"a man you say? you saw a man?" the officer looked puzzled.
"yes. a railbird you see. The one who stands down there." the man pointed down from his second story balcony.
"he comes at night. He's the type of man that makes you want to shut the blinds and pretend you never saw him like some dumb child hiding behind their hands and thinking they're invisible." the man said with a look of fear that seemed disproportional to his story.
"Well..." the officer trailed off as he looked into the dark street from the second story balcony. He was conversing but not fully present. Something invisible down on the dark stone was still lurking, he could feel it in his blood. But was it just the fog playing tricks on him or was ghost dawg still alive.
"i shut the door and in the morning
it was open
Olemn slammed his hammer and from the sparks on the metal of his anvil came the spheres of the heavens.
Sayrah blew life into the spheres and they moved. From her wheel she weaved the names of people in to mystery.
You know how silly angry people look with their red contorted face and writhed lips. Doesn't that make you want to laugh and vow you'll never, ever be that ugly guy?
Contextually anger may or may not be seen as justified, but it's all part of people, no one avoids anger, even if their outbursts are less frequent or obvious. But maybe some are uglier than others?
Originally Posted by BadOctopus
Is it just me, or do people seem to get butthurt over frigging nothing in this forum?
I think it's partially because people come here butthurt already. PULL OUT! TRIGGER ATTACK!
But then again it's also chips on shoulders and assumptions too. There are hang ups for everything.
'Consciousness is not simply a sensory-perceptual affair, a matter of mental imagery, as the contents of our mind would have us believe. It is deeply enmeshed with the brain mechanisms that automatically promote action readiness' - Jaak Panksepp
“If you are distressed by anything external, the pain is not due to the thing itself, but to your estimate of it; and this you have the power to revoke at any moment.”
The universe is flux, all life is sorrowful. Don't let it bring you down, it is simply the foreground to a wonder.
Ah yes, this is the heart of my problem. Some days are good when I can interact with the world and understand that silence does not mean that anyone has forgotten me, hates me or is out to get me. Those days I promise myself to remember that feeling every day.
Other days, I forget all of that. I can not remember about promises I make to myself whether they are about the metaphysics or mundane everyday life.
Then some time later on I remember breaking the promise and that just leads to a negative spiral.