise an aspect of life that blocks the ventilation.
School: being caught it in life in general
Fear: internal opposite forces working against the mind
Money: reality.... as in; yes you are in fact broke and cant run away and live in a hot air balloon for the rest of your life.
Thankations for reading... or not reading... either way i didnt even write this for you.
-blood.Junkie
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Minds
I read BJ's post a while ago and i thought about something today :P.
What limits people?
is it not the mind?
Are we not told that we are all limited by our minds?
but ..
dont we also dream?
and our dreams can consist of anything.
absolutly anything.
so if our brains, can dream, about anything, then how does it have limits?
wouldnt it mean that the mind has no limits and that something else limits us?
i mean ofcource not everyone dreams and imagines.. but .. to an extent everyone has thought about something that is out or their "reach".
or does it come down to being controlled by ur concience.. or ur subconcience..
....
have i made any sense? :/
hmm..
this is wat maths will do to u. btw. or maybe it just happens to me.
Noodles
What limits people?
is it not the mind?
Are we not told that we are all limited by our minds?
but ..
dont we also dream?
and our dreams can consist of anything.
absolutly anything.
so if our brains, can dream, about anything, then how does it have limits?
wouldnt it mean that the mind has no limits and that something else limits us?
i mean ofcource not everyone dreams and imagines.. but .. to an extent everyone has thought about something that is out or their "reach".
or does it come down to being controlled by ur concience.. or ur subconcience..
....
have i made any sense? :/
hmm..
this is wat maths will do to u. btw. or maybe it just happens to me.
Noodles
Sunday, May 25, 2008
five: inside the box
greetings;
peoples minds are corners...
in a room..
with no doors... or windows; but there are ventilation openings. many ventilation openings that are horizontal slits that line up vertically on top of each other going all the way to the ceiling.
Its a very high ceiling, and its a very small squared room, its not rectangular, or circled (damn... it cant be circled at all... then there will be no corners)
and its walls are faded beige with patches of reddish brown on the corners like some ones been sitting there for a long time...
the corners are where all the thoughts are you see, and there are shelves on the walls piled with junk.
Anyway... so the ventilation openings lead onto other places; and sometimes they get blocked. by what? i dont know, but when they get blocked the mind gets very tame, and slow and limp (not that these word are synonyms but thats what happens)
Things that open up the ventilation include solitude, sleep and drugs... and many other things that are too ambiguous to list at the moment.
Many people are not aware of the content of the room, because they hang around the center of it, no knowing that everything is actually either stuck on the wall or piled in a corner... you cant actually reach anything from the center; youll just stand there thinking that youre in control that way but youre not.
i think corners just frighten many people... and many people dont know whats growing on their shelves. but there always is. i guess drugs and sleep and solitude push people into the corners...
i personally send lots of time in the corners... i dont know which of those three is the cause though.
So long;
-Blood.Junkie
peoples minds are corners...
in a room..
with no doors... or windows; but there are ventilation openings. many ventilation openings that are horizontal slits that line up vertically on top of each other going all the way to the ceiling.
Its a very high ceiling, and its a very small squared room, its not rectangular, or circled (damn... it cant be circled at all... then there will be no corners)
and its walls are faded beige with patches of reddish brown on the corners like some ones been sitting there for a long time...
the corners are where all the thoughts are you see, and there are shelves on the walls piled with junk.
Anyway... so the ventilation openings lead onto other places; and sometimes they get blocked. by what? i dont know, but when they get blocked the mind gets very tame, and slow and limp (not that these word are synonyms but thats what happens)
Things that open up the ventilation include solitude, sleep and drugs... and many other things that are too ambiguous to list at the moment.
Many people are not aware of the content of the room, because they hang around the center of it, no knowing that everything is actually either stuck on the wall or piled in a corner... you cant actually reach anything from the center; youll just stand there thinking that youre in control that way but youre not.
i think corners just frighten many people... and many people dont know whats growing on their shelves. but there always is. i guess drugs and sleep and solitude push people into the corners...
i personally send lots of time in the corners... i dont know which of those three is the cause though.
So long;
-Blood.Junkie
Thursday, May 22, 2008
some down
hmm.. wat a wonderful day. i finished physics. its all for the best i hope.
so heres how it waz . i sat for three hours thinking about all kindsa stupid laws of the universe and i finished.. walked out waited for my ride.
