Is it true that every time a person tries to please another, they do so to make their character look better? I was thinking about this improper proposal that implicated huge ramifications to the dire sources of mixed energy.
My main goal with this blog was to achieve perfect balance and be everybody's friend. Sure, I could consider everyone my friend, even if they feel that I am not their friend. Well, I am losing my mind over this thought and precisely what my main title entails.
Over the past few days, I have been dreaming insignificant fantasies with many strange realizations. These realizations are growing in my mind and finally, are taking focus in my perception of the real world. I do not see real. I see something different. I mean I notice the realistic ideals and possibilities and all that good crazy quiet leadership stuff. But, I also see the whole. When I think of something as reality, I think of it as part of something.
Reality is not full. It is only a part of something bigger. Some will say life. Of course, that is the easy way out. What if there was another thing that could make reality a whole? I figured out what it is.
You all think it is about randomness, but it has much to do with uncontrollable thoughts that just fight their way inside your mind. Without associating with something particularly realistic, these thoughts are actually whole. Of course, they can make realistic images and ideas a whole as well. Not to say all uncontrollable thoughts are perfect and achieve a sense of right or wrong, but they do bring a radical side to the argument in your mind that you perceive as the real world.
Like it was second nature, I feel that I have to accept most of these uncontrollable ideas into my skull to make it a whole. This entire process of mental imagery is just one sense heightened by the physical environment and so called "randomness"! It focuses mostly on the thought instead of the realistic view of the world that everyone seems to have in their mind. Of course, everyone has an idea that challenges these realities to make them a whole and configure it as something that is acceptable.
I went off into a tangent of what I was really going to talk about. These thoughts are scratching at the interior of the 'whatever'! Literally, you cannot feel your brain exactly thinking things out while focusing all your senses at once towards a specific object and relating it to an instance in your optional patterns!
So, to briefly explain why I went off on the subject of reality is not a whole, I was leaning towards talking about trying to be friends with everyone. It seems possible, but to everybody it is not because there are so many differences. But wait, we are to accept differences around the world, right?!
Oh yeah! People are scared! No one wants to step up and take that charge to make a difference and actually be friends with everybody. The tension would be high, but the reward is all worth it. And just because that one person does achieve it, does not mean they achieve superiority over anybody. Just because they know and talk and communicate with so many people has no influence on who you are and where you rank in life. Remember that.
Another reason people are scared is because they think that they could only be friends out of the majority. Then they think smaller, like they can only be friends with a minority of the majority. Then they go even smaller that they can only be friends with a group out of the minority and so on and so on. They think big and then small. Start small then go big. Skip some groups so it feels easier, like group, majority, then everyone! Do not go for this person, that person, or every single individual. Of course, doing this is also great though. Why? Because you make that relationship worthwhile when you go to every single person individually. So, the reason no one is friends with everyone in the world is because everybody is scared (I am trying not to be, but there are pressures like I explained earlier) and they just want to be nicer. So, reality would say if staying scared makes you be nicer to individuals so be it. And the nagging idea and random thought that helps me question it is, if we can be nice to single individuals, why not be nice to everybody at once as a group of single individuals. Too complicated because facts prove against it, then I don't want to be factual or real. I want to be random!
Thanks for tuning into this special bulletin,
Your anchorman, Alex Lang, on duty! 24/7 fifty billion days out of the decade! Or a 365 days out of the year! Whatever comes first! (Please don't think about that one...it is meant to open your mind as well.)
Signing off,
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Goodnight, you!
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
As I Was Saying....
There are many different ideas that represent many fortitudes. My ideas and thoughts are trapped in a mental asylum. This means that what I am seeing in the world is getting worse. Instead of understanding what this means, I have been going through it like it all makes sense. As some of you may know, the mind trapped is not a great way to live you life. For some, it means having to argue in your battles only to realize you are fighting yorself. I am going to argue that all my battles will be victorious only because i have no doubt in my mind.
