"The greatest gift you can give another is the purity of your attention.”
- Richard Moss
This Quote sounds so simple. It is however more complex than you would imagine. You're probably thinking you give people enough of your attention. But take a moment to think about the persons in your life who really matter. How much of your attention, your truly honest attention has been directed at them. With open ears, eyes and fully soaking in on their troubles, their laughter, their stories, sentances, a clever quote they heard. Anything they thought would be worth remembering for you. Sharing with you. You personally. They only had you in mind while telling you this story. Wondering what you will say about this tiny little detail, or the hidden message. Did you Take it all in and Listen? Do you understand the importance and significance of it? You are something to this person. Someone special enough to remember in silly little situations happening in every day life. Take a moment. Listen. Appreciate.
-A_Riot
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Annonymous Quote
"Sometimes you have to fall from the mountain to realise what you where climbing for. Obstacles are placed in our way to see if what we want is really worth fighting for. From every wound there is a scar, and every scar tells a story. A story that says,
"I was deeply wounded, but i survive.""
"I was deeply wounded, but i survive.""
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Old Friend
Writing old letters, to an old friend of mine. It's been so long since I've seen her face, since the last time we talked. I'm wondering....Would we still have the same interestets, the same state of mind?
Would we be able to laugh at the good old times without melancholic eyes.
I wonder if she's dyed her hair or changed her style. I hope she still thinks about our revolting youth together as we planned to change the world forever.
Does she have a family now? Wonder what they're like. Do they know about the crazy fun we had back in those high school times.
I hope she thinks of us as i do and how we were back then. young and careless. It helps me keep a young heart and an open mind. Maybe one day when we see eachother again we can laugh and cry about how much better nostalgia was back then.
-A_Riot
Would we be able to laugh at the good old times without melancholic eyes.
I wonder if she's dyed her hair or changed her style. I hope she still thinks about our revolting youth together as we planned to change the world forever.
Does she have a family now? Wonder what they're like. Do they know about the crazy fun we had back in those high school times.
I hope she thinks of us as i do and how we were back then. young and careless. It helps me keep a young heart and an open mind. Maybe one day when we see eachother again we can laugh and cry about how much better nostalgia was back then.
-A_Riot
Monday, August 23, 2010
Mark Twain once said....
“It’s no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense.”
“Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.”
“When your friends begin to flatter you on how young you look, it’s a sure sign you’re getting old.”
“A man/woman cannot be comfortable without his/her own approval.”
“Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.”
“Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.”
“Don’t go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.”
“Drag your thoughts away from your troubles… by the ears, by the heels, or any other way you can manage it.”
“The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up.”
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did so. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
“Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.”
“When your friends begin to flatter you on how young you look, it’s a sure sign you’re getting old.”
“A man/woman cannot be comfortable without his/her own approval.”
“Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.”
“Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.”
“Don’t go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.”
“Drag your thoughts away from your troubles… by the ears, by the heels, or any other way you can manage it.”
“The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up.”
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did so. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
quote!
"you remind me of a james bond bird. -coz yer exotic to me. I'm just me, uneducated and mad"
- Mig
- Mig
Friday, August 6, 2010
Quote
Apologizing does not always mean that you are wrong, and the other person is right.
it just means that you value your relationship more than your ego.
it just means that you value your relationship more than your ego.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
random find...
