Sitting in a room with good people, good times, good talk.
What do you people talk about when you're feeling like talking?
Is it meaningful?
Do you talk about Jersey Shore and any other media-infused wastes of energy?
I wonder if I'm easily misunderstood because only a handful of people will hold a substantial conversation with me, one that will produce an aftermath and make you crave more mind-stimulating activity.
I love to talk about aliens. Fucking. Love. Aliens. What's not to be insanely curious about? Let me define the term "Straight Up Ignorance" for you: the act in not believing the simple, undeniable fact that we are not the only "intelligent" (if you can call us that) beings in the unlimited expanse of the universe.
Erik Johnson, my confidant and colleague, who will be identified in this strange form of conversation with "( )," is one of few that has incredible insight on...well...stuff that matters.
Let's talk about the economy and how we're doomed, (no, not doomed...we're just temporarily f**ked ((am I allowed to swear?)), you know? We're enslaved by the imperialistic bourgeoisie) what the f*** is that? (The ruling class of the nation, the rich. The rich hold us back from living honest and decent lives, where everyone's basic needs are met. It's wage slavery. They're pushing to do anything they can for a dollar, and since the rich are in charge we're in some sort of trouble. We're destroying the planet.)
Let's organize.
Colleague Erik Johnson can talk all day about Communism, Socialism, Capitalism, etc.
-Where do you see our government going sire?
(It's going into a period of reaction, because the election of Barack Obama created a positive, progressive push in our society's structure. Which means it will be countered by a reactionary response. Like the Tea Party."
Professor in the house bitches.
Thoughts?
I want to talk about aliens.
Actually nevermind.
Isn't it interesting how most people aren't comfortable with listening to music without words? It's like, some people just feel compelled to be told something, like they're being reassured that they're still here. Still alive and vulnerable. It's like some people are sometimes so lonely that hearing music without words is like a constant reminder of how empty they are. What would our world come to if we were forced to think our own thoughts all the time instead of having on the radio or movie quotes to live by?
Not everyone's like that. I find it so empowering to listen to music without words. Ever notice how many songs you know every word to, even though you don't like them? Ever think there's a purpose to that? Who makes the decision to play "Over" 4 times within a 15 minute time block?
Why do radio announcers repeat the same thing so many times so that you can memorize every syllable and rhythm?
So many questions. It would be cool if I could get some feedback from someone.
Aliens and Egyptian Pyramids.
DaddyD joined in our conversation. He'll be labeled as "D," I will be "S," and Erik will be"E." Clearly.
D: Pyramids uh, the drawing that they have on the pyramids, connect with the stars and the drawings that they made in the sky, and that's how they got their directions and chiseled them into the pyramids so they knew where they were.
S: So what does that have to do with aliens? You know what's interesting though, is that Pyramids of Giza exactly aligned with Orien's Belt, to a T. in different countries around the world they had pyramids, in Mexico and Egypt for example, they had the same measurements and perimeters. There was no humanly possible way to communicate with civilizations around the world during that time.
*Mark enters*
M: I don't think it's possible for people to construct that shit. I don't get how it can align with Orien's Belt.
S: How do you think it happened?
D: Aliens!!!!
*Bryce*
B: Time travel, if it exists, has always existed.
S: Ha. I like that.
E: Time travel equals no aging. Travel 20 lightyears, you won't age a minute.
Smoke break.
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