96 Suzuki Swift - 1500$ / 40300miles.
but it isnt an automatic ( meaning ill have to learn )

also - the miles on the Chevy is 92k

and I dont have to make PAYMENTS on the bloody swift.
so - what do you know about swifts then? :)

(ammendment)
( looking at the general aspects of the two cars so far - i like the chevy merely becuase it's automatic and has cruise control / that and it's "big" - then again it had a v6 engine, wherein the swfit has a v4. that *should* save on gas. but the swift is a hatchback. I bloody well hate hatchbacks. with a passion. oh chroike. )

NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Tell me you didn't buy a LUMINA!
Those things are SHIT!


not that I have already -
but at 9am this morning my father will be calling the guy.
I'm getting the VIN #s to check the history.

Mind you that I do respect your opinion - but it being Wednesday and me needing a car by Monday - I dont have much of a choice in this matter. A few things I'm concerned about, however, is what they're charging me.

My father says that the price is 4700$
He's putting down 1000$
That means *they* will pay 3700$

now under the thinger I have - i'll be paying 148$ for 36 months.
that comes out to be at least 5000$

Now it is my understanding that "what I'm paying for" is actually paying them back for the 3700$ they supposidively *loaned* me. They'll be making a profit of 2000$ by those numbers alone. That bothers me. I dont quite understand that.

Another thing - I know how you said not to buy american. In fact I specifically told my father that. He seems adamant on buying american cars however / so far he's bought only fords. It bothers me that my parents know little-to-nothing about cars.

I am pleading with anyone who seems to know anyone or anywhere who has a car for less than 1000$ for sale that will run for at least a year or more ( ? ) - call me at 253-843-9325. Car payments and Insurance payments seem to be too much.

Bloody hell.

. . . I think I have caught dementia from one of my clients. [To avoid the risk of being attacked by anyone smarter than me-yes, I know you can't catch it from another person.]

I was about to type this.. I kept getting messages .. they distract me.. it is comforting, but obsurd and aweful.. It's a funny sensation being both repulsed and compelled by something...............................................I'm chatting now, I'll get back to this after I have finished .........So chatting made me forget what this was all about.. I would go into the living room and think it over, but I hear my father out there repromanding the playstation for offering such a challenge... I'll go outside and think it over.. I should have known this was coming.........

The room is dark right now.. filled with sound from digitally recorded audio.. I am downloading more, it will come to me as I sit here and wait for it... I'll stack the rocks on my desk till then. I took them from the driveway just now.. to stack and watch them fall ... They have always been falling I think.. even before I stacked them...

It keeps coming back to me in little bursts and quickly fading away.. I am not trying to keep it really, just waiting for it to decide and stay.. I could feel it just now though. It was in the rocks on my desk... I held one for a moment. A moment feels odd right now.. A tiny lifetime that I choose to race ahead of .. I wonder will it catch up to me finally, these moments that I leave behind before they end.. The stone feels cold and distant, almost ancient. It's like holding the hand of an old person almost, I can feel the age in it...

I stacked them up just now and gazed at them for a while.. I was reminded of a pyramid, here, I built a wonder of the world... They must have known when it was done, that they would fall. The pyramids I mean, nothing is timeless... The stones just fell from the formation that i placed them in.. They lived a tiny million years , a wonder of the world.. They pyramids will fall too... a tiny million years from now.. I don't see the difference anymore though, that is the thing I guess... between the pyramids and the stones there is nothing I can tell them apart with... both are tiny stacks of rubble, which, will one day fall.. No that isn't it.. they have allready fallen and are merely forgotten.. vanished into sand dunes or into random places....I can't see what isn't there...........Now I am not making any sense.......

Aha!.. the music is here, perhaps now it will come to me...........................There was a loud bang outside.. I went to see what it was, but found nothing...
I never did find anything.. it was always like that ....... Where was I ?.. ohh yes.. it came to me now .. here it is .........................................
Here [_]>? and NOW......... No no no that isn't it ... It will come .. I'll find more music..........................

'93 Chevy Lumina Eurosport
V6 / Automatic.

....
chroist.
I hate cars.
I hate insurance.
I hate commitment.
I hate jobs.
....

I hate growing up.

An afternoon in the life of...PART I


So right now I am sitting in the cafeteria writing this little post down on a sheet of paper.

