These are the words I live by. They say three basic things. We are all equal, we are all free, and no one can tell us how to live or what to think. Three simple truths that THEY dont belive in and dont want you to belive in. Number 3, Dont Ever let yourself be controlled. That is the most important rule. If you sacrifice your free will and allow others to control you, you might as well be dead cause sooner or later anything that was you will fade. Welcome to The Rant.
I'm the son of rage and love
the Jesus of Suburbia
The bible of none of the above
on a steady diet of
Soda pop and ritilan
no one ever died for my sins
in hell as far as I can tell
At least the ones I got away with
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In the land of make believe
that don't believe in me
Get my television fixed
sittin on my crucifix
The living room or my private womb
While the moms and brads are away
To fall in love or fall in debt
to alcohal and cigarettes
and Mary Jane
to keep me insane doing someone elses cocaine
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
God I love this song! It's currently my favorite but will probably die quickly. The video is really good but is kind of depressing. It's kind of like realizing how stupid the whole teen lifestyle is. Which is a shame considering how seductive it is at this time. The whole rebel without a cause living in hell is seductive for some reason. Cant really explain it. Anyways, goodnight.
Well hello again my friends. I know it’s been a while since I posted anything of value here, and I really am sorry about that. There was nothing that got me stirred up enough to write so I just kind of stopped. Anyway, I got something but please be gentle I’m a bit rusty at this.
Some of you may know that I recently moved to another town, which also means a new school. I expected things to be different, and some things to be the same. What I didn’t expect was the sluttiness to be greater than what was at my old school. I’m not even kidding. I have seen so many boobs in the past three days that I don’t even want to see anymore. Honestly, there was this girl wearing a halter top that just barely went over her chest and no one said anything. She was sitting right across from the teacher, and the teacher said nothing. Everywhere you look boobs are popping out of shirts, asses are hanging all over the place, and to be honest it’s really annoying.
Now don’t be thinking the point of this is just to bash the girls at my schools or girls in general. The point I’m trying to get at is how our culture seems to say to girls, “You are female. You must be sexy with big boobs, a tight ass, blond hair, and gold tanned skin.” At the risk of sounding sexist, I will say that there are some things that are meant for women and some thing for men. It’s the way society has worked and probably will work till the end of time. Even back when Adam and Lilith were together, Adam had the audacity to say he was above Lilith even though they were created equal. It’s the same today. Women still seem to be treated and portrayed like instruments of pleasure. And what does it say to young girls when they see all this crap. You might as well just say flat out you’re not pretty enough.
That’s pretty much all I got to say on this. I’m not a girl so I can’t get as outraged about this but I hope I did a good enough job. I’ll try to put some more new stuff up as it appears. Probably do something about the election or some other political crap. Till next time.
You assume my strenth
Is yours whenever you want.
I am not God.
I am not a hero
I can not heal your scars
And Forget my own.
I stumble.
I fall down.
I have pick myself up
Alone.
On hands and knees
Bleeding from all pores.
How can I elp you
When I can't even stand?
Carved from stone
I must be
Cant let the world
See me shed a single tear.
I must be strong
When others fall.
But its hard to go on so long.
I've seen your pain.
I've tried to help it fade.
But when I need to clean my wounds
You deem me uncaring.
When I saved your soul
From certain death.
I've helped you when you needed my help. When you asked I was there. i asked you not once but three times if you needed to talk still and you said no. i have problems just as you do, everyone does. Is it so horrible that I neded time to fix myself. I live for others more then myself. I sacrifice my own happiness so much to try and make people happy. It sucks when it dosnt work. So it is it really so bad that i took time to help myself instead of you just for one day does that really mean i dont care?
