It's as if I have something more important to say on this side than I do on the opposite side of the page. Sometimes its true. You can say more in one sentence than you can a paragraph. Maybe its true, or maybe it isn't. I haven't experienced it yet. I do love life, and I do love my meaning for life. Its basically like a bed, you get up in it, and you sleep in it. Its up to you on how comfy you want to make it feel. You can either make your bed, or you can just let it be, just like me. And I do guess that I just leave my bed the way I wake up in it. And I sleep alright in it. There was a time where I didn't. But now, its okay, I have sweet dreams. I've also have been having thoughts on how I can change the color schemes on here. And I am looking for some opinions out there on how I can improve on this site. If you feel like writing me a manifesto, I'd be happy to post it, it can be as "anonymous" or by your name. It doesn't really effect on how I put it up. I can help.

I guess some memories stick out more than anyone in some particular occasions. Like summer time fires, the smell, the look, the feeling all surrounded around the fire. The night talks, and a whole lot of things like that. Its really pretty awesome. Its nice and warm. And sometimes you'd get scared, even though you didn't show it, you'd secretly quiver on the inside. I guess this is just my experiences as Kurt, or Curtis. And no, I don't have a split personality, I just say, or express what I experience in life. And I do enjoy life, I do enjoy the air, I do enjoy my life as me. And I'm more in love with potentials, and the fact that your living. I do hold some grudges, and it's a part of me. And maybe its something that I should actually improve. And I know it's wrong, but still I'm only human. I'm allowed to have some flaws in me. And I guess its just a peronality flaw. I think with that, its just another part of being me. I like to babble sometimes. And my babbeling comes on into small letters that form a sentence, that really form my meaning. And you are reading this. I guess I like to play with the little voice in your head, letters can make you say anything, I just made you say that in your head right now. I can write "yawn" and you read that. Its like you have no control of what's in front of you, or any writing that's right in front of you. Maybe this is boring to you, or maybe you just percieve this to be boring. But really its all up to you, its all how you percieve things to be. You can create your invironment around you, but you can't control the outcome.

I'm not here to preach what I believe, and what I think, I just express my experiences, and what I've gained from those expereinces, and if you percieve me to be preaching, then hey, its what you think, and what you believe, and your allowed to believe that. And I really find it interesting that you think that way. If you do of course. Everybody has a choice, choices are sometimes really hard to make, and sometimes they're really easy to make. And sometimes you don't have to make a choice. You can just leave it at that, your allowed to not make any choices. And that's the choices thing. You know? I guess that's just a part of me to relate, or its just something that I ask if people know what I mean. I try to mean what I say, and say what I mean. Its cool.

Well, I think an interesting topic is vices I guess. Your basic vices are cigarettes, alcohol. Both can kill you, and can kill other people. And yet the government just sits back, and lets this happen, its addictive, and sometimes you have to wonder about the illegal drugs. They're just as addictive, and can cause some major harm. But then who cares right? Who cares is the basic attitude lately, and sometimes its my attitude. But really, people are pretty dumb sometimes, maybe I'll take cigarettes into this, they know its killing them, and they still like to complain about it. They know its pretty bad for your health, and yet they bitch about it while they smoke. What the hell? And there's tons of things you can buy with that money you spend on cigarettes. You can donate it to someone who needs it, someone can benifit. You can buy some tea. Or you can actually save it up. There's so many benifits to stop smoking. And what are the positives to smoking? You look cool?!? I dunno what the hell your excuse is. And really I'm not really willing to find out either. Maybe you just need a kick in the ass or something. This is just my opinion. And I'm pretty sure you have your own opinion. And I'm not going to lie to you, smoking stinks. You can use that excuse that your 'native' or something. The only thing is that 'natives' made their own tabacco, so you can't really use that excuse. Only when you can come to me and say "I harvested this tobacco, and I dried it" and whatever the hell the process is to make cigarettes. I know some people are thinking "What a fucking asshole" but its true, I'm only being honest here. Wouldn't you like to stop smoking? You'll feel so much better in the end. And hey, you'll live alot longer.

I love having arguements sometimes. When I'm talking with a non-native and the conversation kinda switches to the natives being conquered topic. I like the way it sways sometimes. Its like "I'm bigger, so I'll take your land. Just because I can." so, some people know how big I am. So I'm like "well since I'm bigger than you are, I can take your stuff, and kick the shit out of you? Just because I'm bigger than you are? Is that how you justify it?" and it basically shuts them up.

I think I show a flash of being a writer. And by reading this, some people think I'm this totally flagerant guy, who likes to bitch alot right? But in reality, I'm just a quiet, mellow guy. Basically a big teddy bear.

How did I know I was wrong when I thought I was right?