I was rather hungry and was going to bring my laptop, but forgot it on the rush to get down to the cafeteria before the place closed down. On the plus side, i am somewhat less conspicuous without my computer.

I did, however, have my camera in my bag, so lucky all of you get to see a brief glimpse of a few of the things i do. For starters, here is what i am eating:

Yummi pasta with alfredo sauce. Don't worry, as with all cafeteria food, it still sucks. Though it may sound appetizing, its not the greatest stuff.

Yeah, isn't that great. Well, it was kind of t asty. And now, I am having some dessert:

Ice cream and...gasp...is that...PiE?! Yup jimmy, it is pie. Good ol' fashion cherry pie.

Now you all get to see what a college cafeteria experience is like. Isn't it great. No...not really.

Oh, and for those of you that doubt i am really writing this as it happens...

What, still not enough proof? How about this?

(Obviously when i type this up, i can't really put the cherry sauce on the computer.)

Okay, enough, i need to clean that up...
Whammo!

Hehe, a guy just came out and was yelling, in some cool accent, "Hey, everybody, this is the last call for food!"

It must be 7:00. That's when the all-you-can-eat cafeteria closes, and they stop cooking and serving food.

Well, i guess i'm out of here for now. Later.

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An epiphany, of sorts

Don't ask me why, but for some reason i started downing push-ups and sit-ups and stuff like that. It wasn't some mid-mid-life crisis to get in shape or anything. It just felt good. It felt really good.

James knows what i am talking about because one day over the phone he was all like, whoa i did sit ups and it felt good.

I don't remember the rest of the conversation, but it was something like that.

I must really be bored though. This wasn't some sort of escape death by getting fit or anything like that. It was just an impulse that i went with.

Someone once asked me why i have never tried any single type of illegal or mood-enhancing/perception-enhancing drug. One of the reasons i gave them, and it was a truthful reason, was that trying that specific drug, or any drug, was because i simply had no reason to try it, nor did i have the urge to try it.

This is not to say that i would try a drug just because i suddenly had an impulse to try it, or find out what it was like.

Anyway, excersizing, or what ever it was that i was doing, felt good, and not because it was in anyway leading toward a specific goal. It was more because i was using my body to its limit. There is something exhilirating about pushing one's body to its max, and then more. That's why some people jump from planes and bridges, why some choose to be astronauts, why some chase tornadoes, and why some enter the Ultimate Fighting Championship even when they don't stand a chance.

Oh, wait. It could also be because they aren't very bright. Hmmmph.

Oh, and before i forget. Bring it on james. Go ahead and post all you want, but you and i now very well who will beat who in any little posting contest you bring on. 'Sides, i have far more equipment at my disposal. (Though they may be childish sometimes, challenges can be oh so much fun, and sometimes i can get rather competitive, even though it may not serve any real purpose.)

^[19]

James Collins - Five Years

I can't get that whole thought out of my head.

And so, i was thinking about what has gone on in these past five years.

So i will start with James.

James and Andy where one of the first people i met when i moved here.

I met james first on the bus. I think i was sitting next to andy on our smelling, though relatively new, bus 92-15. An old man named Mel was the bus driver, and he was fairly old. In fact, he was so old, that we were surprised to learn that his father was still alive.

That was the first time i met james.

I actually got to know who james was when we were both assigned to take Washington State History together.

Thanks to the fact that i had just moved here as a sophomore, i was still required by the high school to have taken and completed with a passing grade, Washington State History.

So that was how i found myself sitting across from him in Mr. Gliege's class.

(You know, i realize that it is because of that guideline, that i was forced to take classes that were a class level under my own, which in turn slowly set the stage for me associating and befriending those a grade younger than i, a trend that is now continuous in my life.)

James and i were later paired for a group project. I believe it was by choice, but i don't remember. I ended up doing all the work. I should have yielded to Joe Ellefson's advice about working with james...mostly that i shouldn't. Still, at the same time, it wasn't so bad. A learning experience.

In fact, it was because of that project that i went to his house one day with andy. We decided to work on the class project at his house. Since andy knew james better at that time, he came with. After that, it was us three that started associating.

We later would hang out at the PX, especially during summer. However, that wasn't until i was able to drive.

And that started the next series of trends. I became the driver, the chauffeur. It somehow makes sense now that i think back on that time, and my personality of the time.

