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Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Time Isn't Wasted, When you're Getting Wasted.

There was a time when time was expendable,
When all broken hearts were found snapped and unmendable,
Whilst others found solace alone, and in pain;
Escaping a world which they thought was insane.

There was a time when our minds were unbendable,
And we all had one person we found so dependable,
Yet now we have many we find undependable,
But offensives from them, we find indefensible.

There was a time when time was a luxury;
When to sit down and waste time was found to be blasphemy,
To the very value excreted by life;
We would let time bleed out, as if dug deep by a knife.

"Time isn't wasted, when you're getting wasted!"
An ignorant mass enjoy this when it's pasted,
On posters in bars and at parties and raves;
I think I would rather revert to the caves.

Like turkey's, we're basted,
In adverts and anger; Entertainment Tonight;
Time isn't wasted, when it's death that you have tasted,
Perhaps you must wait till you die to be bright,
Perhaps on your last day on Earth, you'll see light.

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The world is meaningless,

there is no God or gods, there are no morals, the universe is not moving inexorably towards any higher purpose.
All meaning is man-made, so make your own, and make it well.
Do not treat life as a way to pass the time until you die.
Do not try to "find yourself", you must make yourself.
Choose what you want to find meaningful and live, create, love, hate, cry, destroy, fight and die for it.
Do not let your life and your values and your actions slip easily into any mold, other that that which you create for yourself, and say with conviction, "This is who I make myself".
Do not give in to hope.
Remember that nothing you do has any significance beyond that with which you imbue it.
Whatever you do, do it for its own sake.
When the universe looks on with indifference, laugh, and shout back, "Fuck You!".
Rembember that to fight meaninglessness is futile, but fight anyway, in spite of and because of its futility.
The world may be empty of meaning, but it is a blank canvas on which to paint meanings of your own.
Live deliberately. You are free.