the thing about abuse, physical, emotional, or whatever, is that, the person/persons perpetrating the abuse really, truly feel justified.

and our society condones it. i see an ill mannered child in a store, or on the street, and i say: "why doesn't that parent smack the shit out of that kid?! shut that kid the fuck up!" what i never stop to ask is ( Read more... )

Music(kind of)

Get buzzed, get drunk, get crunked, get fuuuuuuucked up...

i am rather mad at myself for loving that song. i tried to make up for it by listening to Marvin Gaye, but then, he had issues with women, too, didn't he. and it's not so much what those boys are saying in the song that bugs me, it's just that the behavior is so ridiculous, ( Read more... )

what matters:it's all delicious outside. all sunshine and wind and... crispness. all that is missing is rain. i can see the mountains today. they're smiling knowingly at me, as if they haven't been hiding for the past two days. "Maulana, we've been here all along," they say smugly. no earthquake, no global warming, no nuclear war threatens them. ( Read more... )

and music is my life.

ah, god, how true that is.
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PRETTY LAYDAYYYYYYYYYYYYY... (uneven clapping ( Read more... )