12“Let’s go kill ourselves.”
“Let’s go kill ourselves.”
First period was weeeeeeeeeeeeird. This is the conclusion Maggie and I came to after mind fucking each other :D
To say the least.
I spent the first 15 minutes looking at Spook with Steph and giggling over Alison Mosshart, hipster triangles and squares, ugly models, and boobs.
Then Steph and I started talking about weird shit. I don’t even know how it happened. I think we started talking about dreams or something.
“…You know if you don’t dream, you go insane. They used to torture people…”
”..Yeah, the four stages of sleep…”
”..So you can survive on two hours of REM…”
“…Lucid dreaming..”
“…If everything is perception…”
“…If they look up, they’re thinking. If they look down, they’re feeling..”
“…Who…are you, really?..”
”..We’re just a flesh vessel. The only entity of who we really are..”
“…Just attach your brain to a computer..”
”..Colours on the spectrum that we can’t even comprehend!..”
“…What if we’re all “colour blind”..”
“…Everyone can be manipulated…”
”..George Orwell’s 1984…”
“…I’m so nihilistic..”
”..Shit means nothing..”
”..We are never going to be civil. We’re all gonna kill each other…”
“…If there’s peace, we’re gonna kill ourselves..”
”..If we live in this plane, and there are several others, that means shit’s happening right here that we can’t even see..”
“…John Edwards is full of shit…”
”..There’s that robot that can interpret..”
“…My favourite television show, Battlestar Galactica..”
“…Well, when you die, I suppose you won’t care anymore…”
“…We’re already dead..”
“…What’s the point of life?…”
“I’m so depressed now. I feel like killing myself.”
