OK, what the fuck is wrong with our school curriculum.
Third term Literacy we have to do poetry. Doesn't sound too bad, until you have to write 6 fucking poems over your march break, with no fucking inspiration. Plus, in a school where they're trying to stream the students marks with some "Most consistent" Bullshit, how in the hell do they keep the desire to put this unit in the curriculum. I actually asked around, and about 90% of my class' Writing Mark drops by at least 8%. So now we're stuck with this fucking weight on our shoulders because of this god damn unit.
And plus, if someone actually decides to express themself with something that isn't some happy dappy Bullshit, they get sent to a guidance counsellor. So not only is there the fear of that, you also have to decide if you want to bear you're soul and look like a freak in front of your classmates. Too many times has a kid been made fun of just for being themself.
So in short, It's simply put just the stupidest idea ever. Thanks for listening to my vent.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Schism
The song is by Tool.
I know the pieces fit
'Cause I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smouldering
Fundamental differing
Pure intention juxtaposed
Will set two lovers' souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes
Testing our communication
The light that feuled our fire then
Has a burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end
Crippling our communication
I know the pieces fit
'Cause I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame
It doesn't mean I don't desire to
Point the finger, blame the other
Watch the temple topple over
To bring the pieces back together
Rediscover communication
The poetry
That comes from the squaring off between
And the circling is worth it
Finding beauty in the dissonance
There was a time that the pieces fit
But I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smouldering
Strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know
The dangers of our second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow
And strengthen our communication
Cold silence has
A tendency to
Atrophy any
Sense of compassion
Between supposed brothers
Between supposed lovers
(sometimes says "lovers" the first
time and then "brothers" in concert)
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit (crescendo)
I know the pieces fit
'Cause I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smouldering
Fundamental differing
Pure intention juxtaposed
Will set two lovers' souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes
Testing our communication
The light that feuled our fire then
Has a burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end
Crippling our communication
I know the pieces fit
'Cause I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame
It doesn't mean I don't desire to
Point the finger, blame the other
Watch the temple topple over
To bring the pieces back together
Rediscover communication
The poetry
That comes from the squaring off between
And the circling is worth it
Finding beauty in the dissonance
There was a time that the pieces fit
But I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smouldering
Strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know
The dangers of our second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow
And strengthen our communication
Cold silence has
A tendency to
Atrophy any
Sense of compassion
Between supposed brothers
Between supposed lovers
(sometimes says "lovers" the first
time and then "brothers" in concert)
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit
I know the pieces fit (crescendo)
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Vicarious
This is a song by Tool that I'm currently addicted to. Vicarious means "to feel in the place of another eg. envy is vicarious because you imagine yourself as the person you're envying, or alternately it can mean full of life. The entire thing is just so true, about everyone. We're all sadistic in some respect, and the majority of us imagine ourself as either the victim (suicidal or depressed), or the killer (sadist)
Eye on the TV
'cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavor it happens to be
Like:
"Killed by the husband" ...
"Drowned by the ocean" ...
"Shot by his own son" ...
"She used a poison in his tea,
Then (she) kissed him goodbye"
That's my kind of story
It's no fun til someone dies.
Don't look me at like I am a monster
Frown out your one face, but with the other (you)
Stare like a junkie into the TV
Stare like a zombie while the mother holds her child,
Watches him die,
Hands to the sky cryin "why, oh why?"
Cause I need to watch things die from a distance
Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies
You all need it too - don't lie.
Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit it?
We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'
Neither the brave nor bold
Nor brightest of stories told
We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'
I need to watch things die from a good safe distance
Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies
You all feel the same so why can't we just admit it?
Blood like rain fallin' down
Drum on grave and ground
Part vampire, part warrior,
Carnivore and voyeur
Stare at the transmittal.
Sing to the death rattle.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie (x4)
Credulous at best
Your desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men.
But pull your head on out (of) your hippie haze
And give a listen
Shouldn't have to say it all again
The universe is hostile
So impersonal
Devour to survive
So it is, so it's always been ...
We all feed on tragedy.
It's like blood to a vampire.
Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies
Much better you than I.
