Stroll down the rabbit hole
Others are crazed bats
Assume you are Alice
But you're the Mad Guy with the Hats
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Wait who are you?
Oh yeah I forgot to actually talk about stuff in the first post.
As I said before. I'm Billy. When I was a child I could never sleep until I heard the birds and the sun came up. Little did I know that I had been blessed/cursed with insomnia. With nothing else to pass the time I did something most kids wouldn't do.
I thought about stuff. All kinds of stuff.
From an early age this made me pretty lucid. Pretty crazy. But I don't mind being the crazy guy.
Little FlashBack: My Cave Allegory
From ages 1-3 I lived in the relative shadow-world of SantaClaus. I started to suspect somethign fishy about what I was being fed on television. It all just didn't add up. I wondered how old Santa could move so fast in one night and still take time to eat cookies.
So one night I made the scheme to capture santa and see just what the fuck was up. I woke up at 'round twelve and snuck into my livingroom, clad in pajamas...and found my mom wrapping presents.
*Man walks out the cave into the light.
My first year of school. I tried to tell all the kids Santa was just a huge conspiracy. But alas, a lie on that grand scale was simply to outlandish to be true.
*Man tries to relay that the shadows are not "true" reality. Man is ridiculed as the chained people go back to their shadows on the wall.
I was labeled a crazy kid.
Backdrop to the rest of my life.
Fast Forward to today. Despite the Plato reference I eventually did make friends. Alot of friends. Pretty much everyone I meet. But very few people can say they actually "know" me. It would be too much of a heache for most people to figure it out.
I am a collection of strange phenomena
I am a scavenger of the human expierence
I am a thinker
I am a do...er
I am not practical
I am Billy.
If you continue reading my web-blog I apologize for my spelling, frank or offensive language and a whole bunch of other shit.
I can't promise enlightenment. But if you choose my blog, I think you'll at least be entertained.
As I said before. I'm Billy. When I was a child I could never sleep until I heard the birds and the sun came up. Little did I know that I had been blessed/cursed with insomnia. With nothing else to pass the time I did something most kids wouldn't do.
I thought about stuff. All kinds of stuff.
From an early age this made me pretty lucid. Pretty crazy. But I don't mind being the crazy guy.
Little FlashBack: My Cave Allegory
From ages 1-3 I lived in the relative shadow-world of SantaClaus. I started to suspect somethign fishy about what I was being fed on television. It all just didn't add up. I wondered how old Santa could move so fast in one night and still take time to eat cookies.
So one night I made the scheme to capture santa and see just what the fuck was up. I woke up at 'round twelve and snuck into my livingroom, clad in pajamas...and found my mom wrapping presents.
*Man walks out the cave into the light.
My first year of school. I tried to tell all the kids Santa was just a huge conspiracy. But alas, a lie on that grand scale was simply to outlandish to be true.
*Man tries to relay that the shadows are not "true" reality. Man is ridiculed as the chained people go back to their shadows on the wall.
I was labeled a crazy kid.
Backdrop to the rest of my life.
Fast Forward to today. Despite the Plato reference I eventually did make friends. Alot of friends. Pretty much everyone I meet. But very few people can say they actually "know" me. It would be too much of a heache for most people to figure it out.
I am a collection of strange phenomena
I am a scavenger of the human expierence
I am a thinker
I am a do...er
I am not practical
I am Billy.
If you continue reading my web-blog I apologize for my spelling, frank or offensive language and a whole bunch of other shit.
I can't promise enlightenment. But if you choose my blog, I think you'll at least be entertained.
I wonder if this hurts your eyes.
Well Hello kids and...old people. Call me Billy. First time "blogger"....
Shit.
On the real, I feel like I'm at an AA meeting. I'm thinking "Blogging" might very well be a less...grungy...version of an AA circle talk. We gather on the internet, our "screennames" as a mask, and dish out our feelings to any passerby who may just so happen to read it.
Why?
Considering the chances of anyone reading anything that would have so little interest to them, I.E anonmyous people's personal thoughts, I would assume it's pathological. We just need to talk. Even if it's to ourselves.
Are we all crazy?
*shakes the magic eight ball*
"Signs point to yes."
Well fuck. Welcome to Blogspot.
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Shit.
On the real, I feel like I'm at an AA meeting. I'm thinking "Blogging" might very well be a less...grungy...version of an AA circle talk. We gather on the internet, our "screennames" as a mask, and dish out our feelings to any passerby who may just so happen to read it.
Why?
Considering the chances of anyone reading anything that would have so little interest to them, I.E anonmyous people's personal thoughts, I would assume it's pathological. We just need to talk. Even if it's to ourselves.
Are we all crazy?
*shakes the magic eight ball*
"Signs point to yes."
Well fuck. Welcome to Blogspot.
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