For developing these preconclusionary statements....yes. I think that is enough for the explanation today. As I once read in a book from a distant land, "Si se puede, chap!" As a continuation to the epilogue of the historical times of Eddie von Price, the giraffe was harassed to death by illogical lawsuits that were made out of teabags annd waxpaper.
Some people don't know how cool I am and would rather they think I am random. To pursue my marketable research, I am testing everybody on how well they like invisible hands in the free market. I know that no one wants to be choked to death by the inevitable death grip, but everyone needs to know the dangers of fruitflies!
Yes! The crazed fruitflies argue their existence by attaching themselves to some rare vegetable items in the grocery store.
Where exactly am I going with this? If you believe you will read on the next blog post to be recorded by my private secretary on a day I choose this week.
Will have logo and shirt ideas coming soon. My campaign manager will be handling strange details and facts about where, when and me on the newst blog coming soon.
Your host for this dinner,
La Chef Lang
A cook to remember...because he was crazy with knives!
For developing these preconclusionary statements....yes. I think that is enough for the explanation today. As I once read in a book from a distant land, "Si se puede, chap!" As a continuation to the epilogue of the historical times of Eddie von Price, the giraffe was harassed to death by illogical lawsuits that were made out of teabags annd waxpaper.
Some people don't know how cool I am and would rather they think I am random. To pursue my marketable research, I am testing everybody on how well they like invisible hands in the free market. I know that no one wants to be choked to death by the inevitable death grip, but everyone needs to know the dangers of fruitflies!
Yes! The crazed fruitflies argue their existence by attaching themselves to some rare vegetable items in the grocery store.
Where exactly am I going with this? If you believe you will read on the next blog post to be recorded by my private secretary on a day I choose this week.
Will have logo and shirt ideas coming soon. My campaign manager will be handling strange details and facts about where, when and me on the newst blog coming soon.
Your host for this dinner,
La Chef Lang
A cook to remember...because he was crazy with knives!
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Saturday, September 25, 2010
As One Might Know, I Have No Mast to My Ship!
As one might not know, I have a ship! Why would I, as a college student, need an 18th century warship? To do significant damage across the high seas. You might think that there is no cruise ship worthy of my trust. So, I have messed with your mind and made my warship into a cruise ship. Sure...it cannot set sail now because if it leaves the dock, it will be swallowed whole under the sea. Wooooh! What a ride.
To previously state what I had stated in my blog that states my resignation from humanity, I have three areas of randomness to cover.
As in my time of desperate sorrow, I found realization. The reason: My life is not in a significant place. It is trapped inside a mental institution. For the life of what is good. Instead of being significantly understandable, I took advantage of the situation at hand. To be continued...literally...tomorrow!
Your short writer,
Alex (Sanchez) Lang
For the Sanchez, I have no clue.
To previously state what I had stated in my blog that states my resignation from humanity, I have three areas of randomness to cover.
As in my time of desperate sorrow, I found realization. The reason: My life is not in a significant place. It is trapped inside a mental institution. For the life of what is good. Instead of being significantly understandable, I took advantage of the situation at hand. To be continued...literally...tomorrow!
Your short writer,
Alex (Sanchez) Lang
For the Sanchez, I have no clue.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
I Believe You Have No Clue Where to Go From Here!
Let me help you!
I really want to chuck my phone out the window because it eats my soul! I could literally eat it's implications because they are so chewy. For the first time in your life, you consider that the facts raw your become material.
Wait, did I just confuzzle my roodle to become a qagnificent experience in the blopend mind? Of courslles.
To mess with your mind, I am going to mess with mine here.
Write something. Anything.
Now, times it by 3.
Did you get "My brain is blue?"
That is what I got. And, luckily, that is what you got too.
Because I cheated and looked at your answer. When there was a no brainer in the think tank, I formulated that cookie dough could be used to drown the angelic lockets.
As you might have already figured out through the angled depression, I have tragically placed money on all three branches. Yes. Not tree branches.
Those are too weird to speak.
