tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401167.post1182785306247048059..comments2024-01-07T10:14:10.914-06:00Comments on Adventures From A Quagmire: Fear Of Death - or - If It's Gonna Be That Kinda Party...obsquatchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13924883125077734912noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401167.post-42382800742205688932011-04-25T08:39:33.575-05:002011-04-25T08:39:33.575-05:00ass hole mother fucker fuck your mother deep in th...ass hole mother fucker fuck your mother deep in the ass you son of prostitute son of a bitch madarchood kuti ki aulad how dare you to make yhis type of picture of my lord jesus christ now you will see what he will do to you wait and watch son of a prostitute madarchodddddddddAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14436933305215367055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401167.post-75724493198803629762011-04-25T08:39:26.693-05:002011-04-25T08:39:26.693-05:00ass hole mother fucker fuck your mother deep in th...ass hole mother fucker fuck your mother deep in the ass you son of prostitute son of a bitch madarchood kuti ki aulad how dare you to make yhis type of picture of my lord jesus christ now you will see what he will do to you wait and watch son of a prostitute madarchodddddddddAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14436933305215367055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401167.post-4486546935610454322011-04-25T08:39:11.882-05:002011-04-25T08:39:11.882-05:00ass hole mother fucker fuck your mother deep in th...ass hole mother fucker fuck your mother deep in the ass you son of prostitute son of a bitch madarchood kuti ki aulad how dare you to make yhis type of picture of my lord jesus christ now you will see what he will do to you wait and watch son of a prostitute madarchodddddddddAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14436933305215367055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401167.post-40476905312295358062011-04-25T08:38:26.368-05:002011-04-25T08:38:26.368-05:00ass hole mother fucker fuck your mother deep in th...ass hole mother fucker fuck your mother deep in the ass you son of prostitute son of a bitch madarchood kuti ki aulad how dare you to make yhis type of picture of my lord jesus christ now you will see what he will do to you wait and watch son of a prostitute madarchodddddddddAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401167.post-53908513884083119402009-08-02T06:24:03.245-05:002009-08-02T06:24:03.245-05:00I read it all motherfucker.. It was lovely. I wish...I read it all motherfucker.. It was lovely. I wish you'd written more. I don't know why, but every time I scroll down, I do so with a certain amount of trepidation that the posts will run out and I won't have anything new to read from that deliciously nasty mind of yours. <br /><br />Just keep writing, will ya?Ibrahimhttp://mildewed.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401167.post-60652252132470905142009-07-26T21:32:22.596-05:002009-07-26T21:32:22.596-05:00Lupine, you shock me. I lined you up, man. Five ...Lupine, you shock me. I lined you up, man. Five headed dildos and strippers with flamethrowers and corndogs, and all you want to talk about a mountain? Is there always that grinding sound when you shift gears?<br /><br />Your point is well taken, the "fullness" of a life being lived to the fullest is relative to the one living it. Climbing a mountain, or several mountains, in the winter, at night, with a overstuffed pack full of Dinty Moore beef stew and dirty whiskey, well, to me that is paradise. I escape from the noise, the light, the traffic, the people, all of it, and have only myself and the people I chose to be with to make sure I make it to the next cabin to pop open that bottle and share some laughs around a woodstove, surrounded by the cold and dark of a winter mountaintop. Self exploration doesn't need a mountain though. A good book on a comfy sofa by a fireplace is living life to the fullest. A symphony enjoyed with your eyes closed. A glass of wine on the porch, or a walk on the beach during a thunderstorm. A trip to the Art Institute where you get the stink eye from the lady behind the ticket counter after handing her your ten-year-old student ID which features a picture of you with long hair and overalls and a stupid looking smirk you couldn't recreate if your face was make of playdoh, all just so you could save a measly $5 to stare at Ed Hooper's <a href="http://www.edwardhopper.info/Nighthawks.html" rel="nofollow">Nighthawks at a Dinner</a>. Anything that excites the senses, invigorates the mind, creates interaction or conflict between people or even just in yourself is what I would consider "whooping it up." My brother rafts down the Grand Canyon and climbs glaciers and wouldn't be happy without such thrills. I prefer hiking, biking, and writing about torrid angels. You, sir, get to choose what going all out means to you, what living to the fullest actually entails. But not trying to find out what get's your rocks off because you might fall, you might embarrass yourself, you might die, that is a waste of a good life. That's why I unplugged my TV.obsquatchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13924883125077734912noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13401167.post-975417486865589272009-07-26T20:50:01.271-05:002009-07-26T20:50:01.271-05:00I think that the thereIfixeditdotcom dudes are the...I think that the thereIfixeditdotcom dudes are the real no fear junkies. I don't know if that necessarily translates to having no fear of death or of having no fear of a very painful electrocution. One is an aversion to high pain and agony, which is more tangible to sentient beings, while the other is a more intangible thing that is quite subtle and harder to truly test. Maybe one does imply the other, but to me, a genuine fear of death would manifest with an old dude on his deathbed really freaking out. But ok, forget this. Living life to the fullest has always been one giant problem for me. The reason being that this world is filled with thousands upon millions of worlds of adventure, each different in nature in some way. Ultimately it's in the mind. The reason why a sudden mountain climb would be exciting is yes, it is a new world of experience, but it is also change and something that takes advantage of our natural instincts. So while it does make one happy, it is only because there is a reason for this happiness relative to the person - one's state of mind at that point. Not everybody will find a mountain climb exciting for a wide variety of reasons, from not being much of an outdoors person to not liking exercise ... so yea, a fat nerd. Similarly, active introverts might prefer the conquest of climbing a mountain and just being alone with the world. This person might prefer other aspects to the climb at first not obvious - it might be a spiritual experience. In any case, something drives them forward to have this experience.<br />So people come in different types. Some would love to have a life of perpetual experiences that can be appreciated quite naturally, that could end up teaching them a lot of things and conversely, other people could prefer to spend their life teaching themselves of richer hidden worlds not fully appreciable by the senses at the start, that could end up being quite an experience. I have no answer as of yet as to which way of life is better as both are adventures of a different kind. Both take you to unknown territories (and put you out "there"), and both at the right moment force you to change and face your fears. Both test you and make you grow. It's just that the zenith of each personality's development is different I think, which makes the difference in preference from person to person. I can't imagine anything transforming a man making use of scientific thinking to revert back to some other less rewarding thought system. The personality develops one way on the basis of a pronounced experience. If a person had a very strong outdoor experience kayaking or whatever early on in their lives, he or she may just live to be a thrillseeker. For this person, going back to a more quiet and reserved state might be unthinkable. I'm rambling. But my point is that I don't have a clue as to what constitutes a right way of living, or whether anything one does particularly makes them more "alive" than another. And this is on the basis of momentary experience alone. Whether we like it or not, certain long term plans are absolutely necessary. I don't mean that in a way to help procrastinators delay the work for today, but rather to accept that certain achievements cannot be had in a day or week or even a year with the hardest of efforts. It still is living for the day mind you, but only sustaining the process till the end result comes to fruition (the end result may not be one thing, but could even be a state of mind. Perpetual improvement might be the goal... which really has no end). This can be anything from running a business to a work of art.<br />Anyway, if you can resolve this in any way, I'd be glad to hear it.LupineLooPinehttp://www.youtube.com/user/lupinel00pinenoreply@blogger.com