Beauty Machine:
1:String
2:Pendulums
3:Counter-Rotating Heavy Things
4:Renewable Energy Source (hydro-gravitational?)

See, here's the thing...

See, life is like a room. You can say box of chocolates, but i say room. anyway, in this room you wait a while, patiently, and then someone comes in. This person is probably in a uniform of some sort, and they care about what they do. This person says to you, in an over-loud voice, "Aye, Bee!"
You look around a bit, you think a bit, and then you say "Cee, Dee?" to which this other person grumbles and makes a mark on a clip board. Then he says "Table, Chair!" and you say "Fork, Spoon?" and there's some more grumbling and more notes.
Regardless of what you do, this goes on until you have to sleep. then you sleep, then you wake up and a similar but slightly different person comes in and says similar but slightly different things, and the day is overall similar but slightly different.

I don't know if those are even my beliefs, but it seems to make sense. whatever.

I see both sides of any dichotomy as equally valid, and i see all things as a dichotomy (or group of such). Making decisions which have consequences should be easy when it doesn't matter what the consequences are, but that doesn't seem to be the case. Others might care, so i should care. Maybe that's just an excuse to cover my own emotional involvement, but i'm getting a little to psycho-babbly for me.
How can one thing be preferable to another? Sure, there are things that i like, but does that make then the thing that should be done? And is one preferance more involving than another? gargar, babblebabble.

Bitch and moan, bitch and moan. i can't take it.

Okay, okay, here's the trick. I just thought of this last night, but it sounds good. I'm a very happy person, but as an animal i'm somewhat discontent. Or a happy animal and a discontent human. Either way, i think that what i need is some kind of human interaction. That could just be my glands talking, however.
I never could determine whether i was primarily ruled by my id or my superego, but i'm pretty sure it's one or the other, although in a pretty heavily edited state. Either that or the two have come to some kind of truce. Come to think of it, i never really believed in either as anything more than a simplification, but still the point could be made any of the three ways.

I wish i had someone to love. sugar to kiss. sweetheart to miss. Hohum.


here's a link to an abortive first attempt at something completely other and yet well related. whatever.