Anyway, WSH was the only class that i took with james. The next year i'd associated with him and andy during lunch, and he'd come in and hang out in the library while i T.A.'ed. It was interesting.

Once he came in with a bible in one hand, and a CD player in the other. He took one of the library desks, moved it slightly to the front of the entrance, where all those who entered could see him, and placed a single solitary chair at the desk, for which he sat it. Then he placed the bible down on the table, set his bag aside, and placed his CD player on the table. By this time i had become curious, and so i went up to figure what he was doing. Also, i was trying to make sure Mrs. Madden wouldn't go all pissy-ft that he was moving the desk, so i figured that my presence would assuade her from getting so. I think it did.

Meanwhile, i started to question as to what he was doing, and that was when he informed me that he was going to sit there and listen to Marylin Manson while reading passages in the Bible. By this time i had gotten to known james somewhat well, and didn't bother to question his reasoning. Somewhere, he had a reason.

I had begun to associate this behaviors with james. I think around this time i started to see him not by his name, but by his actions and behaviors, and his personality.

Next year, when i was a senior, james became the T.A. I think it was through our efforts as T.A.'s that the library started to become the place where we all went to during off times. Now i would go in during lunch and visit with james as he did his various T.A. jobs. He only did it for a semester though, whereas i had done my for the full academic year. (You know, that's not something to actually be proud of.)

There was also a time when i ran my car off the road one wet and rainy day. I had james, andy, joe ellefson, and i believe justin in the car with me when it happened. I had been driving on the street right in front of the school when this car pulls out in the same lane i was in, and stayed there forcing me into the oncoming traffic lane. It wouldn't slow down or speed up either, keeping me in that lane until i slowed down. We all got a little pissed, though me by far went to the extreme, and we decided to chase them. The intention was to get their license plate. At least, that was what i fooled myself into thinking. I think my motivation later changed.

After the chase lasted for a while, everyone in the car came to their senses, that we'd never catch them, except for me. I was dilligent about it. Everyone started saying, "Let's go home." and i was saying "no.". Eventually i got tired of hearing it, and in a well coordinated, highly idiotic and maniacal move, i tooked the car hard left in the pouring rain, though not taking that into account. That caused the car to spin slightly out of control, and we ending up going into the ditch.

I'll never forget what james said after that.

"You're fuckin' crazier than my dad!"

It was that, or something very close to that.

Oh...the good times.

Okay, well i'm done reminiscing for now.

^[18]

Five Years

It has just dawned upon me that i have lived in this state for a good five years now. I remember coming up here, and actually being in this state sometime in August.

I had been living in Texas, on Fort Hood, all the way up to July, enjoying my summer, though only half-heartedly, for i knew that at the end of July i was to up and move to here.

All my life i have been moving to heres and leaving behind theres.

Not all of you know, and don't worry, this is not going to be some sob story or a "please feel bad for me" story, just what it is like to consistently move from place to place, only knowing it for a handful of years.

It is usually the same thing. You move to a place, starting out fresh. You get to know your neighbors, which can either go one way or the other. Sometimes you like them, sometimes you hate them. Sometimes you feel indifferent to them, and then like them, hate them, or continue to not care about them. You met other people, you go to your new school. Things progress like that.

Before you know it, a year has passed, then two years, then three, and so on.

By now, you know people. You no longer associate names with people, you associate actions, behaviors with people.

And then it comes.

One day your father walks in the door. It seems like every other day that he's walked in the door wearing his army fatigues and boots, and other military paraphanalia. Only, you can sense that it is different.

And it is.

He has come home with orders to move to a whole new military base.

And once again, life changes. Or, more to the point, perspective changes.

These people, with whom you know by action and behavior, become growing strangers. Now the task comes to know them less and less. You have to. It's the way of these things. The dissassociation begins.

One of the things i remember about the move to here was that i swore to myself i would never get moved again because of the military's orders to my father.

Well, wouldn't you know it, i was actually right this time. For two reasons:

1. He retired from the military


2. My parent's got divorced and now he lives out with the wallabies.

...

I live here now. For the first time, i can actually think of here and there as having merged together. I think for the past year i have felt a strange sensation of something that is suppose to happen, is suppose to be, but hasn't happened. Now i think i understand what that strange sensation was.

I think my body, my me, has been wondering when the man with the camos and boots was going to walk back in the door and give us that o' so glorious news that we are going to uproot.