As I walked into the saloon, I noticed you could see the mind's eye. To confirm what I saw, you need to blopen that mind again. Pleasers? Because this is not a teaser. Ok....maybe. (Smiley face). I reprimanded the right to put smiley faces in my blog. You could imagine things better anyways.
So, as I peered into the mind's eye, this is what I saw:
When climbing out of my bed this morning, I recognized the stagnant detail that what if I wasn't climbing out of bed? To construct the test, I had to think backwards to obtain new information. Once the test was in motion, I felt proud to have fell upwards to my solution. I had walked down by being up!
I walked down my steps with my hands. As one might say, this is a failed experiment that ended horribly.
What I would say is that it worked like a charm. That is right. I figured out how to split the upside down world into two categorical philosophies. As one might understand from neutral stabilization, the always needed aspect of life is not focus. Instead, it is randomness. You ARE crazy! As one might say..."dabble dabble...your theory sucks!"
I can only respond back with something that makes absolutely no sense to those living in a closed and fixed society.
I have fixed the dent in your thinker! Woh (you might say). Instead, I say that need play doh before woh.
In return, I give the advice that my blog is helping. Maybe not you specifically, but society in general. Without being aware of my blogs existence, society will feel the utter need to find it unknowingly.
I want to spread this master mechanic known as "Surely. Surely Random!" It has a ding to it's microwave activating device, does it not?
So before I present these beliefs that I do not fully control and last in the world as long as a signal from the upper most piece of plastic exists on the planet of Rdnoam.
So, I must conclude with my opening statement.
Randomness is controlled by three forces: the secret, another secret, and something I cannot say right now because you have to be talented to understand it. Or just in the loop.
Prepare. It's going to be a fild tide...yes...fild!
Yours truly,
A papyrus made of paper,
Surely. Surely Alex Lang!
As I promised earlier in my life....giraffe!
I really want to chuck my phone out the window because it eats my soul! I could literally eat it's implications because they are so chewy. For the first time in your life, you consider that the facts raw your become material.
Wait, did I just confuzzle my roodle to become a qagnificent experience in the blopend mind? Of courslles.
To mess with your mind, I am going to mess with mine here.
Write something. Anything.
Now, times it by 3.
Did you get "My brain is blue?"
That is what I got. And, luckily, that is what you got too.
Because I cheated and looked at your answer. When there was a no brainer in the think tank, I formulated that cookie dough could be used to drown the angelic lockets.
As you might have already figured out through the angled depression, I have tragically placed money on all three branches. Yes. Not tree branches.
Those are too weird to speak.
As I walked into the saloon, I noticed you could see the mind's eye. To confirm what I saw, you need to blopen that mind again. Pleasers? Because this is not a teaser. Ok....maybe. (Smiley face). I reprimanded the right to put smiley faces in my blog. You could imagine things better anyways.
So, as I peered into the mind's eye, this is what I saw:
When climbing out of my bed this morning, I recognized the stagnant detail that what if I wasn't climbing out of bed? To construct the test, I had to think backwards to obtain new information. Once the test was in motion, I felt proud to have fell upwards to my solution. I had walked down by being up!
I walked down my steps with my hands. As one might say, this is a failed experiment that ended horribly.
What I would say is that it worked like a charm. That is right. I figured out how to split the upside down world into two categorical philosophies. As one might understand from neutral stabilization, the always needed aspect of life is not focus. Instead, it is randomness. You ARE crazy! As one might say..."dabble dabble...your theory sucks!"
I can only respond back with something that makes absolutely no sense to those living in a closed and fixed society.
I have fixed the dent in your thinker! Woh (you might say). Instead, I say that need play doh before woh.
In return, I give the advice that my blog is helping. Maybe not you specifically, but society in general. Without being aware of my blogs existence, society will feel the utter need to find it unknowingly.
I want to spread this master mechanic known as "Surely. Surely Random!" It has a ding to it's microwave activating device, does it not?