My ride ( my dad, mum and so on) came a few minutes later
all dolled up and for wat i waz yet to find out
"were gonna take family photos"
i looked like this : o_O.. except.. i had a nose.. i shook my head and asked for a repeat of the thrilling statment. it waznt very different from the first.
i have been doin an exam that waz okay.. not the best not the worst.. for three damn hours in the same damn chair and ur teling me we are gonna take photos.
oh i bought u some clothes to change in. my mum helofully said.
note to self : burn clothes that are deemed unacepptable by moi, so in the furture when i am sitting a physics exam and they decide they want photos, and then my mum chooses my clothes, she can only select from what i have left un burned . unless she wants to dress me in ashes.. or .. her clothes.... * moment of silence as we pray* ....
so anyways. we took the photos i came home at lunch btw its like 7:30 here so not really lunch more like stuff ppl eat at lunch but at dinnertime instead. and i am now online, writing u this horrible ordeal. which i hope moves u my friends. i hope u read this and go
" well gee.. at least my mum didnt choose my clothes"
which btw i now have like a hard copy of. beauty of photos. they kinda remind u of stuff...
ya
so
anywayz. hope ur days are brighter and less .. .physical.....o_O i still look like that btw.
byz
Noodles
so heres how it waz . i sat for three hours thinking about all kindsa stupid laws of the universe and i finished.. walked out waited for my ride.
My ride ( my dad, mum and so on) came a few minutes later
all dolled up and for wat i waz yet to find out
"were gonna take family photos"
i looked like this : o_O.. except.. i had a nose.. i shook my head and asked for a repeat of the thrilling statment. it waznt very different from the first.
i have been doin an exam that waz okay.. not the best not the worst.. for three damn hours in the same damn chair and ur teling me we are gonna take photos.
oh i bought u some clothes to change in. my mum helofully said.
note to self : burn clothes that are deemed unacepptable by moi, so in the furture when i am sitting a physics exam and they decide they want photos, and then my mum chooses my clothes, she can only select from what i have left un burned . unless she wants to dress me in ashes.. or .. her clothes.... * moment of silence as we pray* ....
so anyways. we took the photos i came home at lunch btw its like 7:30 here so not really lunch more like stuff ppl eat at lunch but at dinnertime instead. and i am now online, writing u this horrible ordeal. which i hope moves u my friends. i hope u read this and go
" well gee.. at least my mum didnt choose my clothes"
which btw i now have like a hard copy of. beauty of photos. they kinda remind u of stuff...
ya
so
anywayz. hope ur days are brighter and less .. .physical.....o_O i still look like that btw.
byz
Noodles
Monday, May 19, 2008
A cloudy Day.
today my friends is a cloudy day . The sky is a whitish grey colour and the sun is not visable. I noticed today as i waz sitting in the car being drivin to school that one spot in the sky waz not as densly obscured by the clouds as the rest. So it looked like there was some form of electric light being profected into this small scar. yes scar. an imperfection a prefectly cloudy sky.
Different People have different views. Thats a fact of life. It is also a fact of life, that people take certain opinions to heart, and in doing so become biased towards other opinions. Not much point in disagreeing with me there, cause in doin so u would become biased.
Who is right and who is wrong?
Does anyone really know?
I sure as hell dont. All i know is i got mechanics and physics exams looming. so ima be useful now. and sign off.
Thanks - Noodles.
Different People have different views. Thats a fact of life. It is also a fact of life, that people take certain opinions to heart, and in doing so become biased towards other opinions. Not much point in disagreeing with me there, cause in doin so u would become biased.
Who is right and who is wrong?
Does anyone really know?
I sure as hell dont. All i know is i got mechanics and physics exams looming. so ima be useful now. and sign off.
Thanks - Noodles.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
four: outside the box (?)
Last Friday; aka, yesterday... i was dragged to the one building that i wouldnt usually enter unless i am forced to. this is not due to laziness or sloth or stubbornness or even lack of liking to its architectural structure. But for the simple reason of trying to keep my blood pressure at normal levels. this building is the mosque.
Yeah, im muslin and therefore every friday we (well, they) should go to the mosque; like i said i only go when dragged and forced. the point is, after being dragged and forced (not technically by the way), i proceeded to my primary past time of zoneing out. i caught a little bit of what the guy was saying, (mainly babble about god and... well, god) and i starting thinking about this god issue.