Well, at least that explains one of the many strange sensations that i get from time to time.

^[17]

I have to write this down before I forget about it...

Yesterday was unusual in a way that I can barely understand. I got a feeling that is rare but welcome. Sometimes it sneeks up on me when I don't expect it, leaps at me from behind and alters my vision. I can still feel the residues of that climactic peace, I do not look different, this wall does not look different, but everything feels different. I can also feel it escaping me, vanishing into that unknown realm from which it came and greeted me. I nearly want cry at its loss. It is the feeling of inevitability that when you learn a precious secret you will all quickly forget it.

It started yesterday in the afternoon. I picked up this shirt, a light green button up shirt that I haven't worn for months. I held it in my hand, looked at it soberly, and then I felt it just a bit, maybe it was coming from the shirt. The shirt looked good to me and I decided to wear it.Thats the strange part to start with, that the shirt looked good, it has been some time since I could say why I wanted to wear this or that article. I am usually very unable to recognise an aesthetic quaility in these things which are my slaves, my standing reserve. I was confused for a moment by that. My father came to my room and told me that he was going to the store and that I should join him. I agreed and ran into the bathroom to change my shirt and to wet and comb my hair. I was thinking on the way to the store about my idea that science is the only true worship of god, that is, to spend your life in awe of his creation, looking at it and thinking of it constantly. I felt strangly at peace, it just wafted over me....

We arrived at the super market and it was not long until we were walking through the isles. I thought to myself "He alwas does this the old bastard, he will say we are here for one thing and then he will spend supurflous time idling through the isles and gazing at so many other things. Why does he have no sense of his own ridiculousness ?".. I complained and we moved on. Soon I had forgotten that I was there, why I was there, I was simply in the store now gazing at objects all around me... I picked up a cereal box and set it down again "Whe does it not move when I leave it ?"...My heavy eyes cought sight of a can of coffee and I longed for a hot cup of it "Why must I eat to live ?"...I looked at my hand which was holding a chicken carcass "how does my body move ?".. Again I looked at the coffee can "What is it in the constitution of that can which makes it behave like metal and this table like wood ?"... I just kept walking around looking at things closely gazing upon them and picking them up. I didn't trust them, they were all suspect to me, suspect to change the way the acted and start behaving differently. I thought "What holds the shape of these things which is stronger than the gravity of the earth ?"... and I thought should it suddenly let go I would explode with a force strong enough to rip the earth into dust. I found myself back in the car, heading home.. surrounded by questions of ever sort.. filled with much happyness at my understanding the answers "why are there mountains ?".... "what are clouds and why are they there ?"... and so on... But everything remaind a suspect to be unpredictable, somehow, explinations couldn't capture them.. they each had some nature, some individual place and time of being. It was as though they refused my understanding them..................

Later in the evening I decided to go out for a walk. I walked down the street, turned around, and walked back.. I was smoking at the time. I arrived in my driveway and was thinking about my life. That I was seven years old twelve years ago I remember being me.. doing things and acting ways. Little movies were playing out in my mind, springing up a jumbled scene, then vanishing. And that is when the feeling gripped me. It was me inside my mind, moving as I was moving at that moment. I saw it with my eyes and also in my mind like one of my memories.. Taking a drag off of that cigarette and feeling my presence among things. With it came a simple thought that shook me and elated me.. it was "One day you will be old and this very moment will be a memory, it will look like this." .. And I understood it clearly for a second, I am alive and will live a life..I felt peace, pure, simple, fantastic, I exist and live and I will age here and this is all a memory. That simple joy is so overwhelming, it carried me through the night, lighting the way for me...

I only get that feeling some times, rarely, but it is welcome when it comes... Regards Mike...............

Aaron, you ninny! A swastika is not a 'satanic' symbol - It's only viewed as 'evil' in the West because it's associated with Hitler, the Third Reich, and such. The swastika is a symbol of good luck, it symbolizes fertility and regeneration - like a cycle of footsteps, eitherway you turn it one of the 'feet' will be on the ground.