I randomly found this quote. I don't know who wrote it. It's extremely corny and I feel like some teenager at the highth of puperty when i read it. Which means its got something to it either way...check it out for yourself. :D
"I don\'t know much about her but I\'m kind of infatuated with this girl. Or maybe it\'s the idea of her that I\'ve created. I found myself thinking about her tonight on a walk under some makeshift constellations struggling through the light pollution of Boston, fleeting thoughts coming and going like New England snowfalls. It\'s not a lusty, I-want-to-fuck-her kind of deal. I want to hold her close and sing her soft rainstorm melodies and move her in a way that makes her feel unspeakably alive because there\'s nothing that has touched her to the core like that in a long time. I want to bear my soul to her in the way that symphonies are written, so that at its completion, my story will have completely enveloped her like B minor at the predawn of a snow-covered day, and she\'ll realize that there is nothing more painfully right than the overlap of the lines on our palms and all the countless intersections of her eyes (beautiful, sun-drenched) and mine. Black spot #1357140 transcendence on Feb 22, 2010 @ 06:21"
"I don\'t know much about her but I\'m kind of infatuated with this girl. Or maybe it\'s the idea of her that I\'ve created. I found myself thinking about her tonight on a walk under some makeshift constellations struggling through the light pollution of Boston, fleeting thoughts coming and going like New England snowfalls. It\'s not a lusty, I-want-to-fuck-her kind of deal. I want to hold her close and sing her soft rainstorm melodies and move her in a way that makes her feel unspeakably alive because there\'s nothing that has touched her to the core like that in a long time. I want to bear my soul to her in the way that symphonies are written, so that at its completion, my story will have completely enveloped her like B minor at the predawn of a snow-covered day, and she\'ll realize that there is nothing more painfully right than the overlap of the lines on our palms and all the countless intersections of her eyes (beautiful, sun-drenched) and mine. Black spot #1357140 transcendence on Feb 22, 2010 @ 06:21"
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Daily quote
"Every Gun that is made,
every warship launched,
every rocket fired,
signifies, in the final sense,
A THEFT
from those who hunger and are not fed,
those who are cold,
and not clothed."
-Dwight D. Eisenhower
every warship launched,
every rocket fired,
signifies, in the final sense,
A THEFT
from those who hunger and are not fed,
those who are cold,
and not clothed."
-Dwight D. Eisenhower
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Daily Quote
“After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security, and you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises, and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child, and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans. After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure… that you really are strong, and you really do have worth.” ~Veronica A. Shoffstall
Monday, May 17, 2010
Personal Note on diverse Perspectives. And confusion about where humanity is headed.
WARNING: Rambling ahead.
I’m not really sure why I’m still so surprised at some peoples unbelievable stupidity and immaturity but these same people always seem to be going about the world like they are Gandhi born from Einstein and wonder woman and I’m talking about grown-ass people here. People (people who I am surrounded by lately)just seem to be so immature, undeveloped and most of all SHAMELESS to the point where you have to stop and think about if you are the only sane person around or if you’ve finally fucking lost it and shouldn’t be trying to understand any ones perspective on any sort of situation. Even if it involves a midget and a bear in a ring fight, you just don’t feel like you should think logically nor should you be making decision and bets on something like this yet still betting money on the midget (yeah yeah they’re called little people, whatever fuck your political correctness you self absorbed wanna-be genius)
What has to be going through a persons brain where they feel the urge to not give a fuck
About a so called friendship you are just building. the word “friendship” in the world today, is a bit over-fucking-rated don’t you think? I sure as hell do.
Who are friends? Where are they? What should a good friend really do for you? Who is a potential friend, how well can you trust someone you’ve known for 6 months, how well can you trust someone you’ve known for 3 years? Am I being considered as a whiny little bitch right now because I’m “crying” about nobody wanting to be my friend? No because I don’t care if you are or are not friends with me, just don’t fucking put me in a position where you try to belittle me with your own low self-confidence. I guess it all depends on how shitty of a person your sorry ass just came across.
The world is filled with spiteful people who will push you into the fire for something as small as a rumor, a lie, a pitiful idea of something they made up in their own imagination. I personally don’t have any reason to have to explain myself in any of these stories I’m talking about, I don’t owe anyone even a hint of a breath trying to explain my side of the story because it would be wasted, if anything, I was fucked over and I sure as hell do not care what some immature, pussy coward asshole thinks about me, but it bothers me when I think It was a friendship or a person with potential who I was considering to let into my life. What the fuck makes people think that they are so god damn important that they can treat eachother like the last piece of dirt at the bottom of a shitpond, like they are some king or queen in a washed up village filled with Neanderthals who don’t know how to live life nor how to treat eachother but think they are the greatest thing that’s happened to the universe since Barbara fucking Streisand. I’m giving up hope on the goodness in people, call me a fuck but I don’t give 10 flying fucks about whatever you wanna call me, so put that in your egoboosted, selfish and unintelligent pipe and smoke it. I’m definitely not saying that I’M some kind of genius in this realm we got goin here, not at all, but me having this state of mind about people especially wanting to share it and maybe even thinking someone out there agrees that you dont always have to fuck someone over to prove that you're tough, but just accept friendship so the fact that I even care to be good to people, makes me 10,000 times better than the people i've just described (and there is alot of you fuckers out there) just by showing, sharing and most importantly living by that rule.
