The, One?

It may be noted that the single most attractive thing in existence to me was, and still is, a certain female on new year's eve/day '06/07 in a gold sequin and royal blue number, with her hair dyed a deep brown in contrast to her usual bright natural blonde; I do, infact, prefer her as a blonde, but this night, this imagery, forever haunts me as the one i forced away. Such ludicrous idiocy hasn't been seen since the english elected margaret thatcher as prime minister. I will never see a smile on her face again without the sad aftertones following through her eyes, such beautiful eyes. Well god damn, I did mess that up. It was all my fault, and no one would question that, and certainly I am not dissillusioned by my inept younger douchebaggery, but I know she is all I ever want, no more, no less, just her sweet caress. Wow, what a douchebag. I mean, what is a guy to do? Even if she did look at me, at all, maybe a facebook stalk every once a month, I can't live upto her expectations. Now she is more humble and wonderful than ever, I'm more harrowed, she listens to female singer/songwriters, I listen to Every Time I Die, she looks fantastic, I look like what she wipes her feet on before stepping through a portal. I'm done for. She is beauty incarnate, a living goddess, her body is divine, her personality, sublime, I simply cannott exist near her, I don't ever deserve that nurture, anymore. Done for, I need a release, but that's what makes me look like more of a douchebag, than being at peace; the only way I might possibly come into her path, once again. I'd give up everything, alcohol, food after 9pm, any acknowledgement of tge opposite sex ever again, even meat. And I EAT THE FUCK out of meat. Aldi hoi sin duck wraps are my cardinal sin, and lipton peach ice tea washes it down nicely. I'd ditch 'em both, right now. All of it. Been this way for 5 years now, and still maintaining a high level of being a douchebag. Fuck.

PLEASE GINGERS, don't dye. I love you.

Relevance in the infiniverse

Existent, we are not. If theory suggests, then why bother? Mind plagues, forget your values, taboos, reasons and excuses, refusal plays you into the game. You are an automaton, software, possible hardware (as we know it). The multiverse is a platform, why do you make decisions? Tell me it's you, you know it to be untrue.
Every particle linked to another, infinite imaginings, same pixels, same colour. Ordered by energy, thermal is just a faster displacement, to describe you hollow would be an understatement, the shell of your vaccuumous being is irrelevant binary, coded to withstand your mental prying, pryor to this you thought you were merely dying.
Coded from the outside, holographic inside, universal distortion creating an edge for the illusion, why do we kill, why are we suicidal? No sentient being should be born capable, it's an outer probing creating your mind's capabilities, giving your binary frivolous abilities.

This is a possible song written regarding the potential of our lack of existence, and whether multiverse theory is possibly representative of an outside power controlling us as a game of sorts, holograms in our own existence, projected from the outer edge of the universe, as is the unique pattern of an exploded star engraved into the edge of its life ending energy pulse, every unique oddity of its being coded in the edge of a pulse of energy.

I don't know if anyone actually reads this blog, i suppose that's irrelevent (i've spelt that word two different ways in this blog, cover all my bases so to speak) however i do apologise to anyone that does, for my incredibly inconsistent posts, and lack of anything tangibly interesting other than my mindless drivel, but then, this blog is here for just that, so i take back my apology merely due to the principal of it all.

Copyright etc, copy my shit and prepare to get mercilessly dicked.