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Hello.
My name is sean. This is my rant.

THINK THIS BLOG IS EVER GOING TO GET YOU ANSWERS?
GIVE IT UP.
nevertheless I keep it to chronicle my life. Without photos. I can only imagine how puzzled I will be when I re-read my blog.

Ear Candy
Green Day.
F.O.B.
The Script.
Coldplay.
All the above, selectively.
Good sounds with a mild relaxing effect.

How to screw up my day:
Irritating, attention-seeking behaviour
Being a general ass-hole

Upon a star with a gun, I wish:
For me to stop being addicted to
The computer -Love -Being happy
And for a less competitive world.

Would be nice, but

I don't have friends on Blogspot anymore.




Bitch about this excuse of a blog


Mwah<3
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2/11/12
//Ranting

Being in your own world. So dream-like, so happy, so childishly pure. Like a foetus. The womb is your world, everything fed to you is less harsh, distilled; rose-tinted colouring in every mouthful. You can develop. You can find yourself, your identity, your tastes, your comfort zones. All the while moving towards financial independence, supporting a family, feeling appreciated and held in awe. Just for the simple price of disconnection from alternative paths. Pay the toll of opportunity and potential to cross the bridge to self-awareness.

Protection. For anyone who wants to believe that the world is how they see it, who needs to believe so, it's protection. From the harsher realities of supporting society, system and state above self. Because, if you can convince yourself that the elephant in the room doesn't exist in your life, and never has, it's true, right? You're just pursuing your dreams, on the way to that desired peak of wealth and comfort, right? If not for yourself, for "face", for family, for commitments and unwanted disappointment that will eventually wear you down and tear you inside-out. Yes, living in your own world is all worth it. The ritalin for your un-pursued aspirations, the morphine to your childhood. GREAT, THIS IS IT, MY SET PATH IN LIFE, and you're not thinking any more. Just taking your rose-coloured pills in overdoses. Looks, tastes, smells, sounds like a rose, but doesn't feel like it. Actually, doesn't feel remotely like a flower. But as far as you're concerned, 4 signs do equal complete reality. 4=5.

The rest of math can screw itself. Because 4=5. Please let it be so.

You need it to.


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