Best part is, these people know it's true, they've got to swallow their pride, admit it and move on with their pitiful lives after realising they are infact nobodies, with noone behind them to have their back, because thats exactly where they are headed. So i guess im wodering if there are any honest people out there? I'm guessing they're being rapidly extinct.
I’m not really sure why I’m still so surprised at some peoples unbelievable stupidity and immaturity but these same people always seem to be going about the world like they are Gandhi born from Einstein and wonder woman and I’m talking about grown-ass people here. People (people who I am surrounded by lately)just seem to be so immature, undeveloped and most of all SHAMELESS to the point where you have to stop and think about if you are the only sane person around or if you’ve finally fucking lost it and shouldn’t be trying to understand any ones perspective on any sort of situation. Even if it involves a midget and a bear in a ring fight, you just don’t feel like you should think logically nor should you be making decision and bets on something like this yet still betting money on the midget (yeah yeah they’re called little people, whatever fuck your political correctness you self absorbed wanna-be genius)
What has to be going through a persons brain where they feel the urge to not give a fuck
About a so called friendship you are just building. the word “friendship” in the world today, is a bit over-fucking-rated don’t you think? I sure as hell do.
Who are friends? Where are they? What should a good friend really do for you? Who is a potential friend, how well can you trust someone you’ve known for 6 months, how well can you trust someone you’ve known for 3 years? Am I being considered as a whiny little bitch right now because I’m “crying” about nobody wanting to be my friend? No because I don’t care if you are or are not friends with me, just don’t fucking put me in a position where you try to belittle me with your own low self-confidence. I guess it all depends on how shitty of a person your sorry ass just came across.
The world is filled with spiteful people who will push you into the fire for something as small as a rumor, a lie, a pitiful idea of something they made up in their own imagination. I personally don’t have any reason to have to explain myself in any of these stories I’m talking about, I don’t owe anyone even a hint of a breath trying to explain my side of the story because it would be wasted, if anything, I was fucked over and I sure as hell do not care what some immature, pussy coward asshole thinks about me, but it bothers me when I think It was a friendship or a person with potential who I was considering to let into my life. What the fuck makes people think that they are so god damn important that they can treat eachother like the last piece of dirt at the bottom of a shitpond, like they are some king or queen in a washed up village filled with Neanderthals who don’t know how to live life nor how to treat eachother but think they are the greatest thing that’s happened to the universe since Barbara fucking Streisand. I’m giving up hope on the goodness in people, call me a fuck but I don’t give 10 flying fucks about whatever you wanna call me, so put that in your egoboosted, selfish and unintelligent pipe and smoke it. I’m definitely not saying that I’M some kind of genius in this realm we got goin here, not at all, but me having this state of mind about people especially wanting to share it and maybe even thinking someone out there agrees that you dont always have to fuck someone over to prove that you're tough, but just accept friendship so the fact that I even care to be good to people, makes me 10,000 times better than the people i've just described (and there is alot of you fuckers out there) just by showing, sharing and most importantly living by that rule.
Best part is, these people know it's true, they've got to swallow their pride, admit it and move on with their pitiful lives after realising they are infact nobodies, with noone behind them to have their back, because thats exactly where they are headed. So i guess im wodering if there are any honest people out there? I'm guessing they're being rapidly extinct.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
quote
“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, It is the only thing that ever has.”
-Margaret Mead
-Margaret Mead
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Quote - John green, Looking for Alaska
"I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch,
to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies.
Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase.
But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawking and she was gorgeous and I was hoplessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people where rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane."
to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies.
Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase.
But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawking and she was gorgeous and I was hoplessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people where rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane."
Monday, March 8, 2010
Psychedelic Rage.
Thoughts are psychedelic creatures in their own power.
Creatures, of the deepest dark,
they absorb your mind, it's not safe to wander through that forest of thoughts.
The possibility of being swallowed and spit out into another dimension are greater than you can imagine
its purely psychedelic.
encountering suppressed thoughts, thoughts which are formed into encounters who have been lurking about for some time, all those times when you didn't let your guard down, all those times you've felt fine they've been there
waiting for a weak point to shove the needle through your mind.
the idea of feeling fine turns into the thought; that feeling fine is not a promise nor a fact.
it's a psychedelic illusion, a privilege of psychedelic monsters raiding your mind
who are able to take that privilege from you at anytime while you're observing the conscious of your subconscious.
