The Nonsensical Journal

We have eternity to double the seven deadly sins and then some.

Perhaps heaven is a sinful place. They imagine all the rewards and mysticism that heaven holds and forget all the malice that is trapped in the hearts of the devout don’t they? Imagine all the temptations one keeps under lock and key to achieve the heavenly reward, and then you realize that there is someone who must’ve entered the pearly gates thinking “Okay I’ve waited a lifetime for this… where’s the goat?”

Heaven might very well be the homeland of irony… and perhaps apple (both the fruit and the company that produces some of the most useless stuff I absolutely must have… whens the next iPhone coming out?)

Reporting lifeless from the weekend I inform whatever readers, who for some reason or another are still reading, that nothing of interest has happened. In case a few friends read this, other than seeing you of course! (Although in all honesty that was said in complete dishonesty)

So I find myself romancing MS Word at three in the morning typing away random nonsense that is of no value to anyone or even providing the slightest contribution to society… its only purpose seems to waste a bit of your time, and for that I apologize, unless of course your objective was to waste a bit of your time, and for that I say you’re welcome.

Now I’m not sure if we live a life where all has been predetermined by your choice of omnipotent power, or we forge our own destiny with decisions that we take every day… in which case, I’m probably screwed… I don’t know but I suppose if it was predetermined then at least I can go on about thinking I got screwed by my omnipotent power of choice, which is easier than going through life thinking “stupid, stupid, what was I thinking?”

The dead have it easy they don’t have to wake up every day, so stop crying over them they’re laughing at us.

On a different note every morning a bird has chosen my window as its stage to cheerfully chirp. I’m not sure why it has me confused for a Disney character who might enjoy such behavior, and I’m also not sure why it keeps coming back despite being smacked away over ten times… my question is this… are birds retarded? It’s five in the morning you little shit…

I’m going to sleep and not dream, I always wondered why I never dream but when you live your waking hours lost in your head then a dreamless slumber is a blessing. I will leave you now and should you return know that you will find nothing here but nonsense, and while we may depart momentarily, I urge you to rethink heaven and hell; I suspect there might have been a misprint in the pamphlets that were handed out.