Let's be ironic here and use this title on behalf of my statement. :-) [January 8, 2006. Evening] Everything around me is weak and vulnerable, outside of this forcefield. I've realized that the people I make vague contact with are the ones easiest to analyze--I see they're all greedy. The people you pass by are evil, and they would destroy you to get what they want. Your employees, co-workers, your employers. All of them are greedy, and would rip your chest open with their teeth, if you swallowed their shiny new nickle. They all want to skin you alive. Everything around me...is weak and vulnerable. This is physical truth. History does not tell the truth. It is not a liar, but it is very dishonest. You reading this. Yes you. Filthy mother fucker. I hate you if you believe in the past. I don't really hate you. I just want your heart beat to speed up. I want you to feel the words I am saying circulating in your body. MOTHERFUCKER YOU WILL DIE Now let's try this while the mood is going YOU STUPID BITCH YOU FAT WHORE HISTORY DOES NOT TELL THE MOTHERFUCKING TRUTH. IT IS NOT A LIAR, BUT IT IS DISHONEST LIKE YOUR ENTIRE LIFE. But honestly. History is altered for your benefit. It has been set to make you happy. And the truth? You know the one that is sad, sad? It is obsolete. It was not capable of surviving time. It was not capable of surviving you, so your ancestor's slowly devoured it. [to be continued] January 8, 2006 This is something completely unrelated to Platonic Idealism, but I had to write this. I've been sitting on the internet for the past hour or more, maybe, mainly trying to decipher something on www.marilynmanson.com and such, and looking back and forth on this forum I've been going to for a long time. It turns out one of the members that used to be on there was actually more than a nobody-model, she was semi-known, and the vague memories of replying to a message of her's exists in my mind. And this isn't actually one of those moments, like "oh my god, I talked to a famous person...kinda," it was when I saw she abandoned her modeling to move on to something else that made me feel strange. I remembered her being very interested in her modelling, before she had her account deleted. Somehow this impacted me, and made me feel cold. She's on myspace, and her personality seems to have changed a lot. I don't even give a shit though. Truthfully, I thought she was a pretty girl (I had a few photos of her saved to my computer, especially this one picture I saved where her make up was BEAUTIFUL), but she was so...not ditsy..but... finish my sentence. But somehow it just feels odd. Thinking of how someone changes so much when you're not there. I don't know. It's 3:17, and I have to get up in about four hours. I need sleep. My sleeping has decreased in the past several weeks. I'll try to finish the original intent of this entry later. .....|||||||||...|||...