Gloomy mists of acid laced splinters rotten into your mind, its a part of you, you can't control it.
control is an illusion in its self. Feeling fine is a privilege once again.
just you and your thoughts alone, variegated emotions taking over and are overpowered by hate, anger and disappointment,
it's a state of fragile beings weakened by their psychedelic creatures, constantly reminded of their hated and suppressed thoughts.
Thoughts that have disappoint us as persons, as beings, as the way our inner self is projected at the outside world.
Getting out of this state is uneasy, your thoughts are inevitable,
you have to wait it out, wait it out, 'till they're burning you out, wait it out, 'till you're barking in tongues and
thoughts of disgust from the splinters rust.
wait it out. you have to wait it out. scream, hit and punch, it doesn't matter it feeds their temper.
try to forget, try not to remember. Suppress them, redeem your privilege of feeling fine.
Dismembering the psychedelic Monsters is your chance of being free.
If only freedom its self was not an illusion.
-A_Riot
Creatures, of the deepest dark,
they absorb your mind, it's not safe to wander through that forest of thoughts.
The possibility of being swallowed and spit out into another dimension are greater than you can imagine
its purely psychedelic.
encountering suppressed thoughts, thoughts which are formed into encounters who have been lurking about for some time, all those times when you didn't let your guard down, all those times you've felt fine they've been there
waiting for a weak point to shove the needle through your mind.
the idea of feeling fine turns into the thought; that feeling fine is not a promise nor a fact.
it's a psychedelic illusion, a privilege of psychedelic monsters raiding your mind
who are able to take that privilege from you at anytime while you're observing the conscious of your subconscious.
Gloomy mists of acid laced splinters rotten into your mind, its a part of you, you can't control it.
control is an illusion in its self. Feeling fine is a privilege once again.
just you and your thoughts alone, variegated emotions taking over and are overpowered by hate, anger and disappointment,
it's a state of fragile beings weakened by their psychedelic creatures, constantly reminded of their hated and suppressed thoughts.
Thoughts that have disappoint us as persons, as beings, as the way our inner self is projected at the outside world.
Getting out of this state is uneasy, your thoughts are inevitable,
you have to wait it out, wait it out, 'till they're burning you out, wait it out, 'till you're barking in tongues and
thoughts of disgust from the splinters rust.
wait it out. you have to wait it out. scream, hit and punch, it doesn't matter it feeds their temper.
try to forget, try not to remember. Suppress them, redeem your privilege of feeling fine.
Dismembering the psychedelic Monsters is your chance of being free.
If only freedom its self was not an illusion.
-A_Riot
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Quote from Joseph Hellers "Catch 22"
"There was only one catch and that was Catch-22, which specified that a concern for one's own safety in the face of dangers that were real and immediate was the process of a rational mind. Orr was crazy and could be grounded. All he had to do was ask; and as soon as he did, he would no longer be crazy and would have to fly more missions."
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Quote of the day (Saturday, Feburary 6, 2010
"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day."
-E. B. White
-E. B. White
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Quote of the day (Wednesday, february 3, 2010)
"I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see."
-John Burroughs
-John Burroughs
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Special Quoting: Jim Jarmusch says...
"Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don't bother concealing your thievery-celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: "It's not where you take things from - it's where you take them to."
-Jim Jarmusch
-Jim Jarmusch
Quote of the Day (Tuesday February 2, 2010)
"I'm convinced that everyone has art inside of us. The lucky ones are those that can get it down on paper."
-Andrea Miller
-Andrea Miller
Monday, February 1, 2010
Note to self.
see music.
hear art.
chase love.
live thrills.
love lust.
hate lies.
acknowledge truth.
fight oppression.
cause riots.
destroy power.
devour ignorance.
power the people.
be involved.
know the truth.
-A_Riot
hear art.
chase love.
live thrills.
love lust.
hate lies.
acknowledge truth.
fight oppression.
cause riots.
destroy power.
devour ignorance.
power the people.
be involved.
know the truth.
-A_Riot
Quote of the day (Sunday January 31, 2010 -Monday February 1, 2010 )
Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them.
-Friedrich Nietzsche
What else is love but understanding and rejoicing in the fact that another person lives, acts, and experiences otherwise than we do?
