I've been waiting so long for this time, I'm terrified, Blind in ways I've never realized, I don't mind...False perceptions that brought forth these questions of Truth, Love, and Hope, Now that you're injuring, I'll carry you with me, Just please hold on...
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Monday, July 02, 2007

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Tuesday, June 05, 2007

So, towards the end of finals, i realized that my life was kinda like a keg of powder surrounded by a whole bunch of really flammable objects.
It was a pretty fun metaphor.
And now a spark hit a stack of masks that went up in flames.
And a spark from that hit a stack of wooden signs saying confused and broken hearted.
And then it hit the keg of gun powder.
And then it went BOOM.
And now i'm kinda like...uhhhh, what the fuck am i gonna do now?

so...

What the fuck am i gonna do now but sit here and watch it all burn.
What else can i do?

Wonderful.

(anybody got a metaphorical fire extinguisher?)


Sunday, May 13, 2007

I'm down.

I'm fucking done, i'm not in, don't got it, fuck it all.  Fuck it all to hell.

 

Yes

I know i'm an ignorant, selfish, bastard with a stick shoved up his ass.  but I'm not changing.  which makes me feel all the worse because i'm pretty well off.  I'm a hypocrite, ideal image of the suburbian youth.

Fuck off.

Well, what i want to change, i'll change.

But for the most part, i'm done.  I know who i am, and i can change me, and i can change me, and i can change me.

and you cant change me.

and apparently you can't change.

welcome to the pointless, melodramatic stalemate that is seeming to become my life.

My perfect, nearly flawless life i manage to nitpick so many problems from.

Damn it.  Damn it all to hell.


Sunday, April 29, 2007

Here it goes again

 

Equus: by Peter Schaffer

Dr. Dysart's monologue cutting

"All right!  I'll take it away!  He'll be delievered from his madness.  What then?  He'll fell himself acceptable?  What then.  Do you really think that feelings can be reattached, like plasters?  Stuck on to some other object we select?  Look at him!  My desire might be to make this boy an ardent husband, a caring citizen, a worshipper of an abstract and unifying god.  My achievement, however, is more likely to make a ghost.  Let me tell you exactly what I'm going to do to him.  I'll heal the rash on his body.  I'll erase the welts cut into his mind by flying manes.  And when that's through, I'll put him on a nice mini scooter and send him puttering off into the Normal world where animals are treated properly: made extinct, forced into servitude, tethered all their lives on dim chains- just to feed it! I'll give him the good old Normal world where we're tethered there beside them blinking our nights over cathode rays over our shriveling heads.  I'll take away his field of HaHa and give him Normal places for his ecstasy - multi lane highways cutting through the guts of cities, extinguishing place altogether- even the idea of place.  Hopefully, he'll come to feel nothing at his fork but approved flesh.  I doubt, however, with much passion.  Passion, you see, can be destroyed by a doctor.  It cannot be created."

 

here it goes again

another pointless wound to mend

melodrama, over sensitive

what sort of life is that to live

and yet maybe it's more than just overreacting

Maybe who i am isnt me just acting

maybe im not trying to manipulate

maybe im not trying to insinuate

maybe im not the evil fucker you make me out to be

Maybe you can get the fuck away from me.

I'm sorry though.

I didn't want it to be like this.

Calm down.  Start over.

Burn it alive and let it grow again.

Like the phoenix, let be reborn.

I don't want it to have to be this way.


Sunday, March 04, 2007

well, fuck.

life goes on. and on. so it goes.  and it goes not well.  and it goes.  and on, and on.

and on.



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