I suppose all i can say is free is not really free. Free speech Isnt really free. Words are engraved upon the stone preaching about equality. Equality is nothing more than a simple illusion placed upon things. Im not equal to you nor you to me. Celebrities are not equal to regular society. They're special. Law affects them in a totally different way then it does to you or I. That is just the way things are and how oh so unfortunate...my pleasures are not equal to yours. Ironically the ignorant people are whinging about the preposterous amount of ignorants their around when all they need to do is take a gander into some reflective surface of a certain kind. Take a peek into the looking glass.
It seems to them that illicit drug use is a creation of illusions to help the person partaking in the illicit drug use create a so-called "fantasy" world. The latter opinion would be incorrect. To me it is all about the escape. What is possibly wrong with an escape. Naturally i think responsibility for ones self is a must when participating in escapes. What is the problem with stepping away from the goddamn norm. A little fun. Something different. Some of us animals need to mature to a better point of understanding. But it wont happen. Religion will still flourish amongst the masses. People wont think and do for themselves. So i'll keep my POV and they'll keep theirs untill,we can only hope, their undocile minds open a biology book instead of a bible...We all have our set time so live for yourself and no one else, make it all enjoyable as possible for yourself. Live beauteous if you must. Whatever is most pleasing to your conscience...
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Media Pretty Boys
The station known as Disney is overloaded with them. These teen boys, who girls lift their shirts up to, have been made so-called gods amongst the women across America and possibly a lot of males as well. The screen you look at every day is the master of all demise. The controller. The media Pretty Boys would be nowhere without a cathode ray tube.
Why is it these boys are made to be like kings. Since they are on the screen they've been thrown into a society that's made to cling. Whatever they have on (brand,style,etc), their hairstyle, or whatever must be copied. Since they do it, others feel "well they're hip, hot, i want to be the same". To the status quo the media is apparently "whats right". If it says to look like so and so, they'll look like so and so. To me it's utterly atrocious that these Disney, etc figures are boosted to such heights. They have no talent what so-ever. The only thing that got them to their position is their quote unquote handsome looks.
The Jonas Bitches: a group of shit, pretty boy teen musicians (which i hate to call them) who, which is a possible fact, dont write their own music and use lyrics from "teen" movies, with all their, if they have any, original lyrics based off of plot's from the "teen" movies with the lyrics adhering to what is called the "teenager's mind" which is why they orgasm at the sound of their shit music. Well of course they dont think its fecal matter because they feel that their lyrics are real, that the bothers have been through "real" struggles and whoever is listening to it makes themselves relate to such garbage (hence the reason for the upswell of Jonas Bullshit).
They,the status quo, will believe it. Those who listen buy (lunch boxes, keychains,tshirts,cups,and who the hell knows what else.
Disney makes billions from all this hehaw.
But back to the no talent topic of this shindig. Their pretty boy looks have got them this stardom and the "big bosses" of the media corperation that owns disney and disneys bosses themselves know these faces, these angel,smooth,pretty schoolboy faces are oh so camera friendly. So they get thrown in front of a camera and told to "act". The funny thing with this little scene is that every damned one of them have no, and i mean this, no acting ability whatsoever. They might as well be holding the scripts right up to their camera friendly snouts. But the viewers of these disney shows (also included in these are the hanana montana episodes) sit their, transfixed televisually to their screen somehow not noticing the horrible acting taking place.
The girls: regular society' sgirls: words ive heard describing the media pretty boys include atrocities such as "gorgeous, brilliant, sexy, yummy, that would be delicious, steamy (nojoke) and this can go on for a while. The girls have seen them and all for the media boys' looks will speak such things. Also, and im almost positive on this, that most if not all of the girls extremly attached like a leech to the screens males would be more than willing to, if they saw one of the boys in public or anywhere, to get as naked as possible and be ready to mate with him all through the night...and possibly through the next
Why is it these boys are made to be like kings. Since they are on the screen they've been thrown into a society that's made to cling. Whatever they have on (brand,style,etc), their hairstyle, or whatever must be copied. Since they do it, others feel "well they're hip, hot, i want to be the same". To the status quo the media is apparently "whats right". If it says to look like so and so, they'll look like so and so. To me it's utterly atrocious that these Disney, etc figures are boosted to such heights. They have no talent what so-ever. The only thing that got them to their position is their quote unquote handsome looks.
