On the other side of the mirror
Friday, July 16, 2004
  You.

You have done this.

You have done this to me.

You have done the unthinkable.

The unimaginable.

You have done this to me.

I do not do this.

But you have caused it.

What is this?

I do not understand it.

Constantly thinking.

Second Guessing.

Third guessing.

Millionth guessing.

Decisions.

Right or wrong.

Bad timing?

Second chance.

Was I mistaken.

Is it for the better.

Do I not see correctly on the matter?

I see second guessing.

I examine my decision.

Day to day.

Usually every day.

It crosses my mind.

Was it right.

Or was it wrong.

A lifelong error.

Passing up opportunity.

A true misfortune.

Separate paths.

Path uncrossable.

Unlinkable.

What is distance.

What is distance besides time. (don't you dare say rate also)

You.

You make me think.

For this I am thankful.

But for the content of my thoughts.

I feel plagued.

I don't know how long this will go on.

And every time I think.

I see your face.

 
  A quick disclaimer,

whether you know me or you don't, heres something most haven't heard.



I am not a religious man. I do not have faith, I do not have belief.

If there truly is a god, and I am wrong, then I apoligize.



If there were such a benevolent and great and all-wonderful god that
created man, and this earth and everything for us that we have,
ESPECIALLY giving us FREE choice, then why isn't it free? Why is god so
greedy and selfish that he demands we praise his name, that we erect
temples in his honor. We spend countless dollars and hours doing this
thing, where in true religious doctrine and belief, the time would be
better spent doing his wishes, and living the way he wants us to leave.
Why not let us live as we like, be truly free, truly decisive in any
manner, without fear of hell, guilt, needing to repent so we know we
wont be enslaved in the afterlife. Why would god not let us do what he
says he allows us to do, he skews us, he alters us, his followers do
not have true, absolutely pure, choice, because we are restricted and
hesitant from him. him, what a joke, why do people capitalize it, why
do people capitalize on it, its a fucking business, its a fucking
business that runs society, that tells people how to act, under a
certain code, for if you do not, you will burn in hell after death a
far more worse punishment than anything you can possibly imagine. If
South Park is right, then I'd rather be down there than with the
fucking mormons. Fucking mormons. ya thats right, I capitalize South
Park but not god.



I've had some inspiration, this was not it, this was just a short
disclaimer that also popped into my head, a side note to my
inspiration....

 
Thursday, July 15, 2004
  http://www.emogame.com/bushgame.html

Need I say more

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