Insensibles

I was hopeless and bored so I entered a movie theatre. I ended up seeing a Spanish movie named Insensibles, and Lord it was stupid. I started rolling my eyes during the first fucking scene. The scene contained 'scary' little girls in a 'scary' forest. They were oh so cute, but oh so intimidatingly blank-faced when they burned their hands with fire! How spooky!

If a movie starts with Spooky Little Girls, I know that it's gonna be shit. Spooky Little Girl is probably the most annoying cliché there is. And just generally children: it seems that most films with child actors are pretentious and unintelligent. Why is this?

The movie clearly wanted to say something, but it was just so utterly stupid that I ended up spending the whole time simply rolling my eyes. In one scene, one of the Spooky Kids takes a puppy and tears its stomach open to remove a diseased organ. And, eh, the puppy completely ignores this operation. He doesn't even seem to notice that his stomach has just been ripped open. Um. Um. Okay. Later, virtually the same thing is done to a man, and the man screams and screams. Who wrote this? It's 2013. [Edit: Wow! No it isn't! It's actually 2014?! Lord!] Are there still people unaware of the fact that all vertebrates, let alone mammals, are pretty much equally sentient?

Later, a spooky 7-year-old apparently hugs a grown man to death. Um. Um. Um. Okay.

At the end it got a little more bearable. But not much.

I should stop wasting my time like this.

I've never seen a scary (or good) horror movie. They are always idiotic, for some reason. They are the most childish genre in movies. They lack all meaning, all message, all humanity, all intellect. Question: why are people so retarded?

Philip Seymour Hoffman is dead, and it's my fault.

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What separates you from the rest of them is the thing that interests me.

Your loneliness.

What if

Wow. Wouldn't it be great if the Internet was a place where things like this happened all the time, instead of once in every 3 years? Instead of all the ignorance and bitterness and hate and pain, what if it was like this?

Ung

I am younger than Justin Bieber. I am younger than all the members of One Direction.

I keep wondering why people are so afraid of dying alone. What's wrong with that, lover-wise? I'm gonna have lovers, but they won't need to stay if they don't want to. I'm looking for revolutions, not marriages.

My heart explodes. I have nothing to say so

when the world, it shows me up
my clothes, they show me up
I never knew this before
the finest hour that I've ever known
was finding a pound on the Underground
when my words came stumbling out
then I went tumbling out
I've never been hit before
the finest hour that I've ever known
was finding a pound on the Underground
and I keep hoping you are the same as me
and I'll send you letters and come to your house for tea
we are who we are, what do the others know
but poetry is not for me, so show me the way to go (home)
when the words came stumbling out of my mouth
and I went tumbling out (here, no no, no no)
but I keep hoping you are the same as me
and I'll send you letters and come to your house for tea
we are who we are, what do the others know
but poetry is not for me, so show me the way to go
oh, I'm going home
but I'll keep hoping you are the only one
yes, and I'll send you letters, oh, wouldn't it be such fun
oh, we are who we are, whatever the others say
but poetry is not for me, as much as I'd like to stay
oh, I just want to go home
you're, you're, you're too young
should've been, you, you're, you're too young
it should've been, you too, you're too, you're too young
it should've been, you, you, you're too young
you should've been... safe here
bribed the judge and then sat down
ooh, you're, you're, you're too young

I am the boy who lived

 
I don't share your beliefs, but I admire your passion.

I don't really have beliefs. I have facts and a backbone to react to them.

Lately I've been dancing on the streets of Helsinki. Like, literally, dancing. Alone. With my iPod. I can't dance, but I do know how to jump and party. I do this early in the morning when normal people are making their way to work. When the horrifying question of "Oh my fucking god what the hell am I doing?" enters my mind, I... keep dancing. Perhaps it will make the day better for somebody. Perhaps sooner or later they'll stop and remember the little faggot that they saw dancing on the street and realize that they're not the most embarrassing person on the planet, after all.

The coolest thing you can ever do is to stop trying to be cool.

I don't look like this.

I've walked through so much darkness. You should applaud me for still being around. And when I eventually come out of this darkness, you should meet me at the end of the tunnel and give me a hug.

Jesus* I'm horny. My life is like never-ending erection. It's strange. You can't run away from it. You can't masturbate it away. You can try, but 5 minutes later it's back. I'm sorry. You never asked.

* This is Jesus.

Do I annoy you? Don't worry about it. Annoyance is the price we pay for all the truly good things.

I am jealous of nobody. Nobody. Nobody in this world has the things that I want. I'm the only person in the world who's got the potential to get them. As painful and ridiculous it is to be me, I'd hate to be somebody else.

If I one day get a lot of money for the books that I've written, I'll give at least 99 % of it away. I don't want money, and others need it more than I do.

Money makes people self-centered and unhappy. I want to be poor. When you're rich, you forget how to appreciate the small things and how to see the things that matter. When you're rich, nothing feels big.

I want Nothing to feel like Something.

The core of my unhappiness: I'm so much smarter than most people that it makes most people seem like alien morons to me. I hate existing this way. I wish everybody was like me. I've said this before.

Being the sharpest pencil in the box is painful, because it is you getting stung. Maybe some day my brain will sting society, but so far it's me hurting.


I've been thinking about something that I wrote about the meat industry:

60 billion animals every year, tortured heartlessly for nothing. A decade: 600 billion. And this is just the land animals. There are only a few billion of us westerners that these animals are produced for.

What this means is that our societies are producing a lot more suffering than happiness. It is clear that we have failed. It's time to change.