So before I present these beliefs that I do not fully control and last in the world as long as a signal from the upper most piece of plastic exists on the planet of Rdnoam.
So, I must conclude with my opening statement.
Randomness is controlled by three forces: the secret, another secret, and something I cannot say right now because you have to be talented to understand it. Or just in the loop.
Prepare. It's going to be a fild tide...yes...fild!
Yours truly,
A papyrus made of paper,
Surely. Surely Alex Lang!
As I promised earlier in my life....giraffe!
Monday, September 20, 2010
Before I Write this Memo, I Will Write this Lamo!
Hey everybody,
Hey,
Well hey,
Yea...I think that is an effective introduction on my own part. For the due course of this existent web site, prepare for the best in promotions. Soon, hopefully, people will be about to see my site due to responsive activities. My respect will come from my t-shirt promotion. I will make a t-shirt online that rocks(in my opinion) and have dedicated followers wear the shirts. On the shirt will also be the link to my blog and leads to awesome advertising on campuses!
Hey,
This idea just popped into my head that I should probably make up a cool logo along with the blog. If there are any suggestions, you will receive a free five dollar gift card to Target. Yes, Target.
No matter how hard you try to run away, there's Target on your heels. You can never hide from Target because of that little Bullseye dog that Taylor Swift made out with before a show she did in Minneapolis. Talk about weird norms in the music world.
I tend to just ask a dog for high fives. If they can't....well let's just hope they can so I will not get aggravated.
When you want a dog to do good things, you train it to do high fives(I have no clue if there is a hyphen there or not) to give a compliment to the dog for expressing itself.
Although I would rather be studying market and stock prices for no apparent reason, I would rather write this simple little blog because it keeps the human mind interactive. Not really. Because you are only reading words put onto your own screen to view on your own time. You could always take a break reading this, or you could be cooler than yourself and read all the way through it. It works....sometimes.
For me, I am hoping to construct a book(yes! AGAIN!), not about blogs, but more about what I think random is. If other people can write self-help books or just informative books, why can't I write a book of random ideas and how to achieve those randomness moments? Why can't I? Because I can.
I contradicted the contra. Leave it be and you will see, a world of fun and enjoyable products in my head. Yes. I changed topics so you could see how random my modnar could get.
Introducing, ColAirs!(TM)(C) Copyrighted and patented by Alex Lang. What are ColAirs, you ask? They are the newest invention to the finger painting market. Ever wanted to express your thoughts and ideas and imaginative dreams into colorful art, but have nothing to paint on? Well, with ColAirs, you can paint in the air! That is right. I am trying to find the most amazing chemicals that are non-toxic and can be put on the tips of fingers to paint in the air. When it is in the air, it stays there until someone cleans it off with a special spray. That is right. Gravity will not affect the paint, nor wind. How am I going to do this you say? I am going to dream up something so miraculous, it will destroy my mind so everybody can enjoy the fun ColAirs!
Sounds great. More funding, quicker to be produced and sold on the market. Plus, those who funded will receive free kits once produced. Cannot wait to finally start on this project, plus another project. Word!
Catch you all up on the other side of this computer screen! Just kidding. I have no time to take up the space already being wasted by stuff behind your computer screen.
Your inventor of the year 2019 or many years later,
Alex Lang
A colleague made of stone...and random deviations!
Hey,
Well hey,
Yea...I think that is an effective introduction on my own part. For the due course of this existent web site, prepare for the best in promotions. Soon, hopefully, people will be about to see my site due to responsive activities. My respect will come from my t-shirt promotion. I will make a t-shirt online that rocks(in my opinion) and have dedicated followers wear the shirts. On the shirt will also be the link to my blog and leads to awesome advertising on campuses!
Hey,
This idea just popped into my head that I should probably make up a cool logo along with the blog. If there are any suggestions, you will receive a free five dollar gift card to Target. Yes, Target.
No matter how hard you try to run away, there's Target on your heels. You can never hide from Target because of that little Bullseye dog that Taylor Swift made out with before a show she did in Minneapolis. Talk about weird norms in the music world.