Eye on the TV
'cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavor it happens to be
Like:
"Killed by the husband" ...
"Drowned by the ocean" ...
"Shot by his own son" ...
"She used a poison in his tea,
Then (she) kissed him goodbye"
That's my kind of story
It's no fun til someone dies.
Don't look me at like I am a monster
Frown out your one face, but with the other (you)
Stare like a junkie into the TV
Stare like a zombie while the mother holds her child,
Watches him die,
Hands to the sky cryin "why, oh why?"
Cause I need to watch things die from a distance
Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies
You all need it too - don't lie.
Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit it?
We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'
Neither the brave nor bold
Nor brightest of stories told
We won't give pause until the blood is flowin'
I need to watch things die from a good safe distance
Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies
You all feel the same so why can't we just admit it?
Blood like rain fallin' down
Drum on grave and ground
Part vampire, part warrior,
Carnivore and voyeur
Stare at the transmittal.
Sing to the death rattle.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie (x4)
Credulous at best
Your desire to believe in
Angels in the hearts of men.
But pull your head on out (of) your hippie haze
And give a listen
Shouldn't have to say it all again
The universe is hostile
So impersonal
Devour to survive
So it is, so it's always been ...
We all feed on tragedy.
It's like blood to a vampire.
Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies
Much better you than I.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Myley Cyrus/Hanna Montana
Ok, what the fuck is wrong with this girl (or boy)?
For one thing, she looks like she's made out of plastic, yet still has the vanity to think that she's attractive. It's kind of amazing that little kids like her. She scares me.
Second, there are 2 types of her songs. There are the "lets party" songs, and the sappy Bullshit. My little sister happens to be into the second type. Now let me ask you, doesn't it strike you as kind of odd that little girls are listening to stuff like that and then thinking that they get it. I'm not calling myself an expert, but frankly if you have no experience in it (and I'm talking about the little girls, not her) then please don't pretend you so just because you listen to some freak who lacked a childhood singing about it. It's almost tragic.
Third, what's up with all the pictures of her on the internet? freaking 13 year old girls who think they're attractive, posing in their underwear is pretty pathetic. The only reason anybody gives a shit is because shes part of Disney. And then there's the 3 or 4 year older boyfriend who obviously isn't in the relationship for her.
And finally, is it me, or is every single freaking no talent hack of a Disney star now making music. Google it sometime. You'd be amazed. And then there's the show. It really makes me wonder if her mental faculties are in order if she actually finds tht shit funny. It's like that Mall Cop movie, just no where near as funny, and with far more failed attempts at humour. I know about 10 8 year olds,and a million people my age who don't find it funny at all. Pretty sad.
For one thing, she looks like she's made out of plastic, yet still has the vanity to think that she's attractive. It's kind of amazing that little kids like her. She scares me.
Second, there are 2 types of her songs. There are the "lets party" songs, and the sappy Bullshit. My little sister happens to be into the second type. Now let me ask you, doesn't it strike you as kind of odd that little girls are listening to stuff like that and then thinking that they get it. I'm not calling myself an expert, but frankly if you have no experience in it (and I'm talking about the little girls, not her) then please don't pretend you so just because you listen to some freak who lacked a childhood singing about it. It's almost tragic.
Third, what's up with all the pictures of her on the internet? freaking 13 year old girls who think they're attractive, posing in their underwear is pretty pathetic. The only reason anybody gives a shit is because shes part of Disney. And then there's the 3 or 4 year older boyfriend who obviously isn't in the relationship for her.
And finally, is it me, or is every single freaking no talent hack of a Disney star now making music. Google it sometime. You'd be amazed. And then there's the show. It really makes me wonder if her mental faculties are in order if she actually finds tht shit funny. It's like that Mall Cop movie, just no where near as funny, and with far more failed attempts at humour. I know about 10 8 year olds,and a million people my age who don't find it funny at all. Pretty sad.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
The death of True Feeling
This is more of a response to your new post Dana.
It's tragic to look at the state of the world right now. Wars and genocides everywhere, the common mentality being if you don't benefit, it's not worth doing. Stereotypes and discrimination spreading like wildfire.
