-there are tons of people poaching animals as we speak
-At this moment there are probably hundreds of people dying from gunshot wounds in overseas wars
At this moment, some people have the Luxury to SLEEP
At some point, I will die. My existance will cease. If there is no afterlife, as I suspect, then everything I have felt, thought, or done, will be erased. The thing that is my mind will no longer be. And I cannot conceive of that. It chills me to the core.
That’s a good point Saint Zero. What I meant to say was that a compass wouldn’t do you any good on the moon as far as telling what direction you are traveling, have traveled or may want to travel in the future. While it would react to magnetic rocks in the area, there are no magnetic poles, and so would essentially be useless for this particular application.
Technically, of course, you could just follow your footsteps back (I’m pretty sure the moon’s surface is covered in dust, and there’s no wind to blow it away.) But that kind of ruins the tragic elements of the thought in the first place.
I apologise for not having more precise random thoughts regarding my possible impending lunar death. My English is…how do you say?..inelegant. I’ll try to do better in the future.
Some French guy left his lunch in a cave for about a week. Then, he discovered his cheese was moldy and ate it anyway, then convinced some marketing type that moldy cheese would be a great ingredient for salad dressing.
Ritchie Blackmore hasn’t put out an album for about for years now.
Stevie Ray Vaughn is dead.
There are websites on the Internet dedicated to telling you that the King James Version of the Bible is the only translation with God’s personal impramatur and all other translations are from the pit of hell.
Most of my posts contain at least three run-on sentences.
There are people I will never see again, and I don’t know it yet.
My son is on the other side of the globe and I couldn’t get there soon enough to help him, even if I tried.
…that if music was based on pure talent, my older brother would be insanely famous, and not just on mp3.com and in Pittsburgh in the past, but all over America.
…manic depression isn’t all that bad.
…this room is a mess. And why does my family call it the drawing room?
…I have no time to do all the things I want to do. Ever.
…that I miss my Aunt Lou so bad…
…this room needs blinds. I feel like everyone can see me, even though we live in the country with no nearby neighbors on each side.
…I smell good. I smell like Ray.
…somebody’s crying.
…someone has come to the conclusion that their life sucks so they kill themselves, only to have people find them the next morning and ask, “Why? She was so happy…”
…my fingers are too skinny for most of my rings.
…some people lose weight that weighs as much as me. It’s like they’re ridding themselves of carrying a willowy 18 year-old along with them wherever they go.
Babies named Gary. That’s creepy.
Think about those old-fashioned names, those elderly people.
There used to be babies named Edna and Gladys. shudder
…that I might have offended anyone named Edna or Gladys. My apologies.
…I have a great-aunt named Gladys, and that she is losing her mind and in a nursing home. Man, it sucks, she was such a sharp lady.
…when I think of the name Gladys, I think of cows, thanks to Pee Wee’s Playhouse.
[ul]
[li]two people are dying around me, and I can do nothing to stop it.[/li][li]three people that are in this room are stoned and wonder why I am not[/li][li]none of these three seem to care sometimes, when other times I am showered with love[/li][li]somewhere, someone is in a fight with someone else[/li][li]somewhere, there is a baby named Bob[/li][li]somewhere, a stupid idea is being born[/li][li]someone just started a website which they put their hopes and dreams (no matter how big) into it[/li][li]Robert is feeling depressed tonight[/li][/ul]