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have you ever tasted reality?
well i have. i've seen this all work, up close and personal. i'm begining to comprehend how complex our world is, and how everything can't be solved by pretty words. The sad truth is romantics never get anything done. I won't sit around and debate who is a real pirate, infact I don't really feel like sitting around and debating anything. We're at a stand still. Ignorance is not something forgien, and anyone who thinks they have saved themselves from this disease by being well informed or taking a stand is wrong. Dead wrong. We are all victims here, just as each one of us is a killer. The blood of the world is on everyone's hands. This isn't about your stupid liberal jokes, or your fucking gun rights, or how long you stood protesting in the rain. This isn't about drugs or how much 60's music you listen to. It isn't about your education, or about your fucking snot faced opinions about who gets to die. We all live in a cloud. Not just America. Not just George W. Bush. Every single one of us who sits around here thinking that we know something. Well you don't know shit.
Because the truth is we're all the same. Every human being. This is about throwing your hate away. This is about lowering your guard. This is about learning that everything you know could be wrong. This is about America and this is about the world. We're all here for a reason. You were born with physical freedom for a reason. Our president and his regiem are not our government, and our government is not our country. I can say now that through the guilt and the shame I love America. You go stand at Lincoln's feet and tell me you don't.
Someone saw something. This is our chance to be different. This is our chance to break the patterns of history and make our country something better than an empire. We must grow up to stand up and stand up together, because love will bring us through. By being born on this earth you were given the oppertunity to change it. So do something. Get off your ass and scream. Get off your ass and make love to someone just because you are alive and they're human, just like you. Stop talking and start moving, start writing, start kissing republicans and commies alike, because living is something we all do.
I feel so trapped sometimes. Like, what the hell am I supposed to do? I live in suburbia, it's the law I go to school everyday, and I like school. So I know what I'm going to do. I'm going to stay in school. I'm going to grow up. I'm going to work and travel and go to more school. I stopped caring about fitting or not fitting some stupid mold. Everyone from the far far right to the anarchists told me I had to do something about this stupid mold. Fuck it. Fuck everyone. This is not about society. This is about you. This is about your mind. This is about freedom. Let it all go. Let the tears run and the laughter ring and let our voices be heard by the ears of God himself because someday we will all be free. You just have to open your eyes and your heart and love your neighbor. Love him no matter who he is. Let things go from there. This isn't a phase, this is life, and life is too short.
These are just romantic words, and I am just a hypocrite. But what are we to do? I'm just going to keep talking and keep going back to washington and keep making people happy and keep learning. I'm going to do the best I can. Can you say the same?
well i have. i've seen this all work, up close and personal. i'm begining to comprehend how complex our world is, and how everything can't be solved by pretty words. The sad truth is romantics never get anything done. I won't sit around and debate who is a real pirate, infact I don't really feel like sitting around and debating anything. We're at a stand still. Ignorance is not something forgien, and anyone who thinks they have saved themselves from this disease by being well informed or taking a stand is wrong. Dead wrong. We are all victims here, just as each one of us is a killer. The blood of the world is on everyone's hands. This isn't about your stupid liberal jokes, or your fucking gun rights, or how long you stood protesting in the rain. This isn't about drugs or how much 60's music you listen to. It isn't about your education, or about your fucking snot faced opinions about who gets to die. We all live in a cloud. Not just America. Not just George W. Bush. Every single one of us who sits around here thinking that we know something. Well you don't know shit.
Because the truth is we're all the same. Every human being. This is about throwing your hate away. This is about lowering your guard. This is about learning that everything you know could be wrong. This is about America and this is about the world. We're all here for a reason. You were born with physical freedom for a reason. Our president and his regiem are not our government, and our government is not our country. I can say now that through the guilt and the shame I love America. You go stand at Lincoln's feet and tell me you don't.
Someone saw something. This is our chance to be different. This is our chance to break the patterns of history and make our country something better than an empire. We must grow up to stand up and stand up together, because love will bring us through. By being born on this earth you were given the oppertunity to change it. So do something. Get off your ass and scream. Get off your ass and make love to someone just because you are alive and they're human, just like you. Stop talking and start moving, start writing, start kissing republicans and commies alike, because living is something we all do.
I feel so trapped sometimes. Like, what the hell am I supposed to do? I live in suburbia, it's the law I go to school everyday, and I like school. So I know what I'm going to do. I'm going to stay in school. I'm going to grow up. I'm going to work and travel and go to more school. I stopped caring about fitting or not fitting some stupid mold. Everyone from the far far right to the anarchists told me I had to do something about this stupid mold. Fuck it. Fuck everyone. This is not about society. This is about you. This is about your mind. This is about freedom. Let it all go. Let the tears run and the laughter ring and let our voices be heard by the ears of God himself because someday we will all be free. You just have to open your eyes and your heart and love your neighbor. Love him no matter who he is. Let things go from there. This isn't a phase, this is life, and life is too short.
These are just romantic words, and I am just a hypocrite. But what are we to do? I'm just going to keep talking and keep going back to washington and keep making people happy and keep learning. I'm going to do the best I can. Can you say the same?