Twit =p

Once a long time ago - or well not so long ago as about a couple weeks - in a place far far away - or well not so far away in-as-much as in a little town called ROY - there lived a young man ( or well - not man as much as a twenty year old eccentric ) - who had fallen asleep... Yes it is a terrible thing to fall asleep - especially for this twenty year old eccentric who's job it was to make sure that http://slugs.blogspot.com/ was frequently posted to with witty jabs so that people may say to themselves :

THANK GOD I'M NOT AS STUPID AS HIM!

but not to worry! There was always a young man by the name of JEFF who always jumped in and saved the day - compelling people to appreciate that they were who they were. Now Jeff was in college - and from time to time he came by to post and reassure everyone that no, even going to college can make you pretty stupid. Jeff supplied people with even more posts. Posts that made people think to themselves :

I'm glad I didnt go to college...
I might have turned out like that.
but a tragedy had struck!


Jeff was too busy off thinking about " STUFF " - stuff about college and ... and college - and college stuff! AND YES - He was wearing his pink striped THINKING CAP OF GREAT STUFF that he had absent-mindedly bought at a garage sale one day. He was off in la-la college stuff land, and never posted! It was a disaster! Nobody was around to post random witty banter in which to make people reflect upon their lives and be thankfull for not being anyone but themselves. It was total choas! Who would make people think :

I never knew the world was full of such idiots.

Along came a large penis-shaped man! He got it into his head that he could save the board from it's destined downward spiral of " good " decay. That he could rejuivinate the board - that he could post pictures of funny things, of things that would brighten people's day. Things that would, instead of showing the board the deep dark and horrible stupid side of life - that he would show them the funny, witty, secretive deception of the covered up Truth. He was going to be mulder in the X-files and uncover all that which was unknown.


Soon he posted. With pictures and " THE TRUTH " being told. With text, and more pictures. He wanted to bring to the board laughter. He wanted to make the board a better place. With happiness, and good times, where everyone knows your name. Where smiles were fun things that spread across one's face as they perused through that which is the board. Where things were great - and life was great - and everything was great - including his posts.

but. . .


Nobody laughed. Nobody smiled. They just stared, blankly. A tumbleweed passed by. Churchbells were heard in the distance. A dog down the street a couple blocks barked and the sound reverberated down off of the walls of other subsequent houses and you could hear it out your window. Crickets chirped. Snow fell on cedars. Silence... Nobody could say anything... but the old saying went :

If you cant say something nice : bullshit it.
The nothingness was deafening. But it quickly filled up with " good job " and " great stuff " and so on. And with these " good jobs " and " great stuffs " The penis man posted more such atrocities. More bullshit ensued. Things were tainted with this odd taste - a taste of fabrication. Of things not quite right. It was like biting into a great Jumbo Jack from Jack in the Box and finding out right after the first bite that it isnt a BEEF PATTIE in as much as a BULLSHIT PATTIE.


In the end - James was going to wake up and post a big long post about it with great pictures and so on so that everyone could say to themselves :

What?

But with the sun in the sky, smiling away with it's happy-go-lucky smile, and everyone all with happy-go-lucky smiles on their faces - James decided fuck them and stayed asleep.


THE END
:)

Mad Mad Mixing Man

Hot damn! Was my first day of class today, was pretty nervous - dropping a glass or bottle costs money. Was serious fun, made 28 different drinks today - each 2 times so I guess 56 total mixes. It's all colored water actually, real liquor would cost too much to train with and we'd all go home drunk. o_o

Got some seriously tough homework, memorizing all the flavors of the drinks, what they are - Gin, Bourbon, Whiskey - what kind of whiskey etc etc. What's in such and such a drink, how much of that and that. Kripes!

Love the sexually suggestive drink names too, some just make it so hard to learn the difference. For instance : Sloe Screw, Comfortable Screw, Sloe Comfortable Screw, Sloe Comfortable Screw upagainst the Wall. Sex on the Beach (not hard to remember, just suggestive =p) - Seabreeze, Oceanbreeze, Desertbreeze - Havey Wallbanger, Freddy Fudpucker a.ka. Cactus Banger.

As my first order in a bar I shall place this : Foreplay, Sex on the Beach, Orgasm - in that order.

Thinks he got first post again and wants a blue ribbon for it

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Super Jimmoi Number 1! (pre-cursor)

---

I felt like posting something, but couldn't really figure out what to post.

And then i remembered.

Meet, Super Jimmoi Number 1!:

Here we have our good friend jimmoi going "Super Jimmoi Number 1!" Yeah, you all could tell i have been really bored, can't you.

I'm actually working on the idea about making an animated story, only in DiVX AVI, that or MPEG IV. I don't know. It depends on how bored i get.