The truth of the matter is that it's the fault of the US. Their pop-culture encourages stupidity and racism, violence and sex. That's why common courtesy is dead. Simply put, people are sheep. They will do the "in" thing, just to have people like them. So when the "in thing" becomes insensetivity and hidden intelligence, what becomes of the people who don't want to leave the old ways behind? They die out
People ask where have all the gentlemen gone. Degeneration. Simple as that. When you're shunned by your peers for being nice, or smart, then you have two options; do the right thing and be nice, or become the shallow bastard that people want you to be.
And to be honest, it's just not worth being nice. The lure of acceptance is too much. And besides. It's a weapon. It's like a drug. The more you try, the more you buy. And once you start to use the trust built up over years of niceness and good behaviour, you abuse it. It's futile to hold on to the old ways. To face facts, it's just not worth being the nice guy. Which is why I've made the jump to degenerate prick.
Don't get me wrong, I'm still nice to some people, but when someone cuts you with a knife, and everyone else starts rubbing salt in the wound it leaves behind, you start to get tired of it. And so, rather than letting the anger and the hatred build up, I take it out on people. So in other words, I've decided to stop taking people's shit. Piss me off, really push me, and you won't like what happens next.
I'm sorry that I'm weak. I'm sorry that you've decided that I can't take the fucking taunts anymore. I guess what I'm saying is that I'm sorry I can't take the strain anymore of just sitting there and taking the abuse. And before you go thinking I'm just off on another one of my melodramatic rants, you don't see the way people act around me. The one way conversations. The cynical veiw as soon as they see my mouth open. If I get treated like a sack of shit, then I don't think the people doing it deserve anything better. Niiiiiight.
It's tragic to look at the state of the world right now. Wars and genocides everywhere, the common mentality being if you don't benefit, it's not worth doing. Stereotypes and discrimination spreading like wildfire.
The truth of the matter is that it's the fault of the US. Their pop-culture encourages stupidity and racism, violence and sex. That's why common courtesy is dead. Simply put, people are sheep. They will do the "in" thing, just to have people like them. So when the "in thing" becomes insensetivity and hidden intelligence, what becomes of the people who don't want to leave the old ways behind? They die out
People ask where have all the gentlemen gone. Degeneration. Simple as that. When you're shunned by your peers for being nice, or smart, then you have two options; do the right thing and be nice, or become the shallow bastard that people want you to be.
And to be honest, it's just not worth being nice. The lure of acceptance is too much. And besides. It's a weapon. It's like a drug. The more you try, the more you buy. And once you start to use the trust built up over years of niceness and good behaviour, you abuse it. It's futile to hold on to the old ways. To face facts, it's just not worth being the nice guy. Which is why I've made the jump to degenerate prick.
Don't get me wrong, I'm still nice to some people, but when someone cuts you with a knife, and everyone else starts rubbing salt in the wound it leaves behind, you start to get tired of it. And so, rather than letting the anger and the hatred build up, I take it out on people. So in other words, I've decided to stop taking people's shit. Piss me off, really push me, and you won't like what happens next.
I'm sorry that I'm weak. I'm sorry that you've decided that I can't take the fucking taunts anymore. I guess what I'm saying is that I'm sorry I can't take the strain anymore of just sitting there and taking the abuse. And before you go thinking I'm just off on another one of my melodramatic rants, you don't see the way people act around me. The one way conversations. The cynical veiw as soon as they see my mouth open. If I get treated like a sack of shit, then I don't think the people doing it deserve anything better. Niiiiiight.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Man in the Box
Wow, song is the story of my life. It's by Alice in Chains.
I'm the man in the box
Buried in my shit
Won't you come and save me, save me
Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut?
Jesus Christ, deny your maker
He who tries, will be wasted
Feed my eyes, now you've sewn them shut
I'm the dog who gets beat
Shove my nose in shit
Won't you come and save me, save me
Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut?
Jesus Christ, deny your maker
He who tries, will be wasted
Feed my eyes, now you've sewn them shut
To make it a little clearer, for some who may be confused about the meaning of this song, I'm not abused (on a physical level).
"I'm the man in the box, buried in my shit" is about how I get myself into something and get trapped in it.