The Jonas Bitches: a group of shit, pretty boy teen musicians (which i hate to call them) who, which is a possible fact, dont write their own music and use lyrics from "teen" movies, with all their, if they have any, original lyrics based off of plot's from the "teen" movies with the lyrics adhering to what is called the "teenager's mind" which is why they orgasm at the sound of their shit music. Well of course they dont think its fecal matter because they feel that their lyrics are real, that the bothers have been through "real" struggles and whoever is listening to it makes themselves relate to such garbage (hence the reason for the upswell of Jonas Bullshit).
They,the status quo, will believe it. Those who listen buy (lunch boxes, keychains,tshirts,cups,and who the hell knows what else.
Disney makes billions from all this hehaw.
But back to the no talent topic of this shindig. Their pretty boy looks have got them this stardom and the "big bosses" of the media corperation that owns disney and disneys bosses themselves know these faces, these angel,smooth,pretty schoolboy faces are oh so camera friendly. So they get thrown in front of a camera and told to "act". The funny thing with this little scene is that every damned one of them have no, and i mean this, no acting ability whatsoever. They might as well be holding the scripts right up to their camera friendly snouts. But the viewers of these disney shows (also included in these are the hanana montana episodes) sit their, transfixed televisually to their screen somehow not noticing the horrible acting taking place.
The girls: regular society' sgirls: words ive heard describing the media pretty boys include atrocities such as "gorgeous, brilliant, sexy, yummy, that would be delicious, steamy (nojoke) and this can go on for a while. The girls have seen them and all for the media boys' looks will speak such things. Also, and im almost positive on this, that most if not all of the girls extremly attached like a leech to the screens males would be more than willing to, if they saw one of the boys in public or anywhere, to get as naked as possible and be ready to mate with him all through the night...and possibly through the next
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Dark-Colored Matter
The prisoner lays flat on his back, his chest is slightly caved in due to the strength of the straps tightened to his stomach. The officer of the main law stands with eager eyes. Can't wait for the passing im sure. The deserver shakes due to the immense white stress. His psychosis could be compared to A.M static.
Pale death now sits on the "examination" table. Officers of the main law stand round. What's the difference here honestly? The one who deserves to be put to death. Why? Did he kill someone? The officers of the main law when performing such an action, what makes them any different from the person their injecting, electrocuting, shooting, or hanging? Have they not just committed a murder themselves? The so-called deserver of the punishment wouldn't be dead unless the upholders of law didnt take his life so when that upholder goes where ever he goes after his shift i wonder if he realizes or even imagines himself a murderer.
Subject A murders old lady walking down street, takes her life...(and currency)
Subject A is caught and subjected to death row.
Seven years pass as Subject A waits for his impending fate.
Time comes...
Upholder B escorts Sub.A to death room.
Upholder B executes Subject A at scheduled time.
Executes- takes Sub. A's life
Not to say Sub.A didnt deserve such an act of oppresion,
but what makes Upholder B different from Sub. A when it comes to the
idea of taking anothers life ?
Pale death now sits on the "examination" table. Officers of the main law stand round. What's the difference here honestly? The one who deserves to be put to death. Why? Did he kill someone? The officers of the main law when performing such an action, what makes them any different from the person their injecting, electrocuting, shooting, or hanging? Have they not just committed a murder themselves? The so-called deserver of the punishment wouldn't be dead unless the upholders of law didnt take his life so when that upholder goes where ever he goes after his shift i wonder if he realizes or even imagines himself a murderer.
Subject A murders old lady walking down street, takes her life...(and currency)
Subject A is caught and subjected to death row.
Seven years pass as Subject A waits for his impending fate.
Time comes...
Upholder B escorts Sub.A to death room.
Upholder B executes Subject A at scheduled time.
Executes- takes Sub. A's life
Not to say Sub.A didnt deserve such an act of oppresion,
but what makes Upholder B different from Sub. A when it comes to the
idea of taking anothers life ?
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Jummy Jimmy.............Sausages ?
