existence

1. 2018-06-01 at 1:21 PM UTC

   #1
   The Self Taught Man Black Hole
   Existence..... what a strange word. He, set out by determination & curiosity, knows no existence, knows nothing realevent to himself. The petty destinations of others & everything on this world, in this world, he knows the answers to. Yet they have no purpose to him. He seeks knowledge of the unthinkable, of the indefineable, of the unknown. He explores the everything...using his mind, the most powerful tool known to him. Not a physical barrier blocking the limits of exploration, time thru thought thru dimensions.... the everything is his realm. Yet, the more he thinks, hoping to find answers to his questions, the more come up. Amazingly, the petty things mean much to him at this time, how he wants to be normal, not this transceiver of the everything. Then, ocuring to him, the answer. How everything is connected yet seperate. By experiencing the petty others' actions, reactions, emotions, doings, [scribble] and thoughts, he gets a mental picture of what, in his mind, is a cycle. Existence is a great hall, life is one of the [scribble] rooms, death is passing thru the doors, & the ever-existant compulsion of everything is the curiosity to keep moving down the hall, thru the doors, exploring rooms, down this never-ending hall. Questions make answers, answers conceive questions, and at long last he is content.
2. 2018-06-01 at 1:22 PM UTC

   #2
   The Self Taught Man Black Hole
   tldrr h hhdsb v
3. 2018-06-01 at 3:27 PM UTC

   #3
   

   Jiggaboo_Johnson Black Hole
   Show tits.
4. 2018-06-01 at 3:55 PM UTC

   #4
   The Self Taught Man Black Hole
   my crack pipe actually is pretty fuckin good to smoke weed out of
5. 2018-06-01 at 3:56 PM UTC

   #5
   

   aldra JIDF Controlled Opposition
   /existence
6. 2018-06-01 at 3:57 PM UTC

   #6
   

   mmQ Lisa Turtle
   Take me to your [scribble] room
7. 2018-06-01 at 3:58 PM UTC

   #7
   

   Rock_N_Rollover African Astronaut [my obsessively old-time raunch]

   Originally posted by greenplastic Existence….. what a strange word. He, set out by determination & curiosity, knows no existence, knows nothing realevent to himself. The petty destinations of others & everything on this world, in this world, he knows the answers to. Yet they have no purpose to him. He seeks knowledge of the unthinkable, of the indefineable, of the unknown. He explores the everything…using his mind, the most powerful tool known to him. Not a physical barrier blocking the limits of exploration, time thru thought thru dimensions…. the everything is his realm. Yet, the more he thinks, hoping to find answers to his questions, the more come up. Amazingly, the petty things mean much to him at this time, how he wants to be normal, not this transceiver of the everything. Then, ocuring to him, the answer. How everything is connected yet seperate. By experiencing the petty others' actions, reactions, emotions, doings, [scribble] and thoughts, he gets a mental picture of what, in his mind, is a cycle. Existence is a great hall, life is one of the [scribble] rooms, death is passing thru the doors, & the ever-existant compulsion of everything is the curiosity to keep moving down the hall, thru the doors, exploring rooms, down this never-ending hall. Questions make answers, answers conceive questions, and at long last he is content.

   
   Was this sicko bitch your hero?
   
   http://www.acolumbinesite.com/dylan/writing/journal/journal4.php
   
   from Dylan Klebold's personal journal.