Please be warned that you may severely disagree with me, and immediately pull out all religious cards against me and tell me that i am "wrong"; well dear reader, right and wrong are subjective to peoples opinions on the matter at hand; and in my opinion, i say that people should think and question anything and everything around them regardless to whether its right or wrong.
Back to my point, oh yeah.. i was thinking... about god and this is what it comes down to:
People are living believing in god, walking around basing their lives on a set of rules in a transcendental book; we dont know what god IS, let alone if hes entitled to the question of "who"
he made as all, and gave us eyes and noses and toe nails and whatever the fuck else, then he sits up there and watches everyone go.. what i was thinking is how god made each person, you know.. i am .. me.. you dear reader, are yourself (unless....), and so on and so forth. Well what if i wasnt me, what if i was a dog, or an angel ... what if i was a parasite... and Finlay what if i was god? i mean who made god god... he made everything. therefore teaching us that everything has to be made... so; where did god come from? who is chosen to get the power of god? and who chooses that? or is there such a choice to start with? If i happened to be god, and still posses the brain i do now.... daymn... heh, just to think...
Well, i spend that hour or so, thinking over what is god
i know that in many religions we are not allowed to think about the entity of god, but i stand by what i think: that peoples thoughts are completely liberated to questioning anything, and fuck regilion.
By the way, i do believe in god, my mind just likes to wonder... so much for outside the box.
wait for the next time i mutilate this page;
-Blood.junkie
Yeah, im muslin and therefore every friday we (well, they) should go to the mosque; like i said i only go when dragged and forced. the point is, after being dragged and forced (not technically by the way), i proceeded to my primary past time of zoneing out. i caught a little bit of what the guy was saying, (mainly babble about god and... well, god) and i starting thinking about this god issue.
Please be warned that you may severely disagree with me, and immediately pull out all religious cards against me and tell me that i am "wrong"; well dear reader, right and wrong are subjective to peoples opinions on the matter at hand; and in my opinion, i say that people should think and question anything and everything around them regardless to whether its right or wrong.
Back to my point, oh yeah.. i was thinking... about god and this is what it comes down to:
People are living believing in god, walking around basing their lives on a set of rules in a transcendental book; we dont know what god IS, let alone if hes entitled to the question of "who"
he made as all, and gave us eyes and noses and toe nails and whatever the fuck else, then he sits up there and watches everyone go.. what i was thinking is how god made each person, you know.. i am .. me.. you dear reader, are yourself (unless....), and so on and so forth. Well what if i wasnt me, what if i was a dog, or an angel ... what if i was a parasite... and Finlay what if i was god? i mean who made god god... he made everything. therefore teaching us that everything has to be made... so; where did god come from? who is chosen to get the power of god? and who chooses that? or is there such a choice to start with? If i happened to be god, and still posses the brain i do now.... daymn... heh, just to think...
Well, i spend that hour or so, thinking over what is god
i know that in many religions we are not allowed to think about the entity of god, but i stand by what i think: that peoples thoughts are completely liberated to questioning anything, and fuck regilion.
By the way, i do believe in god, my mind just likes to wonder... so much for outside the box.
wait for the next time i mutilate this page;
-Blood.junkie
Friday, May 16, 2008
Kiss From a Rose
By the title, you might or might not be able to tell that it has something to do with the song called Kiss from a rose sang by Mr Seal. No, as far as i know his stage name is just Seal, but as it stands i felt the need to input some respect into the situation by placing the Mr before the Seal. Seal wala Walrus.... hhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... *ducks* avoiding incoming rain of tamatoes.
Back to the non existant point. Oh yes , how can u be
"kissed by a rose on the grey'... does anyone get that.. cause i really don't.
i like this line though:
"the more i get of u the stranger is seems... yaaayyy.."..
Coffee swirls.. after reading that post i waz forced to read it again due to the disbelief of the text that had been typed and posted on that page. Not because my post is more interesting, more due to the fact that i didnt realise people waited for the coffee to get cold before actually looking into it , and in some cases ( person number 2) think they can see the future or whatever it waz that waz apparently seen in the cup.
My hat is off to person number one, who has oil on their mouth, and actually kindly told us, - mostly i use a napkin before sipping, however maybe u were very thirsty at the time.
Um oh, i am now doin or trying to do osome physics but it is as u can see, not goin very far.
i hope u do not suffer our same fate, but as ur probably reading this, u are most likely in our situation. May the good lord bless have mercy on ur soul and mine, regarding physics.
