That extra hug...

A friend gave me a random movie to watch. I played it tonight. In the first quarter of the movie I have noticed two product placement scenes. One featuring red bull, interestingly of neither sugar free or regular dark blue color... Mass marketing does not discriminate amongst its products... Movie was garbage... Still can't believe there is a market for this kind of stuff. He was a beast and she was a beauty...they interacted through an conveniently involuntary situation, fell in love and after few questionably funny situations finally end up kissing each other and the movie is done, Viewer thinks there is love and happiness, nobody extra died in Africa to have it made (not directly that is), everybody wins at the end...except those of us who know not of what not to do.... and for some reason that has popped in my head at the moment... hm, interesting, how these things, these thoughts sometimes randomly pop out of our darkness, a real and true cold darkness that is the substance of our subconsciousness. So not easily accessible and usually covered with few layers of our actual daily conscience and actions we do to perform in order to satisfy the norms and cannons almost of the conscience.... It seems that way that everything is a program after all, a preesteblished process that will lead certain answers to certain questions... That is very disappointing... Which is why i like to touch the dark side at least, reach in to it at maybe with my fingertips, or just my imagination.. I love it, that is what should define us, what we see in the dark hole of ourselves... That would be the true uniqueness of of the expression of our individualism. If someone tells you you are just an energy field, tell him fuck the energy field, I am the energy in this now, in this universe, in this reality and only true energy has an omnipotent power to be at all realities at all times, at equal intensity.... So, now, this is the one I am and all of as are going through...
If he or she still sticks around around after you tell them them, you got your self a friend...at least...
I have no idea why am I in the preachy mood way the way I am today... or what gives me the authority to question the very core of our existence, are we programmed robots on a microbiological level or there is an actual, each, one, unique soul?
Or could be both simultaneously synchronized?... Its late, who knows...


out cold again...