angry balloons

it is here, the day. they day of RECKONING.

not really.

i feel like i had something to write here. what the flippin jesu was it?

im putting on some arsis to hear. i never really got into arsis, but i really like 'face of my innocence'. one just has to grasp the melodies you know? if that doesnt happen then you'll never be attached to the music.

my god, i had forgotten how much i prey mantis on physics. im so flippin good its not even humorous except for the fact that im always laughing really loud while doing it. im so good it makes me laugh out of my pants.

but yes. my sunboncious is really turning the fact lately that reality is a dream and trying results in dissatisfaction. it makes things so much easier. so much. as long as you act on the whim and the heart, the persona, is pure in your own view then everything works out splendid.

oh, i remembered what i wanted to type about. im friken glad cause i was gettin bored.
pleasure, its a very odd phenomenon. i was walking to class today and the sun was very warm. i stopped in the light of it. the gleaming rays of your orange solus just to feel the radiation on my skin.

pleasure.

i stopped o think why it was good. there really was no reason. it was but a sensation, neither good or bad. i want to say that there are no good nor bad sensations in and of themselves and that society conditions us to like or dislike various sensations. but, though this is true for some phenomena, it is not true generally.

there is something that causes us to like and dislike certain things. that must be a part of instinct. it must be one of the instinct's base properties. its funny to think that something so primal as instict plays such a large role everywhere in our modern world. everyone dissociates among food. everyone uses their insticts and dislikes certain foods or especially finds pleasure in other ones.

tats realy all i can speculate on pleasure. its fully based on instict.