Two things. Both related, so kinda one thing. And a very long footnote.

First of all, why must everyone be normal? Why does everyone try to fit in? People take pills to make them more normal, they try to follow the trends and opinions of whatever the majority may be at the time, they will change their habits if someone tells them its not normal. Whats so wrong with being an individual? Why can’t people accept that everyone is different and be ok with it?

Secondarily, also similarly, why must you criticize others who are different than yourself? Why do you think everyone should be like you? Religions are obviously the biggest promoters of this ideology, teaching their mindless* followers that others aren’t living right and it’s their job to change them and make them fit into someone else’s idea of acceptable. News outlets are also a big contributor, but everyone does it. People will choose their friends by what music they listen to, what clothes they wear or whatever other things they may have in common. How about you open your world to people different than yourself and see how others view the world. Maybe be friends with someone very different than yourself and see why they are the way they are. I’ve done that, and I’ve made some very good friends. It will open your eyes to alot of things and perhaps, just maybe, change the way you think. And we could all use some of that medicine.

Basically, I want freedom for everyone and anyone. Let people be who they want to be, believe what they want to believe, live how they want to live, as long as they don’t hurt others. It’s really not that difficult to make that change global. It would end so many problems we have. It starts with you. Be ok with individuality.

*I use this term, perhaps in bitterness, because I feel that someone who has based their reality of perception on what can only be imagined but cannot be proven (while tangible facts disproving what they base their beliefs in is readily available and abundant) is not qualified to tell anyone that they are wrong. I want to make clear that I am perfectly fine with people who want to be religious or spiritual, but the problem is they feel compelled to try and persuade others to conform to what they aren’t even comfortable with. And that’s why they do it, in my opinion: they ignore or hide their own doubts by convincing others to belief it too. Hey, if other people believe it, it must be true, right?

oh girl, you make me crazy, you make me helpless, you make me anything you want from me. oh girl, there are times and there are rhymes and there are ways to make me stay. with those pretty glass eyes and an imperfect smile with those long sexy legs and that sexy bank account you make long term relationships seem like a sweet sweet treat. you drive a really nice car and you got the newest toys i think we could go so far if you ditch those other boys. oh girl, you got me wrapped around your finger oh girl you got me fallin so hard. oh girl, theres only one little thing… you think its funny when you fart

The front page of the newspaper yesterday had an article about a young man who was found dead in the river here in Minneapolis. Police believe the student was intoxicated and fell into the river and drowned after leaving a party and walking home alone. Since I have lived in Minneapolis, this is the third such suspicious death with similar circumstances. I did a little research and found that over the past ten years, a string of people who have attended colleges along the Interstate 94 corridor in the Midwest (in Minnesota, Wisconsin and Iowa) were found dead in the river. These deaths are always considered accidents. They also always have a common circumstance: a young male college student walks home alone late at night drunk and accidentally falls into a river. Hmmm. Some people think a serial killer is at work. I tend to agree. And yesterday I drove around the city with this feeling that a killer is living among us here in the Twin Cities. How easy is it to take advantage of a very inebriated person?

I must admit, I feel like I’m on an episode of Dexter. I hope I’m the next victim. That would be exciting.

a little scientific hypothesis for you: lets suppose scientists haven’t made up all their findings on fossils and their equations about the way the universe works and all the other evidence isn’t made up and maybe, just maybe, evolution really did happen. crazy, i know, but humor me for a moment.

lets say, like scientists do, that life started on earth because of the right environment, conditions and circumstances. as it has evolved over the years could it have had a final goal in mind?

well, when i say ‘it’ i mean the common life force that all creatures on earth share. as if this spark of animation has an unending life cycle and is using us to continue that cycle for eternity. maybe our desire to live forever is the ultimate self defense mechanism.

one theory is that evolution produced psychedelic mushrooms to cause human brains to evolve faster. in the past 10,000 years, from our ancestors to us today, brain size has increased by 60% . Science hasn’t figured out why it happened so fast, but its like light speed for evolution.

what if the purpose of us becoming self aware was to realize we would die and try to figure out a way to overcome that fate?

it would be interesting to do a study on humans to see what effect the removal of the concept of time would have on their mind. If you were never told about time and were removed from knowing the sun and moon (in an enclosed isolated room or under ground or somewhere in space) would your mind act differently without that knowledge?

but that’s all nonsense because we know evolution isn’t true and that god made every creature on earth according to it’s kind. but its interesting to think about.

Chapter 1

I’m no more than a friend girl
I can see that you need more
My boots are on my feet now
My bag is by the door

And the love and the attention
That you need and ask me for
Are weakened by my actions
And lies that I have told
I’m scared to think that I’ve abandoned you
I’d like to say that I’m a faithful man but it may not be true

And my heart is like a mason’s
Hands of weathered skin
Each scar makes it harder
For me to hurt again
I’m scared to think that I’ve abandoned you
I’d like to say that I’m a faithful man but it may not be true

Chapter 2

She’s fighting with the sky
She thinks she can
Livin’ within a lie
She thinks she can
But nobody knows what lies behind
The days before the day we die
Die, die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die

She puts her hands against
The life she had
Living with ignorance
Blissful and sad
But nobody knows what lies behind
The days before the day we die
Die, die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die

You can try to swim the sea
But say goodbye to you and me
You can try to swim the sea
You can try to hold the breeze
You can try to hide the sun
But say goodbye to everyone
Die, die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die, die, die, die, die
Die, die, die