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

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

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

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

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

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 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