"feed my eyes, can you sew them shut" is about all the pain and suffering I see and even cause, and how I want it all just to go away.
"I'm the dog who gets beat, shove my nose in shit" is about how I get abused (on a mental and social level) by people, and as a result, become one of the abusers by "shoving my nose in [their] shit".
"He who tries, will be wasted", is about how rather than trying to retaliate against the abusers, I just let them do what they want, because I know that if I try, it'll be a waste.
This isn't the original meaning of the song because in an interview, the lead singer told the world that it's about animal abuse. He was out to dinner with a bunch of vegetarians and he ordered the veal. They told him that the baby cows are raised in boxes barely big enough for them, forced to live in their own shit. So in short, the song is actually about animal cruelty.
I'm the man in the box
Buried in my shit
Won't you come and save me, save me
Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut?
Jesus Christ, deny your maker
He who tries, will be wasted
Feed my eyes, now you've sewn them shut
I'm the dog who gets beat
Shove my nose in shit
Won't you come and save me, save me
Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut?
Jesus Christ, deny your maker
He who tries, will be wasted
Feed my eyes, now you've sewn them shut
To make it a little clearer, for some who may be confused about the meaning of this song, I'm not abused (on a physical level).
"I'm the man in the box, buried in my shit" is about how I get myself into something and get trapped in it.
"feed my eyes, can you sew them shut" is about all the pain and suffering I see and even cause, and how I want it all just to go away.
"I'm the dog who gets beat, shove my nose in shit" is about how I get abused (on a mental and social level) by people, and as a result, become one of the abusers by "shoving my nose in [their] shit".
"He who tries, will be wasted", is about how rather than trying to retaliate against the abusers, I just let them do what they want, because I know that if I try, it'll be a waste.
This isn't the original meaning of the song because in an interview, the lead singer told the world that it's about animal abuse. He was out to dinner with a bunch of vegetarians and he ordered the veal. They told him that the baby cows are raised in boxes barely big enough for them, forced to live in their own shit. So in short, the song is actually about animal cruelty.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Vermilion
For gawd's sake, they actually mean something to me (and how I feel at the moment)
She seems dressed in all the rings
Of past fatalities
So fragile, yet so devious
She continues to see
Climatic hands that press her temples and my chest
Enter the night that she came home... Forever
Oh... She's the only one that makes me sad
She is everything and more... The solemn hypnotic
My Dahlia, bathed in possesion
She is home to me
I get nervous, perverse, when I see her it's worse
But the stress is astounding
It's now or never
She's coming home... Forever
Oh... She's the only one that makes me sad
Hard to say what caught my attention
Fixed and crazy... Aphid attraction
Carve my name in my face... To recognize
Such a pheromone cult to terrorize
I wont let this build up inside of me (x4)
I'm a slave and I am a master
No restraints and unchecked collectors
I exist through my needs... to self-oblige
She is something in me that I despise
I won't let this build up inside of me (x4)
I won't let this build up inside of me (x4)
She isn't real
I can't make her real
She isn't real
I can't make her real
She isn't real (she isn't real)
I can't make her real (I can't make her real)
She isn't real (she isn't real)
I can't make her real
She seems dressed in all the rings
Of past fatalities
So fragile, yet so devious
She continues to see
Climatic hands that press her temples and my chest
Enter the night that she came home... Forever
Oh... She's the only one that makes me sad
She is everything and more... The solemn hypnotic
My Dahlia, bathed in possesion
She is home to me
I get nervous, perverse, when I see her it's worse
But the stress is astounding
It's now or never
She's coming home... Forever
Oh... She's the only one that makes me sad
Hard to say what caught my attention
Fixed and crazy... Aphid attraction
Carve my name in my face... To recognize
Such a pheromone cult to terrorize
I wont let this build up inside of me (x4)
I'm a slave and I am a master
No restraints and unchecked collectors
I exist through my needs... to self-oblige
She is something in me that I despise
I won't let this build up inside of me (x4)
I won't let this build up inside of me (x4)
She isn't real
I can't make her real
She isn't real
I can't make her real
She isn't real (she isn't real)
I can't make her real (I can't make her real)
She isn't real (she isn't real)
I can't make her real
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