Irritation is involved in my 5th and 6th every day. Daniels is one of the most despicable, ostentatious, appalling, degrading, immature, worthless persons i have ever come into contact with. I honestly could write a F------ (expletive) novel about his class, his ways, his downgrading of other students, his ways of "Non" teaching. But ill just keep it to today. He was so pissed about our Workkeys test scores (Workkeys is this bullshit test we are forced to take if we have a vocational class, i believe) (and i am not doing a thing with computers after Highshool, im juts trying to graduate.) But he said he was going to make it up to us if we did bad on those tests. Partly because i know he wanted us to have better scores, all for his pretentious fat ass to look good for everyone else. Honestly, i guessed on the test and didnt do good at all. Why? Beause it was dumb and why should i make Him look good when he doesnt teach a damn, literraly, a damn thing. Doesn't it make the state look good as well? I really dont care about that either, my useless/worthless score on that test is not going to bring this state and or country to its knees. So we come in there today and he started downgrading us, as usual, for being so (in his words) damn stupid. I was the first one he targeted. Since i bring a book im reading at the time in that class everyday he was basally just on me for being "stupid" in the reading part of the test and that i failed it and i should just throw it in the trash (my book) because i cant bring it in there anymore and saying that we cant read and all that jazz. Ok first off that man cannot even put together a proper sentence. Second i know his reading skills are "mierd" as well. Well rather than using the French words ill just say it his reading skills are quote Shit unquote. How dare he say i cant read. Id like to see him pick up a book by David Foster Wallace or Fyodor Dostoevsky then we shall see who can read. So to make a long story way way short he made us (the ones who didnt pass the worthless test, only like 3 out of 7 of us passed it) the "failures" take a huge book (on Networking, the class is Servers) we never never use and do his usual busy work of summarizing some chapters. So yea im pissed at him as usual and now its just increased because this little "scene" he's trying to play out may last the rest of my year here. But whatever
Studder Budder Jimmy. I dont need your class to graduate so have fun being a prick............OUT
Studder Budder Jimmy. I dont need your class to graduate so have fun being a prick............OUT
A Story of the Liars and Thieves
Liars and thieves...We are all liars and all thieves. We have all stolen. We have all deceived. Yes its a travesty that that's the way it is but that's how it goes. Asking someones opinion on liars and thieves is just about the same as asking someone their opinion on urination and excrementing. But we'll talk about the "chronic" thieves and liars. The constants. Liars who lie constantly are building up a big complex web of complexity. They may believe they have gotten out of it but it is only just the beginning (remember we're talking of chronic liars). When the liar is lying he believes he is lying to the person the lie is directed at but the truth about the lie is that the chronic liar is not only lying to the receiver but also lying to his or herself. They have developed a system where they don't have to be honest with anyone nor themselves. The constant liar is not real. He is not real with himself.
The chronic thief is one dirty piece of life. Now this all depends on what the items being lifted are. Im going to go with uhm say someones "personal" items i.e. money ipod cd's book etc.
The scenario goes as follows: Skankbaby A walks into his regular gym class he has had all year.
SkankbabyA has been watching this one girls music listening device for quite some time now and views it as this "must" have piece of technology he must have because he cant have it so now he feels compelled to steal anothers. So Girl B sits and listens(to her music device). Skankbaby A, still watching intently behind some trashy twins of his. Girl B finally, to Skankbaby A's great relief, waltzes on back to the ladies locker room area. Girl B was not even remotely involved in a thought about some trash of a person stealing her property, hers, so she left her music listening device along with some of her other items of personal property i.e. bookbag, purse (no money in there) (Skankbaby A would know), other clothes. Skankbaby A's eyes lit with a tainted bright light of joy. Skankbaby A managed to weasel his way with the crowd of trashy twins in front of the items and grab the device. It was never seen again. Home. Skankbaby A sits and looks at his prize thinking that what he did, in his mind, was so-called "cool" and "badass", saying things reminiscent of "yea, im so hard" "don't fuc* with me alright" (all this being said into his ratty looking bathroom mirror in his ratty looking bathroom to himself. Poor Skankbaby A doesn't realize how atrocious he is and the act he just committed was. That he has to lower himself even lower than his social status is and rob someone of their music. To wake up in the morning and think about plundering. Stealing from someone something that was that someones, not the one that stole it. Home. Girl B sits with head in hands. Something strange is in the air. She picks her face up ever so gently to look at her enraged, irate Father Figure in her face. Supposed Father Figure is horribly upset that his daughters music device was now missing and she, somehow, had no idea where it resided and this was the 3rd one she has somehow messed up (the 1st 2, music devices, Girl B broke). Girl B is now terribly upset with grief with tears streaming down her face because, honestly, she really doesnt know what happenned to it. It was there. It was gone. Just like that. Skankbaby A has caused more damage than his skankbaby mind will ever comprehend.
