best rap song cover ever: http://unfaithful.org/music/  click on the ben folds five song. i think i might like BFF after hearing this...

talkin shit.

ya, now we're talkin shit.

about your mom

wtf.pwnd/gg-no.re

scrambled thoughts.

necessary being.

omnipotence.

arbitrary logic ingrained in humanity.

(2+2=4)=(reality),  P=P

this is by chance though. we only see p='s p, but in order for the perfect being to be omnipotent p and not p must be plausible. its by chance that 2+2=4. 2+2 could have easily been 5, 3, or any other number, but it equals 4 in the bounds that he has created for our lives. i guess my waivering faith has been somewhat solidified in accepting the greatest contradiction known to man, true and not true. he MUST exist and he must NOT exist. limiting to either or would disprove his complete power. but existence in non existence, and non existence in existence? to much for me to think about.

and time has been nagging at me again. fuck time. most rediculous thing. linear documentation of events in chronological order makes people think that there is such thing as a future. the future though cancels out the possibility of man having free will. if there is a future, the omnipotent being must know what's going to happen in it, therefore canceling any action we make as being our own decision, since it is precalculated. not knowing what is going to happen however doesn't limit the power of the almighty, since knowledge of what doesnt exist doesn't disprove his power.

these ideas help me sleep at night, but the concept of space haunts my dreams. what the fuck? why is it so big? ive come to a conclusion that we are in a 3 dimentional physical reality, and at any given point, regarless of our location, we are at the center of this 3 dimentional plane on the circumfrance of a 4 dimentional plane. the only thing i can't figure out is what the fuck a 4 dimensional sphere actually is, but i would like to think that it accounts for the edge of the universe being non existant. like if you traveled for however long from point a in a straight line, traveled all the way across the universe, you would end up at point a. this straight line does not arch. but who knows.

finally got the dsl back on. i missed WoW a lot, but it was nice to have a break from it. facedown fest is coming up this friday. NIV... shit. friday after is BANE/comeback kid tour, which is gonna be fuckin righteous.

Shovels are necessary. They are needed for exstensive digging, obviously, and digging for a time capsule buried 10 years ago is no different. It wasn't a long walk. It was enjoyable, actually, as the moon arched brightly through the cloudless sky and a soft summers breeze comforted me. The field we stredegiously planned to meet in on this night was somewhat isolated. It was the perfect place to preserve our greatest treasures, a place that we could someday return to and remember togeather. I was in charge of bringing the shovel on this night, to dig for our past. It was only a 15 minute walk from the parking lot. The path was hard beaten, but I only followed it for a short distance before I veered off into the somewhat thick woodland. I remembered the way. My shoes sank a little in the soft dirt as I trudged through bush's and shrubs, careful to avoid the poisonous ones the best I could in such lighting. Finally, I came to the break in the tree's. Grass stood as tall as my knee's for a few hundred yards in front of me, and in the center I could make out the image of my friend, laying there, with his head on the rock we had placed as a marker. The swishing sound of my legs treading through the grass was almost an unbearable trespass in the silence of this place. If he noticed my approach, he showed no sign. He layed there, sleeping, chest rising and falling with each breath, looking much like I had last seen him 2 years before. I expected a struggle, but the point of my shovel went straight through that mother fuckers throat with one swift movement. Shovels are necessary. For digging up ones past, as well as burrying it.

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go. run. as fast as you can. to the record store nearest you and pick up the new comeback kid. and if you dont have the old, get that too.

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