-Friedrich Nietzsche
-Friedrich Nietzsche
What else is love but understanding and rejoicing in the fact that another person lives, acts, and experiences otherwise than we do?
-Friedrich Nietzsche
Friday, January 29, 2010
Quote of the Day (Saturday, January 30. 2010)
"It's very dangerous to wave to people you don't know because what if they don't have hands? They'll think you're cocky."
-Mitch Hedberg
-Mitch Hedberg
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Metaphorically Speaking...
Sitting here with all the ingredients
for the pot of gold i've been waiting for, except something is missing for my taste buds.
I've got the pot of gold, it's right infront of me,
but i'm not happy, it's not the particular pot of gold i wanted,
it's not my special pot of gold! But i've waited for my- MY OWN PERFECT!!...... my own perfect perfect pot of gold.
this pot of gold i now have,
it's merely a pot of cheap jewelery, a rip off from the original,
a sale of a sale at a yard sale;
this is how i see it, it's only so in my eyes anyway.
I merely just settled for what i could get, did i?
did i just settle for what i could get?
are these ingriedience the best i will ever have?
why can't i see the shimmery gold
that everyone else sees in this pot of gold that i now have?
maybe i know why subconciously...i don't seem to know the answer to any of this.
whats the main ingridient thats missing? why am i not satisfied with what i have?
it's not me whos got the problem, its the pot, that pot which doesn't meet my expectation that same pot that's actually all right for me
but doesn't shimmer bright enough in my eyes, it doesn't give me butterflies those warm tingling butterflies are missing , it doesn't add that happy spring to my step.
this particular pot of gold, has promissed me more than any other pot of gold ever has.
it has even kept its promise, something i surely did not expect.
this particular pot of gold has been supporting me through all of my stress and even now in my own ignorance.
it's made me temporarily happy
countless times, countless...temporarily..
because i see the value in it, it has alot of value, but i don't seem
to want any of it, it's not-my-pot-of-gold! the gold i waited for...the gold that i longed for will probably never be mine.
i don't see my luck in this pot of gold i now have, i won't see my luck in this pot of gold that i now have, maybe one day maybe never,
but deffinitely not until i reason with my idea of perfection.
-A_Riot
for the pot of gold i've been waiting for, except something is missing for my taste buds.
I've got the pot of gold, it's right infront of me,
but i'm not happy, it's not the particular pot of gold i wanted,
it's not my special pot of gold! But i've waited for my- MY OWN PERFECT!!...... my own perfect perfect pot of gold.
this pot of gold i now have,
it's merely a pot of cheap jewelery, a rip off from the original,
a sale of a sale at a yard sale;
this is how i see it, it's only so in my eyes anyway.
I merely just settled for what i could get, did i?
did i just settle for what i could get?
are these ingriedience the best i will ever have?
why can't i see the shimmery gold
that everyone else sees in this pot of gold that i now have?
maybe i know why subconciously...i don't seem to know the answer to any of this.
whats the main ingridient thats missing? why am i not satisfied with what i have?
it's not me whos got the problem, its the pot, that pot which doesn't meet my expectation that same pot that's actually all right for me
but doesn't shimmer bright enough in my eyes, it doesn't give me butterflies those warm tingling butterflies are missing , it doesn't add that happy spring to my step.
this particular pot of gold, has promissed me more than any other pot of gold ever has.
it has even kept its promise, something i surely did not expect.
this particular pot of gold has been supporting me through all of my stress and even now in my own ignorance.
it's made me temporarily happy
countless times, countless...temporarily..
because i see the value in it, it has alot of value, but i don't seem
to want any of it, it's not-my-pot-of-gold! the gold i waited for...the gold that i longed for will probably never be mine.
i don't see my luck in this pot of gold i now have, i won't see my luck in this pot of gold that i now have, maybe one day maybe never,
but deffinitely not until i reason with my idea of perfection.
-A_Riot
Quote of the Day (Friday, January 29, 2010)
I don't mean to be a diva, but some days you wake up and you're Barbara Streisand.
-Courtney Love
-Courtney Love
Quote of the Day (Thursday, January 28, 2010)
"I have no country to fight for; my country is the earth, and I am a citizen of the world."
-Eugene V. Debs
-Eugene V. Debs
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Quote of the day (Wednesday, January 27, 2010)
' I'm sick of following my dreams. I'm just going to ask them where they're goin', and hook up with them later.' - Mitch Hedberg
Monday, January 25, 2010
Media lies.