I tend to just ask a dog for high fives. If they can't....well let's just hope they can so I will not get aggravated.
When you want a dog to do good things, you train it to do high fives(I have no clue if there is a hyphen there or not) to give a compliment to the dog for expressing itself.
Although I would rather be studying market and stock prices for no apparent reason, I would rather write this simple little blog because it keeps the human mind interactive. Not really. Because you are only reading words put onto your own screen to view on your own time. You could always take a break reading this, or you could be cooler than yourself and read all the way through it. It works....sometimes.
For me, I am hoping to construct a book(yes! AGAIN!), not about blogs, but more about what I think random is. If other people can write self-help books or just informative books, why can't I write a book of random ideas and how to achieve those randomness moments? Why can't I? Because I can.
I contradicted the contra. Leave it be and you will see, a world of fun and enjoyable products in my head. Yes. I changed topics so you could see how random my modnar could get.
Introducing, ColAirs!(TM)(C) Copyrighted and patented by Alex Lang. What are ColAirs, you ask? They are the newest invention to the finger painting market. Ever wanted to express your thoughts and ideas and imaginative dreams into colorful art, but have nothing to paint on? Well, with ColAirs, you can paint in the air! That is right. I am trying to find the most amazing chemicals that are non-toxic and can be put on the tips of fingers to paint in the air. When it is in the air, it stays there until someone cleans it off with a special spray. That is right. Gravity will not affect the paint, nor wind. How am I going to do this you say? I am going to dream up something so miraculous, it will destroy my mind so everybody can enjoy the fun ColAirs!
Sounds great. More funding, quicker to be produced and sold on the market. Plus, those who funded will receive free kits once produced. Cannot wait to finally start on this project, plus another project. Word!
Catch you all up on the other side of this computer screen! Just kidding. I have no time to take up the space already being wasted by stuff behind your computer screen.
Your inventor of the year 2019 or many years later,
Alex Lang
A colleague made of stone...and random deviations!
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Preferred Title in All Caps Here!
I wouldn't expect anyone to know I have started this blog back up for insignificant reasons. Such as trying to be an insomniac with no place to go rather than up...to sleep in the bed...because its a loft. Correction. It is a mattress covered in blankets and just randomly floats in the air. No wooden beams to support it. The reason I am posting this blog? Because I can claim a blog so short that it eats cactus for a breakfast cereal. Actually, cactus is really juicy and tasty. I agree, Hank. Who's Hank? Do you know?
Professional radio show on the television. Why?
Time to work on my dreams to shape them up for a magnificent first video debut on dah dah dah daaaahhhh! YouTube!
Take care,
You tiggers,
Alex Lang, a helpful blank space on the map of space. Just kidding...he owns the space.
Professional radio show on the television. Why?
Time to work on my dreams to shape them up for a magnificent first video debut on dah dah dah daaaahhhh! YouTube!
Take care,
You tiggers,
Alex Lang, a helpful blank space on the map of space. Just kidding...he owns the space.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Remember Me? I Don't.
The long awaited wait is still standing. Never let your pockets open wider than your teeth can chew a plank of steak. After consuming much knowledge of the college life, I decided to keep on moving with my blog. Just because it stopped for a long, long time, does not mean the story has ended. Oh no! This story is just beginning. The truth is, I want to do something right now. I want to start it.
That's right. I am starting this thing called a group. Not a "Wow! Facebook group! Neat. *click* I am in the group!" It is more like "What is this? How do I get in? What is the mental capacity to be in this group?" group. The one where everybody does not know how to get in, but they do. The one that is not on Facebook because the group itself is reality.
No clue how to describe this, but the twisting DNA strands in your head are filled with air and ink. Your mind is formed with words out of space and ink. The main thing I want to get across here is that this is inky! So, beware.
You have been warned. Solely because I do not want a strange paradox on my hands. So, be on the lookout for the group. When people start calling it by name, I will invite them in. It seems ritualistic, but it is not. Just some good old fashioned group that is not exactly heard of.
