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i feel like i need to write so i'm gonna do it right here, right now. i used to write religiously. it was a catharsis for me. a way to get the constant hum of my brain from builiding up endlessly. a way to pour some of it out so i don't have to bear the burden alone...but then i begin to wonder if it's right to put my thoughts in other people's thoughts. but hopefully nobody reads this anymore anyway. i just want to get back to the point where my thoughts can flow seamlessly from intangible idea to fingertip to ones and zeros to text to intangible idea. i'. m feeling a lot of strange feelings lately, picking up a lot of weird 'energy' from others. i don't know what's up, but it seems that people are getting settled on their paths. theoretically this is a good thing, but i don't want everybody to retreat into their shells and hide out waiting for the world to end. i want to feel a sense of community and power over my life. i want to feel as though i'm doing something that has an effect, hopefully a positive one, but it's getting to the point where i'd go either way. this is what i try to fight. this is what i see some people giving in to. the basest forms of power and creativity. shit talking, lies, manipulation, humiliation, the simple social power we can exert over others. i don't know, people are people and i know what's right. if you want to think that nothing matters then you're right...your life doesn't matter. i have come to believe that the greatest power and gift that we have is the power to believe. the power to attribute meaning to whatever we choose is what makes us human. the power to choose makes us the creators of the future. whether you like it or not every second of your life is a choice and every choice you make matters. every choice you make changes the future. i hate lies i hate lies i hate lies i hate lies i hate lies. I HATE LIES! little lies lead to mass confusion. lies lead to misunderstanding. lies hide the truth and the truth is the only things that can set our hearts and minds at ease. life is a puzzle, i only want to find my place.
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[17 Dec 2008|04:25pm] |
we are slaves to the spectacle. our televisions and computers and such fill us with empty replacements for real life. we have becoming willing and complacent slaves and we consider ourselves free. you are nothing but a human resource, easily replaceable as far as banks and corporations and governments go, but we know that we're more than that. we can feel that we are real, and we can feel that this is wrong. all of you are discontent. don't lie. your lives feel vapid and listless, because rather than living out situations, you watch them on tv or read about them on the internet and in books. instead of making real friends we hide ourselves behind computers and whore our images and ideas for any attention we can get, but we don't have to live this way.
art is not a part of life that a gifted few partake in. life is art. live your life like a piece of art, because your life is YOURS to shape and mold into whatever dreams you can conceive. don't let them tell you the 'right way'. we are made to be what we are, let your feelings and your experiences guide you. laugh in the face of this bizarre spectacle they call modern life. where our fears, hopes, desires, and passions have been stolen from us, packaged, and sold back to us EMPTY and LIFELESS.
go out and do whatever you feel like doing. please. for the sake of humanity.
and look into situationist philosophy if you're so inclined. you'll probably get some great ideas.
www.nothingness.org www.notbored.org www.crimethinc.org
the links won't work, but you can read. type that shit in.
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[28 Nov 2008|03:22pm] |
waves break on an empty shoreline and wash away without a trace waves take back what once was and leave behind what will always be so let the waves break over me and wash away what i've become i'll let the waves take back from me the things i never wanted anyway i give myself up to the sea my gentle friend and enemy
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[21 Nov 2008|08:47am] |
i'll drown my fear in beer and sing glory to the clouded mind, cause i've never known what i wanted. i know i never wanted this, but persistently i ask for it. one day we'll be able to forget...probably tomorrow, but then we'll do it all again and wonder when it's gonna end. i've dug this grave so deep, cause i'm ready for the deepest sleep. the secrets that we try to keep d i s i n t e g r a t e and all we have left is the question 'why can't i shake this feeling?'
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[10 Nov 2008|08:55pm] |
my heart can tell the difference between heaven and hell i'll trust no man can ever reveal the things that you don't see, but feel life seems hard, but know that we were born to do nothing but be...free
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