Singers

"Jesus Christ, I'm alone again.
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
Cuz this problem's going to last
more than the weekend.

Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die,
I'm a little bit scared of what comes after.

...

I know you think that I'm someone you can trust,
But I'm scared I'll get scared
and I swear I'll try to nail you back up.
So do you think that we could work out a sign?
So I'll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try."


This morning I found a spider web stretching across my room, and the spider close by. I trapped it in a jar, and not knowing what to do with it, left it with no way of getting out or getting air while I went to class.

Well, I came back, and found it, having completely forgotten, and shook the jar.

As if it weren't bad enough, my nearly asphyxiating the thing, I had to go pick on it when it had no defenses whatsoever. Logically, I know there is no possible way it could've defended itself against me, and I shouldn't've shaken the jar. I hate the fact that it made a dull thwacking noise as I inhumanely flung it against the metal lid of the jar, but I especially hate that the sound was repeated, as hearing it didn't stop me.

I can't believe I did that, and now I feel so horrible. The thought that I could be so mean disgusts me, but to consider that I actually did... I'm completely nonplussed.

Humans are a stupid, brutal race, and I exemplify all our worst qualities.



Go here. Listen to this dog. Yes, dog.
(This is the part of the blog for which the entire post was titled.)