Also, james had given me the idea of making these little animated gif's for everyone on the bored. If its an appealing idea, then email me a photo, and i'll see what i can do.

Once again, that depends on how bored i get.

^[16]

Aaron ............ I have a few things for you ...........

First I would say that a great book for you to look into is wittgenstien "on certainty" .......

Have you ever watched a movie, seen the characters moving about and heard them speek ?.. Somehow they are bound, predetermined shapes and forms... It is as though the motions they make are not actions, the sounds they utter are not words. Every step and murmer has allready happined in a sense, it lies ahead to be sure, but it is bound to happin, bound by the frames on a reel. I believe you are asking a question more simply understood thus. How can one know that there is not some reel of frames and some magnetic tape, that holds our every motion, intuition, thought and feeling ?. Is all that I am not bound in some way by a preconception allready designed to be thus and I preconcieved to think myself free and existent ?... Descarte's axiom states with bold profunity "I think therefore I am" .. and what could such a thing say if not that at least on some magnetic strip lies thoughts without reason? If you read the meditations on first philosophy you might see that Descarte was in a very similar frame of mind when he devised this axiom and I believe he means to say that wether it be by fate or accident, by bound preconception or by true and unrestricted freedom, He thinks for better or for worse and that is inescapable... He cannot silence thought or throw it away, and he finds it grounded in this thought and notion of self that self must be by virtue of existence apart from nothing...Have you ever asked yourself "Why this then and not a void ?".... does the absence of a void not determin the existence of a being, and that you are alone, not show that this being must be you ?.............

As for the impossibility of some objective absolute.. I repeat " the notion of non-absoluteness if to be considered as applying, must of necessity, be absolute, and hence by it's own absolute applicability not be absolute......Does this not bother you ?.. to know that when you insist that nothing is absolute you intern insist that sometimes some things are absolute ?"........ This is why I believe not only "I think therefore I am" but in addition "I think therefore the universe is"

Today I got a piggy bank. FUCKIN SWEET! He's so old school. I call him Marty. Marty is small, blue, and porcelain with little pink ass cheeks. That's right. I rule. He's also sportin a bandana on his funk little head (style = think Aunt Jemima). Jealous much? Haul yer chump ass up to the nearest Cracker Barrel. He costs $3.99.

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My father putzed out on me.
I need to know where government auction vehicles can be found.
....
DAMNIT.

Let us not have common parlance vitiate our vocabulary. Through pragmatism we can avoid the difficulties of irrational sentimentality.....If you seek sagacity you can begin by ignoring emotional reactions to ideas... An emotional reaction to an ugly picture will make you turn your head... so long as you are still reacting to it, your ability to reason about it has been thwarted. You will nurture a narrow vision based on sentiment and fantasy ...

Semantics of the word "meaning".... If you misconstrue the word meaning as having relation to the notion of value or worth then you are quite mitaken... Meaning relates to purpose and or intention of use... Here are the commonly accepted definitions and uses of the word meaning ..............The word "meaning" is a technical phrase representing an objective association or assignment.................


To be used to convey; denote: “‘The question is,’ said Alice, ‘whether you can make words mean so many different things’” (Lewis Carroll).
(no action will convey or denote)
To act as a symbol of; signify or represent: In this poem, the budding flower means youth.
(No action can act as a symbol of anything but emotion or subjectively assigned value)
To intend to convey or indicate: “No one means all he says, and yet very few say all they mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous” (Henry Adams).
(No action is inteded to convey or indicate accept forsed expresions of emotion or subjectively assigned value)
To have as a purpose or an intention; intend: I meant to go running this morning, but I overslept.
(One may act with intention, however, intention is directed toward subjectively asigned notions of value)
To design, intend, or destine for a certain purpose or end: a building that was meant for storage; a student who was meant to be a scientist.
(Once again .........)
To have as a consequence; bring about: Friction means heat.
(This is very not often used.....)
My fundamental premiss is that subjective notions of "rightness/value/virtue" have no objective reality.. they are cultural biproducts of taboos and socially reinforced behavior "study some freeking cultural anthropology to see what I mean"........ Hence
to me no action has any meaning ............. ohh and neither does life . my life was not created for to serve any purpose..... I am not a symbol and I was not created with some intention... I do not convey or indicate ! ! ...
"THis was for Aaron........"