Would anyone on here like to partake? Parcheezy? I have no clue if I spelled that right because it is such an old game that it flutters across my mind like a sound wave filled with pictures. Get it?
What makes the reader more attentive and willing to read a blog? How do I spread this blog to a larger audience that isn't here? Where do I put the blanket over my face to block the intrusive scenes of the real world? I will tell you all this and more once you captivate yourself into my own world.
So, I have a riddle-me-this *person*...why is it *ahem* that *ahem* you *ahem* *ahem* *ahem*. Never mind! This cough is too strong to type. Did you get that? Kermit the frog needs your help and make sure he doesn't look green! Blah!
Once upon a time, this giraffe ran the mile stretch of highway that bore green grass on a narrow farming community that had no right existing where it did for the fact it was nothing but guinea pigs wrestling over who had the next pellet to be shot out of the toy gun filled with anti-carbons that made up green paper slapped on the back with a moderately strong adhesive giving off a strange grin only to receive a simple slap off the well and a yes to if they will marry him.
If you get one part of that, you know. It just happens to be...you know?
Why are my feet slipping underneath the sky? Too many questions that you can't answer. Correction! You won't answer because you do know. You are just too scared to answer because the idea is...your answer might be wrong. Well, in my group or world or sweet remembrance of a club, I gazed upon the stars to realize that all answers are accepted. You have your own set of guidelines to follow within the guidelines of the guild lines guidelines to line guide your guided lines.
Keep up to date. You won't want to miss this year!
It is going to sweep the nation of it's cemented feet!
Alex Lang,
A trusted informant to the SWOT. Yea. Not SWAT.
That's right. I am starting this thing called a group. Not a "Wow! Facebook group! Neat. *click* I am in the group!" It is more like "What is this? How do I get in? What is the mental capacity to be in this group?" group. The one where everybody does not know how to get in, but they do. The one that is not on Facebook because the group itself is reality.
No clue how to describe this, but the twisting DNA strands in your head are filled with air and ink. Your mind is formed with words out of space and ink. The main thing I want to get across here is that this is inky! So, beware.
You have been warned. Solely because I do not want a strange paradox on my hands. So, be on the lookout for the group. When people start calling it by name, I will invite them in. It seems ritualistic, but it is not. Just some good old fashioned group that is not exactly heard of.
Would anyone on here like to partake? Parcheezy? I have no clue if I spelled that right because it is such an old game that it flutters across my mind like a sound wave filled with pictures. Get it?
What makes the reader more attentive and willing to read a blog? How do I spread this blog to a larger audience that isn't here? Where do I put the blanket over my face to block the intrusive scenes of the real world? I will tell you all this and more once you captivate yourself into my own world.
So, I have a riddle-me-this *person*...why is it *ahem* that *ahem* you *ahem* *ahem* *ahem*. Never mind! This cough is too strong to type. Did you get that? Kermit the frog needs your help and make sure he doesn't look green! Blah!
Once upon a time, this giraffe ran the mile stretch of highway that bore green grass on a narrow farming community that had no right existing where it did for the fact it was nothing but guinea pigs wrestling over who had the next pellet to be shot out of the toy gun filled with anti-carbons that made up green paper slapped on the back with a moderately strong adhesive giving off a strange grin only to receive a simple slap off the well and a yes to if they will marry him.
If you get one part of that, you know. It just happens to be...you know?
Why are my feet slipping underneath the sky? Too many questions that you can't answer. Correction! You won't answer because you do know. You are just too scared to answer because the idea is...your answer might be wrong. Well, in my group or world or sweet remembrance of a club, I gazed upon the stars to realize that all answers are accepted. You have your own set of guidelines to follow within the guidelines of the guild lines guidelines to line guide your guided lines.
Keep up to date. You won't want to miss this year!
It is going to sweep the nation of it's cemented feet!
Alex Lang,
A trusted informant to the SWOT. Yea. Not SWAT.
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