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.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
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
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Of Police and Profanity
Lol, before you comment, yes I know, dramatic title. Just a story about what happened on Friday's PA day.
Our class has a health project due, and we are in groups, so on Friday my group got together(ok, so it was only three of us becuase Mayuran's writing is so bad that he might as well have just taken a huge shit on the page)Aaaaaaaaaaaanyways. I was over at Ali's, and Zack came too. That's the group. After the usual dicking around and getting nothing done, we decide to go and play nicky nine doors.
The best part about it was, the snowbanks there are big enough for us to easily hide behind, so we could do this during the day. We do a couple of houses, most of which had nobody home. Eventually, I run up to a door. *Ring ring ring*, run away. No one comes to the door so we all stand up and start talking. Then this Asian dude whips open the door and starts screaming at us!
We run, he runs after us (in his slippers and robe I might add, even though it was past 2 o'clock) he goes untill the foot of his driveway, at which point he realizes that he can't run for a shit compared to us and goes back inside. Ha ha, loser (I can say this because it takes me like 16 seconds to run 100m)
After that, we had to stop with the nickying because there were no more houses with good cover that weren't on the same street as a house inhabited by a psycho asian dude. But we kept walking anyway, up a street that takes you straight downtown (if you can really call it that) Ali has to pee, and because his house is too far away fo rhim to make it (or so he said) he goes on the side of a van. Yes, he literally pissed on the side of a van!
We finish walking up the street and turn around, because now I have to pee. as we're walking in the middle of the road (because there was a parked car, we're not assholes like that) two cars pull up behind us and are waiting for us to get to the side. as we're just about to get past the parked car, one of the ones waiting for us starts honking at us.
After the cars pass, Ali and Zack start yelling at them, but the driver can't hear them. I give it the finger. Unfortunately, they were looking in their mirrors, and saw this. The breaks go on and tires screech to a halt. The car sits there for about 5 seconds, at which time we start to run. Then it pulls into a driveway and turns around.
The car comes up beside us and stops again. More screeching tires, oh joy. The window goes down and the woman driving starts to ask me if i think it's appropriate to give her the finger for honking at me. Then she says that she's a cop and that if she had been in a really bad mood, she might have run us down. She says that she only honked at us because we weren't facing oncoming traffic (no fucking shit, bitch. I generally look where I'm walking, and when I know that both vehicles have come to a dead stop BEHIND ME, I generally try to get out of their way, which would involve looking forward so as to not walk into anything. Fuck, what a prick) Zack starts snickering, she catches him and he shuts up (tee hee). After a multitude of "sorry"s and "no, I won't do that again"s the woman finally drives away.
Now let me ask you something. By stopping in the middle of the street, this woman had already broken the law. My town also has an idling law which I'm pretty sure was also broken. Also, a cop generally has enough restraint to just ignore it when a grungy looking kid gives them the finger after they've homked at this kid for a while. And generally, a cop is smart enough to have some basic common sense and logic when evaluating a situation, suck as harmless profanity. So quite frankly, unless this woman had pulled out a badge, pepper spray, a pistol and a billy stick I wouldn't have beleived her.
So in short, when playing nicky nine doors don't get up untill you're sure nobody is there and if a car honks at you, don't give them the finger. Trust me, it's just not worth it.
Our class has a health project due, and we are in groups, so on Friday my group got together(ok, so it was only three of us becuase Mayuran's writing is so bad that he might as well have just taken a huge shit on the page)Aaaaaaaaaaaanyways. I was over at Ali's, and Zack came too. That's the group. After the usual dicking around and getting nothing done, we decide to go and play nicky nine doors.
The best part about it was, the snowbanks there are big enough for us to easily hide behind, so we could do this during the day. We do a couple of houses, most of which had nobody home. Eventually, I run up to a door. *Ring ring ring*, run away. No one comes to the door so we all stand up and start talking. Then this Asian dude whips open the door and starts screaming at us!
We run, he runs after us (in his slippers and robe I might add, even though it was past 2 o'clock) he goes untill the foot of his driveway, at which point he realizes that he can't run for a shit compared to us and goes back inside. Ha ha, loser (I can say this because it takes me like 16 seconds to run 100m)
After that, we had to stop with the nickying because there were no more houses with good cover that weren't on the same street as a house inhabited by a psycho asian dude. But we kept walking anyway, up a street that takes you straight downtown (if you can really call it that) Ali has to pee, and because his house is too far away fo rhim to make it (or so he said) he goes on the side of a van. Yes, he literally pissed on the side of a van!
We finish walking up the street and turn around, because now I have to pee. as we're walking in the middle of the road (because there was a parked car, we're not assholes like that) two cars pull up behind us and are waiting for us to get to the side. as we're just about to get past the parked car, one of the ones waiting for us starts honking at us.
After the cars pass, Ali and Zack start yelling at them, but the driver can't hear them. I give it the finger. Unfortunately, they were looking in their mirrors, and saw this. The breaks go on and tires screech to a halt. The car sits there for about 5 seconds, at which time we start to run. Then it pulls into a driveway and turns around.
The car comes up beside us and stops again. More screeching tires, oh joy. The window goes down and the woman driving starts to ask me if i think it's appropriate to give her the finger for honking at me. Then she says that she's a cop and that if she had been in a really bad mood, she might have run us down. She says that she only honked at us because we weren't facing oncoming traffic (no fucking shit, bitch. I generally look where I'm walking, and when I know that both vehicles have come to a dead stop BEHIND ME, I generally try to get out of their way, which would involve looking forward so as to not walk into anything. Fuck, what a prick) Zack starts snickering, she catches him and he shuts up (tee hee). After a multitude of "sorry"s and "no, I won't do that again"s the woman finally drives away.
Now let me ask you something. By stopping in the middle of the street, this woman had already broken the law. My town also has an idling law which I'm pretty sure was also broken. Also, a cop generally has enough restraint to just ignore it when a grungy looking kid gives them the finger after they've homked at this kid for a while. And generally, a cop is smart enough to have some basic common sense and logic when evaluating a situation, suck as harmless profanity. So quite frankly, unless this woman had pulled out a badge, pepper spray, a pistol and a billy stick I wouldn't have beleived her.
So in short, when playing nicky nine doors don't get up untill you're sure nobody is there and if a car honks at you, don't give them the finger. Trust me, it's just not worth it.
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