My current plan is to try to drive you people insane. It might change even before I finish typing this sentence. Nope.

Anyway, so what do you want? What are your desires?

This post has been edited by Raijinili: May 31 2009, 07:25 PM

In response to the topic title: MA-O-AM, MA-O-AM, MA-O-AM (you would get this if you were German and knew certain television ads)

In response to the actual thing: I am trying to shed off any desires and lead a life in which i crave absolutely nothing, other than perhaps wanting to work towards returning to the world and its people that they have given to me and make sure when I leave this world I will not have any more debts left. That said, I have not achieved that level of enlightenment yet and still have some things I long for which I eventually really need to get rid of in order to be able to harmonically coexist with the world around me and-
BUT COULD IT BE POSSIBLE THAT I AM MISSING THE POINT AND YOU'RE JUST ASKING HOW WE WOULD LIKE TO BE DRIVEN INSANE BY YOU?

This post has been edited by P.P.A.: May 31 2009, 07:44 PM

Why do you want to shed your desires?

Because I have realised (and also experiences) that excessive craving will only lead to disasters. Greed will lead to destruction and self-destruction, in small personal matters and in history alike, and thus I must try as hard as possible to rid myself of it as best as I can.

Isn't that a desire to stay away from destruction?

I- ...but-
...
Curse you Rai! :(

I want a free tuition at the university I'm planning on attending.
I desire more bath scenes.

Why?

For the sake of sakes,
I strive to undertake the mission of utmost self-glorification.
To provide to my being a sense of accomplishment that is yet to be attained.
Beneath this fleshy mass of myself I understand nothing,
Whatever be mine inner parts that do not lie in the physical realms.
I take to heart that which is immaterial and without quantification,
so that persistence is not wasted for the ideals of others.
Fervent and overzealous banners that rise above the scape of humanity deal not with mine own worth.
What shall I call my own if myself is unknown to me?
Truly this ghastly display of projected vanity is wasted upon a facade of egos,
stifling layers of dispondent accursed loathing of my existence.
Here I can command everything of nothing,
my mind is my master to the slavery of itself;
It cuts its feet open to step on jagged stones and hot coals,
or the mental equivalence of said physical objects.
Accused, Accused is my sanity; assailed with a tempest of sound,
the noise within my mind.
It writhes, kicking and gnashing its teeth so that even the spittle does spark.
Beating itself out to become its lord,
to know itself, its depth and strength and meaning; or lack thereof.
What is this objective that we strive to achieve?
To satisfy the flitting desires of our most shallow thinking.
I cannot understand.
I should not understand.
I would not conceive to correct my corrosive consciousness;
she becomes my beauty in the grey world that I perceive.
To bestow upon it gender and persona I abhor to confess.


I forget the rest.

I hate poetry.

That was just spouting random chained garbage salvaged from a mind that's been active for about 20 hours.

That's poetry?

Anything that isn't prose or nonsense is poetry.

So by that logic, my dinner was poetry

No, it's nonsense.

:(