Babble? [don't begin to read this unless you plan on finishing it]
Babble, weird word!
As I was going through some of the artist Banksy's work, I began to become irrefutably agitated with the entire human race, including myself. I don't want to put myself above other's but I'm going to anyway.
As much as I wish I could become what I envy, I'm too involved in my own shit and obsessed with the internet and cartoons. This thing we cal human race is entirely unfair. Some of us are born with grade-a Nike's while the majority of us are born barefoot with glass in our feet. We can't win! We will never win! To those who were given everything and STILL have their own opinion, own thoughts, and own determination to make this world better, I give you props. Me, I was born with glass in my feet, and my mother...shit! she may as well have been born without toes! But she worked so hard, we all did. To become something other than a mere shadow beneath scowling yuppies, you have to work. Especially under difficult circumstances. For those of you who know what I'm talking about and have also worked to become SOMETHING, congrats. We did it! Here I am blogging my fucking thoughts, not to become famous nor to become known as an intelligent being, but to be heard. I want to be heard and I want to have a little impact on making this world better. I'm going to be going off on tangents this entire blog, so bare with me. No one can change the world by themselves. Even if you stop throwing cigarette butts out the window, its not going to change the rate of pollution but, you are indeed making a difference.
I look around and see hidden propaganda everywhere. I look around and every corner I turn I'm being sold something. Whether it's cancer giving sticks, substances which will deplete my liver and kidneys, or a new leader for my fucking parish...it's everywhere! The site of a blank billboard is pure euphoria for me! I look the boy sitting next to me and he's a walking billboard. He's telling me to buy shoes made by young children in some 3rd world country, his shirt is telling me to drink Captain Morgan, and his hat insists that I 'Just Do It'. This world makes me sick! Don't get me wrong, I definitely own name brand clothing, but like I said in the beginning, I'm not strong enough to become what I would like. Oh, the dreams of not being a hypocrite entice me!
So tell me, how else can I make a difference? Through art!? Through art! And I will, whether it's being shown to a classroom of 45 college students, or the entire world, I will be heard. It's a matter of time before everyone knows what I think and what a huge hypocrite I am, but it's also just a matter of time before I actually put forth towards my own wants. Mother fucker, Class is about to start. I'M NOT DONE! I'll make a video blog about this later.
Megan.
As I was going through some of the artist Banksy's work, I began to become irrefutably agitated with the entire human race, including myself. I don't want to put myself above other's but I'm going to anyway.
As much as I wish I could become what I envy, I'm too involved in my own shit and obsessed with the internet and cartoons. This thing we cal human race is entirely unfair. Some of us are born with grade-a Nike's while the majority of us are born barefoot with glass in our feet. We can't win! We will never win! To those who were given everything and STILL have their own opinion, own thoughts, and own determination to make this world better, I give you props. Me, I was born with glass in my feet, and my mother...shit! she may as well have been born without toes! But she worked so hard, we all did. To become something other than a mere shadow beneath scowling yuppies, you have to work. Especially under difficult circumstances. For those of you who know what I'm talking about and have also worked to become SOMETHING, congrats. We did it! Here I am blogging my fucking thoughts, not to become famous nor to become known as an intelligent being, but to be heard. I want to be heard and I want to have a little impact on making this world better. I'm going to be going off on tangents this entire blog, so bare with me. No one can change the world by themselves. Even if you stop throwing cigarette butts out the window, its not going to change the rate of pollution but, you are indeed making a difference.
I look around and see hidden propaganda everywhere. I look around and every corner I turn I'm being sold something. Whether it's cancer giving sticks, substances which will deplete my liver and kidneys, or a new leader for my fucking parish...it's everywhere! The site of a blank billboard is pure euphoria for me! I look the boy sitting next to me and he's a walking billboard. He's telling me to buy shoes made by young children in some 3rd world country, his shirt is telling me to drink Captain Morgan, and his hat insists that I 'Just Do It'. This world makes me sick! Don't get me wrong, I definitely own name brand clothing, but like I said in the beginning, I'm not strong enough to become what I would like. Oh, the dreams of not being a hypocrite entice me!
So tell me, how else can I make a difference? Through art!? Through art! And I will, whether it's being shown to a classroom of 45 college students, or the entire world, I will be heard. It's a matter of time before everyone knows what I think and what a huge hypocrite I am, but it's also just a matter of time before I actually put forth towards my own wants. Mother fucker, Class is about to start. I'M NOT DONE! I'll make a video blog about this later.
Megan.