Poetry

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.

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)

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.

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.