In the world today, confusion stays, on my mind, or just ignorance in their minds
I’m not sure who’s right, who’s to trust who’s money to lust. for
I’m surrounded by democracy, bureaucracy, autocracy, hypocrisy and I’m trying to
get it, Mr. government tells me to, it doesn’t feel right to.
Do I fight? or do I agree? suppress my thoughts.....
follow the sick impulse and influence from that news channel no one likes, but
everyone stops, looks ....and listens.....
It’s a bad car crash, too disgusting and wrong to like but too interesting to look
away.
you think....: “it’s not me, it’s someone else always”. This time we're all in the
same boat at the same railroad going down that rusty railway way where the tires
screech and we think it’s ok but only because we’re told ....this way.....
.. ..
what happens next, who cares, I don’t think; They do it for me, I go along with
everything they told me, I give them what they ask for. hesitant? not quite, it’s
for my safety right?
so what’s wrong with inserting technological radio frequent chips into my
flesh into my blood under my skin and never being able to get away, or be alone.
it’s ok it’s for you to stay safe like I said.
But don’t you dare eat that new food brands cake it’s cancerous you’ll die says
the news casters lie to build fear
down to your bones and make you believe you need support from the lies. Its
fear and trust mixed up, a confusion of common sense and poisoning of your
mind, it plants seeds that kill your thoughts and make room for empty space that
absorbs the media race.
.. ..
forget speaking freely at dinner, that meal on your plate still has ears and it can
hear you. it "fears" you and your thoughts, your free opinion and state of mind is
a threat to the new world order, so which fodder are you feasting from?....
-A_Riot
I’m not sure who’s right, who’s to trust who’s money to lust. for
I’m surrounded by democracy, bureaucracy, autocracy, hypocrisy and I’m trying to
get it, Mr. government tells me to, it doesn’t feel right to.
Do I fight? or do I agree? suppress my thoughts.....
follow the sick impulse and influence from that news channel no one likes, but
everyone stops, looks ....and listens.....
It’s a bad car crash, too disgusting and wrong to like but too interesting to look
away.
you think....: “it’s not me, it’s someone else always”. This time we're all in the
same boat at the same railroad going down that rusty railway way where the tires
screech and we think it’s ok but only because we’re told ....this way.....
.. ..
what happens next, who cares, I don’t think; They do it for me, I go along with
everything they told me, I give them what they ask for. hesitant? not quite, it’s
for my safety right?
so what’s wrong with inserting technological radio frequent chips into my
flesh into my blood under my skin and never being able to get away, or be alone.
it’s ok it’s for you to stay safe like I said.
But don’t you dare eat that new food brands cake it’s cancerous you’ll die says
the news casters lie to build fear
down to your bones and make you believe you need support from the lies. Its
fear and trust mixed up, a confusion of common sense and poisoning of your
mind, it plants seeds that kill your thoughts and make room for empty space that
absorbs the media race.
.. ..
forget speaking freely at dinner, that meal on your plate still has ears and it can
hear you. it "fears" you and your thoughts, your free opinion and state of mind is
a threat to the new world order, so which fodder are you feasting from?....
-A_Riot
i miss... (underconstruction/ rough draft)
I miss his smile, his laugh, that deep voice of his,
I miss his mouth, his lips, perfect teeth, his perfect eyes i miss those too.
I miss his words, his humor, his intelligence, his non conformist and cynical attitude.
His own opinion, his teachings, i miss being taught by his wisdom.
I miss his hands, his fingers, his waist his broad shoulders, yeah i really miss those.
I miss his breath, the scent of his body, i miss that too.
I miss his immaturity, it always meant something to me.
He doesnt miss any of that about me. Maybe a little
But not nearly at all.
-A_Riot
I miss his mouth, his lips, perfect teeth, his perfect eyes i miss those too.
I miss his words, his humor, his intelligence, his non conformist and cynical attitude.
His own opinion, his teachings, i miss being taught by his wisdom.
I miss his hands, his fingers, his waist his broad shoulders, yeah i really miss those.
I miss his breath, the scent of his body, i miss that too.
I miss his immaturity, it always meant something to me.
He doesnt miss any of that about me. Maybe a little
But not nearly at all.
-A_Riot
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