August 2009
8 posts
Finis.
(As posted by Shoofly)
Bobo drank the tears of children. This nectar of fear and sadness gave him his only relief. “Cry and you can go away, Cry and I won’t make you stay.” Years ago, as a boy, before the disease, before the decay, before the deterioration and decomposition, Bobo heard drums and trumpets. They were the sounds of the circus parade heralding the arrival of the Greatest Show on...
Ignorance is bliss.
It’s come to my attention, and maybe just on a personal level, how irritating it is when a majority of society epects this to, happen. Anywhere from having a red light change to green, or there to be water in the corporate jug at the office. The fact is, is that there is a immense underground network of souls devoted to making things that happen, happen. And if all the world stopped for...
It's a little bit funny..
How most of the ultimate truths that are written on this blog are advice given to others, that in reality are pulled from this author’s faults. When this author should be the one taking their own advice, and stop preaching through hypracritical journal entries and meloncholie IP adresses. Funny way to try and help others. I suppose that’s a better way than most, I suppose. Just a...
Spotlight or back row;
We’ll always want what we can’t have. I’ve never quite completely figured out the mentality of it all. The fact that everythign we strive for is exactly what we want, until the purpose for wanting ceases. Untill the wanted is had, and the strived is accomplished.
I think that’s why those who are older tend to be more relaxed people. Because as you meander about the...
My dear phoenix;
Too many people blend in. I can’t stress enough how important it is to give yourself an identity. Find a way to shoot forward in a sunburst of originality and give yourself that cutting edge personality. It will serve you in ways you can’t imagine down the road. Break off from the introductories of fashion and the lessons of mentality given by society and write yourself a rule book....
Flows like a river..
Look up the song “Adagio For Strings” by Samuel Barber. I personally break down every time I hear it. It sets off so many mental paths for me to go down, and it make me think about things I couldn’t fathom of thinking on my own, just because I happen to have free time.
It seems that the numbers of true thinkers, those who are willing to take time and just think about things that...
La puissance de l'amour.
Few things in this world seem to hold their true value any more. But one true virtue I seem to always be able to fall back on is love. I haven’t had a good date in ages. The last time I experienced falling in love is suprisingly distant. But to see some of my closest friends hold together all of their being by loving someone else warms my heart. I can practically feel that it does for you...
Smells like teen spirit.
Baggy eyes, trudging with a zombified expresion of depressing feebleness and mediocraty, the teenage generation will never amount to the potential it’s smashed in the face with. They could be pummled to the ground and disembowled with opportunity, and a staggering majority of today’s youth will pull their innards into their plastic lunchboxes and go back to their video games. Weaker,...