Sunday, March 15, 2009
friday the 13th...twas a day of very bad energy. i witnessed four near accidents and many stupid drivers. a lot of odd things happened too. lights flickering for the first time ever. coincidences galore. i definitely believe coincidences are just that, but when many occur in a very short period...i perk up. it cant just be the day. that doesnt make any sense. i think it's mass hysteria. collective improvisation of a multitude of minds. that's how you make superstitions come true. if enough people believe in them, the energy vibrations from those thoughts can join each other and actually bring that idea in to existence. maybe that's how prayer and chanting work. in fact, i believe it is. it has to come from strong minds, and strong intention. it is intentions that are the basis of energy for an action. nothing always turns out right. one may have good intentions but ruin a situation. there is no evil in that. only mishaps and a negative(in regards to pleasure and stress reduction) outcome. if one removes desire from their life, suffering will vanish.
fuck late night infomercials
fuck tvs atop gas station pumps
fuck all of you who want nothing more than pleasure out of life.
fuck the pricks in federal hill who love drinkin and fuckin
im the prick from dc who makes love and gets blitzed off of friends and good times
the world is full of too much bull shit
this is the shit the pollutes our minds
materialism, desire, and greed. these are what makes humans evil.
we have a blank slate. we have hearts of gold.
but only until the curse of pop culture reigns down upon the masses of ignorant nubile minds.
who is there to dispute the dynasty of commercialism?
we are all too entangled. even those who remove themselves are too far removed to understand the role it plays.
the cycle of bullshit and false hope is inescapable.
drunks pick up half-lit cigarettes from the street.
girls lay incoherent on the stoop of the market.
irish pubs spew college men past their prime.
drunk girls still wander home with those with the worst intentions.
no one cares anymore. i just want to meet someone who cares.
is there anyone i can talk to anymore?
fuck tvs atop gas station pumps
fuck all of you who want nothing more than pleasure out of life.
fuck the pricks in federal hill who love drinkin and fuckin
im the prick from dc who makes love and gets blitzed off of friends and good times
the world is full of too much bull shit
this is the shit the pollutes our minds
materialism, desire, and greed. these are what makes humans evil.
we have a blank slate. we have hearts of gold.
but only until the curse of pop culture reigns down upon the masses of ignorant nubile minds.
who is there to dispute the dynasty of commercialism?
we are all too entangled. even those who remove themselves are too far removed to understand the role it plays.
the cycle of bullshit and false hope is inescapable.
drunks pick up half-lit cigarettes from the street.
girls lay incoherent on the stoop of the market.
irish pubs spew college men past their prime.
drunk girls still wander home with those with the worst intentions.
no one cares anymore. i just want to meet someone who cares.
is there anyone i can talk to anymore?
Monday, March 09, 2009
suddenly it all seems so appropriate
This is the story of your red right ankle
And how it came to meet your leg
And how the muscle bone and sinews tangled
And how the skin was softly shed
And how it whispered,
"Oh, adhere to me for we are bound by symmetry
And whatever differences our lives have been
We together make a limb"
This is the story of your red right ankle
This is the story of your gypsy uncle
You never knew cause he was dead
And how his face was carved an ripped with wrinkles
In the picture in your head
And remember how you found the key
To his hide-out in the Pyrenees,
But you wanted to keep his secret safe,
So you threw the key away?
This is the story of your gypsy uncle
This is the story of the boys who loved you
Who love you now and loved you then
And some were sweet and some were cold and snuffed you
And some just layed around in bed
And some, they crumbled you straight to your knees
Did it cruel, did it tenderly
Some they crawled their way into your heart
To rend your ventricles apart
This is the story of the boys who loved you
This is the story of your red right ankle
And how it came to meet your leg
And how the muscle bone and sinews tangled
And how the skin was softly shed
And how it whispered,
"Oh, adhere to me for we are bound by symmetry
And whatever differences our lives have been
We together make a limb"
This is the story of your red right ankle
This is the story of your gypsy uncle
You never knew cause he was dead
And how his face was carved an ripped with wrinkles
In the picture in your head
And remember how you found the key
To his hide-out in the Pyrenees,
But you wanted to keep his secret safe,
So you threw the key away?
This is the story of your gypsy uncle
This is the story of the boys who loved you
Who love you now and loved you then
And some were sweet and some were cold and snuffed you
And some just layed around in bed
And some, they crumbled you straight to your knees
Did it cruel, did it tenderly
Some they crawled their way into your heart
To rend your ventricles apart
This is the story of the boys who loved you
This is the story of your red right ankle