Acceptance of love and animation

Misted by the laws of attraction, isn't it funny how one's self delusional thoughts lead you to the insanity called woman? is it that we find security within the chaos of the insecure or perhaps we're just intrigued by their inconstant indifference to the world around them. Our parents warned us against those four letter words, fuck, shit, damn. but what of the more painful ones like, love, and miss. what other alternative do you have other then to move on forget dismiss, other then the apparent numb feeling this world is sure to give. when your mind is so constipated that there is no fluidity within the stagnant waters and you feel so depersonalized from the world that their any cognitive thinking seems entirely outside your grasp, challenge the insanity. how we deal with the passing of days is a scratch or mortar to the glass shield we call life. we are predisposed to being crazy childish or adult, it's the small things that set us off to the numbness. molded by the inopportune her lips are always just as delicious, morning, night, no matter what time of day. I am 27 years old and when i hear the words from someone i care from i'll be just as ready, i love each and everyone around me thats what i've taken from the assistance of others i've gotten in life. I don't care if you like me, i don't care if you can stand me, but when i hear it come from your mouth i'll be ready.

On another note, i'm impressed by the quality of japanese animation that's coming out in the years past, as well as i'm sure the years to come. I was re watching Angel Heart , a japanimation about a female assassin who has the feeling as memories of the recently diseased woman kaoi via organ transplant. In any order what i'm coming to is not only are the plots and intentions of the animation becoming a bit less surreal , but the storyline and emotions behind it are doing nothing but intensifying. so while i suppose we'll get the same useless hollywood bullshit cough cough twenty who gives a fuck dresses by the makers of devil wears prada. at least it hasn't effected the "childish" cartoons that i so deem to watch and enjoy. To be able to live and breath with the characters of a show isn't just a virtue as your empathizing with every heartache every joyous reunion and death and rebirth shown. Its pretty much for those reasons why i not only enjoy animation but i consider it the works and expressions of one or more screaming artists. if that's strange then so be it, i'm weird.

sometimes pain is so deep that you need someone to stand beside you and tell you everything will be fine, it will work out, and struggle is not futile.Once you hear those words your screaming out inside, i love you and i know everything will work out just fine as long as your by my side.however once you leave me i'll be that pit of despair called reality, and no longer surreality. Isn't it amazing how someone can be so vicious so ugly, so incredibly vile yet right after they have fed you to the demons they expect all the love in the world to come from your lips. it's almost as if saying yes i know that i have been ugly but let me justify my actions by insinuating the random chaos of the world and it's those tid bits of figmentation that produce the reasoning they abide by. For isn't it fact that if the world was originally created by those random bits of matter that finally composed that first amoeba which made a more logical genetic strain. the means doesn't matter as long as the end arrives as it should be