Bizarre(?) theories to which I susbcribe

If I think about my teeth, they will rot faster.

If I think about car accidents, one will happen to me or someone I know.

My entire life is, and has always been, an immense hallucination.

Chaos is the source of all life.

Autonomous life forms, made out of data, exist in the minds of numerous people, sometimes entire civilizations, propagating themselves through cultural apparatus, manifesting their will through unexplained actions by masses of people.

There's an evil spirit in the homepage of gmail.

He likes to switch the cursor over into the password field while I'm still typing my username.

But if I watch the screen, he never does it.

become explicable when they are ascribed to the presence of evil spirits. Imps. Naguals. Dævas. Our primitive ancestors were wiser than we knew.

it is less about demons actually existing as entities on the physical plane and more about them being a handy metaphor to explicate otherwise confusing and crippling psychological constructs. The older I get the more tolerant I become of religion. Once you relinquish absolute dependence on the rationalist worldview you realize that it is very often necessary to believe in stupid shit that you know isn't real just in order to be able to cope with daily life. A world that includes supernatural possibilities is more interesting than one that doesn't. Really what I am saying is that sanity is pretty boring.

Hmm. The older I get, the less vehement my disdain is for religion. That is to say, it doesn't inspire the violent wrath in me that it used to. But I wouldn't say I'm more tolerant of it. That said, I must confess to being more tolerant of people who believe in witchcraft and the paranormal. I'm not sure why I make the distinction. I guess I appreciate others who have rejected the Enlightenment rationality of Modernity, but loathe those who make themselves sheep to conventional religious doctrines. But listening to a voodoo doll? Hey, that is OK with me.

That is an excellent proof of a real demon existing. I think conformism is a demon too.

Hey K, what is that design from? Because it's oddly perfect for finishing my catrina tattoo. I want to turn it into a half sleeve.

It's by this tattoo artist Jamie Toon down in St Louis. Here is the link to the shirt he made with the design.

- I can't stay, and I have somewhere I need to be

- What I think matters.
- What you think matters.
- What they think doesn't matter.
- Black jeans will always be in style.

I didn't read this entire post but it made me think of this one time I swear I had this strong demon presence in my apartment...I wasn't fucked up at all when it happened either, but I was home alone. This happened about 8 years ago.

I had made this big paper-cut design out of black paper with white vellum taped to the back. It had been a piece I had made for a play and I liked the way it looked so I kept it. I was doing homework and I just felt like it was staring at me. I kept looking at it and it was friggen staring at me, it didn't have a face either, it was kind of an abstract design like one of those snowflake cutouts....then my cassette player turned on by itself, played for a few minutes...I turned it off and the counter stopped at 666. I had to rip up my paper-cutout and throw it away.

I've definitely had a few weird happenings that I swear are not of a normal origin:

-When I was a kid, I was always the last one to leave in the morning. I noticed that the basement light was on and the door was open, so I shut off the light and closed the door before I left. When I got home from school the light was on and the door was open again. I thought that maybe I'd forgotten to actually remedy it in the morning and went to go take care of it. When I got to the top of the stairs, I saw only a shadow walking down them, with nothing around actually casting the shadow.

-A couple years ago I was doing some urban exploring in a building that is rumored to be a bit of a hipster suicide hot spot. I was standing in front of a bricked over window with a tarp to my left. I heard a noise from the tarp. When I looked over I saw what looked like someone on the other side of the tarp running their hands down it. I started running. As I left, I looked back and nothing was on the other side of the tarp.

-I was home alone this past fall and for some reason felt like listening to a Ramones record (I usually hate the Ramones but for whatever reason was in the mood for it). I put it on, then went into the bathroom to finish getting ready. After a couple songs, I heard a female voice singing along. I know there's not a female on the record, so I started calling my roommates names only to discover that I was still by myself. I turned off the record player and left. Later that night when I was sleeping, the record player turned itself on again and started making weird scratching noises.

-The other night a pot of vegan mac n cheese sauce that hadn't turned out well threw itself off the stove just as I was thinking about how to dispose of it.

Certain objects, when left in the bedroom over night, generate nightmares. Kind of like a dreamcatcher, but in reverse. I've had this happen with two objects. The first was a blue stained glass lamp shaped like a lighthouse, which caused me to have blue-tinted dreams about plants taking root in my flesh and growing out of my legs. The other was a ceramic demon I made in pottery class in high school. It caused me to have red and gray dreams about finding horribly mutilated bodies.

because he is a sort of transcendent being, like a djinn or the Buddha.

I made myself LOL, but I'm drinking Screwdrivers.

I subscribe to The Economist.

- The i ching works. Last night I asked it about my sex life and it gave me the hexagram of Youthful Folly, which I thought was rather kind and generous of the i ching.