The chronic thief is one dirty piece of life. Now this all depends on what the items being lifted are. Im going to go with uhm say someones "personal" items i.e. money ipod cd's book etc.
The scenario goes as follows: Skankbaby A walks into his regular gym class he has had all year.
SkankbabyA has been watching this one girls music listening device for quite some time now and views it as this "must" have piece of technology he must have because he cant have it so now he feels compelled to steal anothers. So Girl B sits and listens(to her music device). Skankbaby A, still watching intently behind some trashy twins of his. Girl B finally, to Skankbaby A's great relief, waltzes on back to the ladies locker room area. Girl B was not even remotely involved in a thought about some trash of a person stealing her property, hers, so she left her music listening device along with some of her other items of personal property i.e. bookbag, purse (no money in there) (Skankbaby A would know), other clothes. Skankbaby A's eyes lit with a tainted bright light of joy. Skankbaby A managed to weasel his way with the crowd of trashy twins in front of the items and grab the device. It was never seen again. Home. Skankbaby A sits and looks at his prize thinking that what he did, in his mind, was so-called "cool" and "badass", saying things reminiscent of "yea, im so hard" "don't fuc* with me alright" (all this being said into his ratty looking bathroom mirror in his ratty looking bathroom to himself. Poor Skankbaby A doesn't realize how atrocious he is and the act he just committed was. That he has to lower himself even lower than his social status is and rob someone of their music. To wake up in the morning and think about plundering. Stealing from someone something that was that someones, not the one that stole it. Home. Girl B sits with head in hands. Something strange is in the air. She picks her face up ever so gently to look at her enraged, irate Father Figure in her face. Supposed Father Figure is horribly upset that his daughters music device was now missing and she, somehow, had no idea where it resided and this was the 3rd one she has somehow messed up (the 1st 2, music devices, Girl B broke). Girl B is now terribly upset with grief with tears streaming down her face because, honestly, she really doesnt know what happenned to it. It was there. It was gone. Just like that. Skankbaby A has caused more damage than his skankbaby mind will ever comprehend.
Friday, April 10, 2009
He...The Problem
excerpt from...
Somehow his head has become unhinged. Maybe it happened when he was a child. Maybe when he was a teenager. He couldn't quite figure it out. He was a male with a body aged about 18 years. At the moment, in some present day and time, he is sitting...bathed in white light. The kind of white light you see overhead in shit DMV's or in a school or a hospital or almost anywhere. After spending a total of about 30 odd minutes in this light, one can feel quite uneasy, somewhat blinded; he was feeling those very symptoms at the very moment of happening. He knows that at the end of this very long day of useless teachings being drastically thrown on him against, honestly, his own will that he and his eyes will be, honestly, strung out from the light. After 8 or so hours in this the eyes have strained for hours upon more hours in it so that coming outside of the institution, the eyes truly feel heavy after all the work they've been doing in a day of snow blindness. He struggles his ass home to nothingness. In his mind Nothingness is what it all really is to him; thats what he possess...Nothing. He finds it easy to mozie around the house but the hardest thing to try and find something to do, because all he wants to do is mozie. He lives with his father aged about 64 years. His mother? He can't remember. Was she worth the remembrance? Not to He...
Somehow his head has become unhinged. Maybe it happened when he was a child. Maybe when he was a teenager. He couldn't quite figure it out. He was a male with a body aged about 18 years. At the moment, in some present day and time, he is sitting...bathed in white light. The kind of white light you see overhead in shit DMV's or in a school or a hospital or almost anywhere. After spending a total of about 30 odd minutes in this light, one can feel quite uneasy, somewhat blinded; he was feeling those very symptoms at the very moment of happening. He knows that at the end of this very long day of useless teachings being drastically thrown on him against, honestly, his own will that he and his eyes will be, honestly, strung out from the light. After 8 or so hours in this the eyes have strained for hours upon more hours in it so that coming outside of the institution, the eyes truly feel heavy after all the work they've been doing in a day of snow blindness. He struggles his ass home to nothingness. In his mind Nothingness is what it all really is to him; thats what he possess...Nothing. He finds it easy to mozie around the house but the hardest thing to try and find something to do, because all he wants to do is mozie. He lives with his father aged about 64 years. His mother? He can't remember. Was she worth the remembrance? Not to He...
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