I’m feeling deep, but I realise that deep is synonymous with retarded, so I’m trying to keep my mouth shut, but fuck, we’re all just a bunch of particles floating around, waiting to be destroyed. Seriously, something big should fall on me and disable me from continuing to assault my keys with this bullshit, but Jesus, there could be fish on Europa and that is just fucking insane.
Even thinking is weird. Like, what’s a thought? Are memories quantifiable? Why is it that when someone dies, they lose a small percentage of mass? What about spontaneous human combustion? Is it really just bullshit? Or are the feelings that are bubbling and seizing all in my mind right now building up to an explosion?
When I think about love and my chest aches, is that a real physical reaction caused by actual muscles in response to a feeling, is that my “heart”, or is it all in my head? What the fuck is love? Is it real, or is it just an amatory impulse that evolution imposed in order to guarantee reproduction? And if that’s true, why do men love men, and women love women?
I think I’m just really tired and suffering from a lack of Rock Band. At least I hope.
Speaking of music.
Until We Bleed, by Lykke Li, is perhaps the best song in the last decade. I can’t really tell you why. The vocals are amazing. The rhythm is delicate. It’s sex at the end of the world to a beat.
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Meg grew up on an Amish farm in Iowa. She raised cows and horses and chickens until one day during Rumschpringe she discovered the internet. Now she spends most of her time wasting away on the web. Her favourite element is Bismuth, because its half-life is six times longer than the estimated age of the universe and it's pretty.