I'm Addicted To Blogging

I'm addicted.
I admit it.

The worst part is that I treat my blog like my diary...
Or like a piece of poetry.

Who believes in commercialism?
Well I better start... if I want to start marketing my art.

Production is only 50% of the work involved in being a successful artist or musician.
That is pretty sad.

However, marketing before you have any serious production done is simply a bad move.
The problem that I see in the world is that every one has the same taste.

I enjoy good music.
I also enjoy the most annoying and obnoxious sounds... I think its fucking hilarious.

Some sounds are just funny.
Also, some sounds make people react in a comical manner.

Does any one believe in the power of imagination, any more?
Some one needs to stop me, before I go too far.

FBI already doesn't like me.
A guy with a circuit bent megaphone can go a long way...

If friends get behind him, he can go even farther.
I wish I could take things back.

Especially, things involving Jska and Wendy.
Brain washing has caused me to become infected with sexual desires.

Perhaps, it is just being a man... but I wish I had no balls if that was the case.
I am pretty sure that it is just our culture and commercialism that promotes sex.

To look at women as sexual objects is just wrong.
At least, that is what my Mother has taught me.

However, I think it is some what natural to view bodies of the opposite sex as objects.
Women do it to men, too.

Women tend to make it out like we're the only ones who want sex, though.
This, in my opinion, is a sign that women are naturally more able to hide their thoughts than men.

Mens' faces are able to be read.
Womens' faces may show one thing when they're thinking the complete opposite.

Women are better actors than men.
Men think as themselves and act as themselves.

I admit, some people are naturally more talented than others... when it comes to charismatic features.
However, I feel that women have men brainwashed.

This country is probably one of the worst.
Why do many men pay for sex?

I'd pay just to have the company of a good woman... and have no sex at all.
Shit, I have done that before!

However, I can not deny that I do have plenty of desires.
I've been able to supress them, though... for the most part.

In this last 5 months, I have been a bit out of control.
Leaving my bedroom work station and believing that I could work as an artist on the road...

I could go on and on.
Two lines at a time.

Who knows the secrets of life?
Is happiness even necessary?

My main concern for our current physical condition is the placement of the Earth's health level.
My main concern for every thing else is nothing.

When all is said and done, we don't even exist.
Every thing is recorded...

But when the glitch happens, everything that was said and done will be whiped out;
And so will every thing that is to come.

Now, the past, and the future will be combined into one thing happening simultaneously;
And every thing will become nothing.

The ultimate flicker has yet to have happened.
Which brings up the question: is there another time line?

When does it happen?
NEVER!!!!?????

I think not.
When you hide a lie with a bunch of layers and alleys...

Peaks and Crests become apparent to its viewers,
and the lie becomes exposed.





~theMuzzl3

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