So what have I done in this blog? Poetry, questioning things and supplying nice pictures. However I haven't really achieved anything other than self belief that I'm a bit bizzare at times, I don't own much materialistically compared to Bill Gates, thought I haven't invented anything except dance moves and new drug combinations. Haven't morally achieved anything, like survived cancer or shit like that. I have achieved a few life-long friends, but they already know this. I've achieved a broad overview of different social circumstances, but I'm sure a lot of people have. Blah blah blah I wanna do something great. I don't care about the credit for doing it, I don't really care about the circumstances of how it's done; to know that you helped or created something amazing. I wont be curing cancer or at the picket-line of a pointless need for revolution, maybe I'll write a book, or represent an iconic thing. I think I have it in me. Or maybe I'll just doss my life and become some shitty memory where I achieved no greater good outside my immediate connections. I don't get why people stick to one minded thinking such as Marxism, no real self ideal just sort of following, pretending to lead, and following again. This is your life, write your own socialist book bitch. Not even science is objectionable knowledge. Variety is the spice of life and all that bullshit.
PC arrives on Monday, thank god :], Easters nearly among us like a rampant rabbit in some sort of horny rage, time flies too quick but life's pretty good. Bit of a shit post but I aint Plato!