Thank you for reading.
Noodles. <--- i dont actually eat noodles. thank you again.
Back to the non existant point. Oh yes , how can u be
"kissed by a rose on the grey'... does anyone get that.. cause i really don't.
i like this line though:
"the more i get of u the stranger is seems... yaaayyy.."..
Coffee swirls.. after reading that post i waz forced to read it again due to the disbelief of the text that had been typed and posted on that page. Not because my post is more interesting, more due to the fact that i didnt realise people waited for the coffee to get cold before actually looking into it , and in some cases ( person number 2) think they can see the future or whatever it waz that waz apparently seen in the cup.
My hat is off to person number one, who has oil on their mouth, and actually kindly told us, - mostly i use a napkin before sipping, however maybe u were very thirsty at the time.
Um oh, i am now doin or trying to do osome physics but it is as u can see, not goin very far.
i hope u do not suffer our same fate, but as ur probably reading this, u are most likely in our situation. May the good lord bless have mercy on ur soul and mine, regarding physics.
Thank you for reading.
Noodles. <--- i dont actually eat noodles. thank you again.
Three: the coffee swirlies
Greetations;
I am back once again but this time is different from all the previous times i've posted, you see, dear reader, this time... i have something to say. As implied by the title, the topic will be coffee swirlies, now you may be wondering what the fuck coffee swrilies are, but you read my previous post you might have a slight idea.
*waits for reader to scroll down and read previous post*
Now that you have replenished your information about my train of thought, you would know that coffee swirlies are the patterns made on the surface of coffee when it gets cold... after forcing several people to read that post; it amazed me how many different reactions i got about the coffee.
First of all, person number 1 said: why were there patterns on your coffee? were your lips soaked in oil?
(HUH?) why the fuck would i soak my lips in oil?
but apparently, if your eating somthing fatty (aka oily) then have a drink.. the fat makes patterns on the surface.... she was the only one that made that observation.
Person number 2: i also stair at the coffee patterns when im bored.. sometimes i see the answer of life in the cup.
(URM) to that, my reaction was just.... daymn...
person number 3: why were you looking at your coffee?
...well... -,-
anyway.. if u have an experience with coffee.. dont hesitate to sharing it... actually u know what... hesitate.. i dont wanna hear about it... im the only one stupid enough to bore people with my coffee
until the next sorry ordeal
-Blood.Junkie.-
I am back once again but this time is different from all the previous times i've posted, you see, dear reader, this time... i have something to say. As implied by the title, the topic will be coffee swirlies, now you may be wondering what the fuck coffee swrilies are, but you read my previous post you might have a slight idea.
*waits for reader to scroll down and read previous post*
Now that you have replenished your information about my train of thought, you would know that coffee swirlies are the patterns made on the surface of coffee when it gets cold... after forcing several people to read that post; it amazed me how many different reactions i got about the coffee.
First of all, person number 1 said: why were there patterns on your coffee? were your lips soaked in oil?
(HUH?) why the fuck would i soak my lips in oil?
but apparently, if your eating somthing fatty (aka oily) then have a drink.. the fat makes patterns on the surface.... she was the only one that made that observation.
Person number 2: i also stair at the coffee patterns when im bored.. sometimes i see the answer of life in the cup.
(URM) to that, my reaction was just.... daymn...
person number 3: why were you looking at your coffee?
...well... -,-
anyway.. if u have an experience with coffee.. dont hesitate to sharing it... actually u know what... hesitate.. i dont wanna hear about it... im the only one stupid enough to bore people with my coffee
until the next sorry ordeal
-Blood.Junkie.-
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Two
its 2.51 pm here (kuwait), but since my watch it two minutes late, its actually 2.53; and i have nothing better to do that to type in this little box. what i'm supposed to be doing is finishing the physics past paper in front of me, but i really couldn't give a fuck about determining the rate at which energy is supplied to the water by the heater; seriously.. if you do... daymn!
Anyway; to be completely honest, we started this blog more for our entertainment than yours (dear reader)... but if you happen to be entertained by any chance well... daymn. My coffee is getting cold, and there are patterns forming on the surface of it... oooo... thers something that looks like a centipede... o.O... im sure its a centipede... no, not a caterpillar... but a centipede...
out of curiosity... did someone actually sit there and count a centipede's legs... who the fuck wants to sit down and count one hundred little skinny black projections coming out of a worms butt... seriously dude, that person must be sad... daymn.
i think i should leave now, before virtual eggs and shoes are thrown at me; i have physics and math exams next Wednesday and my knowledge of both subjects is decreasing if anything...
