and this is why i continually struggle not to take my self seriously
errr...
so yeah.....
myspace isnt apparantly deleting my account.
but i wonder!!!
it was stalled, which it has never, ever done, for about a day.
and it may be that the whole fucking town of boone was logging on to get their daily dose of entertainment--love it and hate it, i do--or it could be that the powers that be were stopping me from, once again, letting my anger seep into the computer instead of friends hands.
but still, what the hell?
i wonder how long ive been missing from my body.
how i would catch glimpses of myself when i was with people who truly made me feel alive
and it makes me sad to think those ties that bind have been broken forever.
im talking about old friendships, old flames, old heartaches and what not.
how to pick up the pieces of my life and keep going and keep believing it cant realyl be this fucked up and keep pushing people to
wake up.
wake up.
wake up.
it is about time the good ol south took some fucking pride in the land we grew up in and its about time we stop perpetuating the same old bullshit that causes people to hate fags, that causes people to rape women, that causes people to make others feel uncomfortable if they have money and if they dont.
im tired of humans not knowing how to love one another.
im tired of dogmatic religions screwing up what buddha, jesus, and fucking gandhi and che guavera had to say.
and im tired of knowledge being delegated and served only to those who have kept up with the times sicne age 15.
there are those of us begging to be woken up but terrified.
give them a hand and do not expect anything in return.
"we were born on this earth to fart around. dont let anyone tell you differently."
--kurt vonnegut
im tired of being scared to speak my mind and worrying about the backlash it will cause, because it always causes one.
always.
and there should be safety net for those who have the guts to speak at all.
someone tell ryan williams to send me a message or read my myspace blog.
i miss that dude alot
and am tired of not talking with him
and want to know how his life is
even if he doesnt want to know about mine.
choices choices and silences.
where does the good go?
so yeah.....
myspace isnt apparantly deleting my account.
but i wonder!!!
it was stalled, which it has never, ever done, for about a day.
and it may be that the whole fucking town of boone was logging on to get their daily dose of entertainment--love it and hate it, i do--or it could be that the powers that be were stopping me from, once again, letting my anger seep into the computer instead of friends hands.
but still, what the hell?
i wonder how long ive been missing from my body.
how i would catch glimpses of myself when i was with people who truly made me feel alive
and it makes me sad to think those ties that bind have been broken forever.
im talking about old friendships, old flames, old heartaches and what not.
how to pick up the pieces of my life and keep going and keep believing it cant realyl be this fucked up and keep pushing people to
wake up.
wake up.
wake up.
it is about time the good ol south took some fucking pride in the land we grew up in and its about time we stop perpetuating the same old bullshit that causes people to hate fags, that causes people to rape women, that causes people to make others feel uncomfortable if they have money and if they dont.
im tired of humans not knowing how to love one another.
im tired of dogmatic religions screwing up what buddha, jesus, and fucking gandhi and che guavera had to say.
and im tired of knowledge being delegated and served only to those who have kept up with the times sicne age 15.
there are those of us begging to be woken up but terrified.
give them a hand and do not expect anything in return.
"we were born on this earth to fart around. dont let anyone tell you differently."
--kurt vonnegut
im tired of being scared to speak my mind and worrying about the backlash it will cause, because it always causes one.
always.
and there should be safety net for those who have the guts to speak at all.
someone tell ryan williams to send me a message or read my myspace blog.
i miss that dude alot
and am tired of not talking with him
and want to know how his life is
even if he doesnt want to know about mine.
choices choices and silences.
where does the good go?