And people wonder why a majority of the world hates us. Doubt anyone on here will watch this though, something fake, flashy and distracting is on TV! Fuck the truth, it's such a "downer".
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HU6ArrOVca4&NR=1
Monday, June 15, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Land of the fee.
America the beautiful that's how she played us. Wasn't that cute, it must have been her make up. Trying to grab everything that she gave us, just take it back in the math on that pay stub.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Love's Deceit
Pleasure turns to the pain,
Of the lessons learned from the strain,
Of the questions burned in my brain,
About whether to love is humane
In its touch.
These thoughts are like salmon
Swimming upstream
In the tears of your deceit,
Fighting the current hurt
That kills more than is created
By the chaos of our intertwined emotions:
Chaotic because the anchor
Of Eros’ arrow has been plucked from the vessel
Of my undying infatuation.
Separation not as simple as the distance between us,
My mind no longer possessed
By the demons
That had been the overseers
Of my enslavement to your lies.
The seeds of these lies,
Rooted so deeply
They have cracked the foundation
Of what we once shared,
Allowing the faith in us I had sealed inside
To gush out like a river,
Ripping the image of our future together
From my thoughts
As violently and as brutally
As if it were a child being taken
From his mother’s arms.
I’m left surrounded in darkness,
But I refuse to be swallowed by it,
My loneliness like the night air.
Invisible to the eye, oblivious to the touch,
In its cold uncomfortableness.
Yet if I could do it all over again,
I’d do it in the same skin I’m in.
To lay down and let love die,
Just stay down and let love lie:
Nah, nah, not I.
I’ll stay ’round and let love fly,
Even though I have seen its darkest form, deceit.
Nothing else could taste this warm
Or feel this sweet.
Of the lessons learned from the strain,
Of the questions burned in my brain,
About whether to love is humane
In its touch.
These thoughts are like salmon
Swimming upstream
In the tears of your deceit,
Fighting the current hurt
That kills more than is created
By the chaos of our intertwined emotions:
Chaotic because the anchor
Of Eros’ arrow has been plucked from the vessel
Of my undying infatuation.
Separation not as simple as the distance between us,
My mind no longer possessed
By the demons
That had been the overseers
Of my enslavement to your lies.
The seeds of these lies,
Rooted so deeply
They have cracked the foundation
Of what we once shared,
Allowing the faith in us I had sealed inside
To gush out like a river,
Ripping the image of our future together
From my thoughts
As violently and as brutally
As if it were a child being taken
From his mother’s arms.
I’m left surrounded in darkness,
But I refuse to be swallowed by it,
My loneliness like the night air.
Invisible to the eye, oblivious to the touch,
In its cold uncomfortableness.
Yet if I could do it all over again,
I’d do it in the same skin I’m in.
To lay down and let love die,
Just stay down and let love lie:
Nah, nah, not I.
I’ll stay ’round and let love fly,
Even though I have seen its darkest form, deceit.
Nothing else could taste this warm
Or feel this sweet.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Cogito ergo sum.
Cogito ergo sum. "I think therefore I exist."
So what if we don't exist? By the very fact we are thinking we must exist. Regardless of situation, dimension or stipulation with whatever deity or jargon babble you prefer.
The real question should be... why do we exist?
See, like animals, do they exist for a reason? None that I can think of except some like bees, ants, birds. Do they exist to spread plant seeds or is it a simple concidence of the situation?
So, long ago, I came to this conclusion; thinking about this shit is pointless!
You'll never end up satisfied, so simply.. just be. Get drunk, fuck, do drugs and be merry.
So what if we don't exist? By the very fact we are thinking we must exist. Regardless of situation, dimension or stipulation with whatever deity or jargon babble you prefer.
The real question should be... why do we exist?
See, like animals, do they exist for a reason? None that I can think of except some like bees, ants, birds. Do they exist to spread plant seeds or is it a simple concidence of the situation?
So, long ago, I came to this conclusion; thinking about this shit is pointless!
You'll never end up satisfied, so simply.. just be. Get drunk, fuck, do drugs and be merry.
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