Wasted-life-musings - Musings Of A Wasted Life

Sometimes you find amazingly talented people on youtube, here’s my youtube crush I’ve never talked to, she’s a much better guitar player than me....

“ If you wish to control others you must first control yourself…The primary thing when you take a sword in your hands is your intention to cut the enemy, whatever the means. Whenever you parry, hit, spring, strike or touch the enemy’s cutting sword, you must cut the enemy in the same movement. It is essential to attain this. If you think only of hitting, springing, striking or touching the enemy, you will not be able actually to cut him. “ - Miyomoto Musashi

Call Me Israel Hands

I think I ACTUALLY drink more rum than a pirate.  I don’t think pirates had a 5th+ rationed to them a day, every day.  Thats how you know you’re a drinker, not when you lose your job, when your wife leaves and the kids call mommys new boyfriend gary dad.  You know you’re a drinker when you put down a 5th and say ok, now whens the real buzz start?

" It wasn't until I was quite big I saw my first train.  I climbed up and down the station bridge, quite unaware that its function was to permit people to cross from one track to another.  I was convinced that the bridge had been provided to lend an exotic touch and to make the station premises a place of pleasant diversity, like some foreign playground. "

" I remained under this delusion for quite a long time, and for me it was a very refined amusement indeed to climb up and down the bridge.  I thought that it was one of the most elegant services provided by the railways.  When later I discovered the bridge was nothing but a utilitarian device, I lost all interest in it. "

I’m a very angry depressed sort of man, though I’m very Buddhist and level about it.  I have major moral conflicts with the people and the world around me, how it runs, the motives therein.  Though loved, and loving, I am a very un-affectionate person, I also have very little sympathy for people though lots of empathy.  I dated for too long too young, and have now been alone for a very long time, being a child of divorce I’ve come to have a very cynical view of love.  I distrust all humans and when I look in their eyes I usually see deceit, either of me or of themselves.  But it sure is good to just, laugh at stupid shit sometimes isn’t it?

Dream Journals

I’ve decided to start writing dreams down, so I might as well take up space here with em, some will be old dreams I remember still, some will be new dreams, just dreams, the only time we’re honest with ourselves and therefore the most honest i can be with you ( not that my 3 day old tumblr has alot of readers yet )

October 15th or something:  Fell asleep drunk watching the walking dead, dreamed I was being attacked by cops, it was a good ol time for a while til i was overwhelmed.  They’re run up, id stab them in the heart, another would come, stab, etc, eventually there was too many to stab and i ran, pretty self explanatory really, dreams are half subconscious mind and half replaying what we’ve seen experienced that day.  Now if i had that dream on say a Bahama vacation, well, worry then

You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.

(via dignitea)