Oh, and i have to fill a sketch book with sketches and research by sunday... wwrrriiyte!
Daymn...
-Blood.Junkie-
Anyway; to be completely honest, we started this blog more for our entertainment than yours (dear reader)... but if you happen to be entertained by any chance well... daymn. My coffee is getting cold, and there are patterns forming on the surface of it... oooo... thers something that looks like a centipede... o.O... im sure its a centipede... no, not a caterpillar... but a centipede...
out of curiosity... did someone actually sit there and count a centipede's legs... who the fuck wants to sit down and count one hundred little skinny black projections coming out of a worms butt... seriously dude, that person must be sad... daymn.
i think i should leave now, before virtual eggs and shoes are thrown at me; i have physics and math exams next Wednesday and my knowledge of both subjects is decreasing if anything...
Oh, and i have to fill a sketch book with sketches and research by sunday... wwrrriiyte!
Daymn...
-Blood.Junkie-
one; part 2
Ichangedthetitleoftheblog,nowitswhatitwassupposedtobebeforeIcalleditONEbymistake.Anyway...thisisnotanewpost,whichiswhyimtypinglikethis,thisisjustapostthatamendswhatthepreviousepostipostedsays.
-Blood.Junkie
PS; I spelt my name wrong last time, but i couldnt be bothered to go and change it from the manage post thing. I dont think anyone gives a shit either way.
-Blood.Junkie
PS; I spelt my name wrong last time, but i couldnt be bothered to go and change it from the manage post thing. I dont think anyone gives a shit either way.
After One therefore technically two.
Greeting Homo Sapiens, My name is Noodles. This took a while to agree on because u see, i dont like any of the nicknames that i have been givin... do u share my problem?? do u also not like your nickname? well regardless of that matter this is the second post after blow job's first post - opps that is blood junkies post. I have nothing useful to say as of yet, but eventually u will warm to our sorry selves dear readers, and learn to understand that we are simple creatures with complicated needs. If you do not warm to us, well that, my dear reader is your issue and therefore i cant really do anything about it.
So anywayz, i will post when i have something more useful to say, and i hope, that if u have actually managed to reach this part of the post withought hitting ur back button, generally located at the top left hand corner of ur screen, that u do not in fact regret reaching this part of the post, and do return to read our next posts which will hopefully - if god wills - be more interesting.
thank you for ur time, it waz much appreciated.
Noodles
So anywayz, i will post when i have something more useful to say, and i hope, that if u have actually managed to reach this part of the post withought hitting ur back button, generally located at the top left hand corner of ur screen, that u do not in fact regret reaching this part of the post, and do return to read our next posts which will hopefully - if god wills - be more interesting.
thank you for ur time, it waz much appreciated.
Noodles
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
One
greetings all;
First and foremost, i named this blog "ONE" by mistake, i thought this will be the title of the first post.. not the whole blog; so this post is also named "One". yeah, i like to number the posts for lack of any better title.
Anyway; making this account was a long retarded process... because... it was a long retarded process; and this account is shared by two people, (like many accounts here).
I, am owner number 1 (i see the potential of an excess number of number ones in this post), and i refer to myself as Blood.Junkie ... shortened into B.J sometimes and no it does not have a double meaning that stands for blow job.
Owner number two will be here shortly, (i believe) and introduce you to him/herself; i cant do that because i dont know how to inroduce them, and they are not cooperating by making up their mind about a nickname.
This was just an intiating post, more to come when i have more to say;
Blood.Junikie
First and foremost, i named this blog "ONE" by mistake, i thought this will be the title of the first post.. not the whole blog; so this post is also named "One". yeah, i like to number the posts for lack of any better title.
Anyway; making this account was a long retarded process... because... it was a long retarded process; and this account is shared by two people, (like many accounts here).
I, am owner number 1 (i see the potential of an excess number of number ones in this post), and i refer to myself as Blood.Junkie ... shortened into B.J sometimes and no it does not have a double meaning that stands for blow job.
Owner number two will be here shortly, (i believe) and introduce you to him/herself; i cant do that because i dont know how to inroduce them, and they are not cooperating by making up their mind about a nickname.
This was just an intiating post, more to come when i have more to say;
Blood.Junikie
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