tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41450265538956893752024-02-08T11:59:07.881-05:00In a cageMost crap on this site is teenage angst. Starting a long time ago, most crap sucks. My more recent stuff is the more recent me. Whether you like it or not, whatever.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626619240174579972noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145026553895689375.post-71744424265440895512013-01-11T16:52:00.001-05:002013-01-11T16:52:06.420-05:00DoneI'm done, finally out of serious depression, have somewhat control of my life and make my own decisions.
I came by to say what I believe the world should look like.
- no countries, world wide unity.
- no currency, work with trade, if you want something make it, or trade something for it.
- no guns, who do we need to protect ourselves from if everyone is united?
- no police, why would we need one? no money, no guns, what do we need protection from? a knife? 10 citizens vs. 1 attacker wins.
- no entertainment, tv, celebrities, high budget movies that involve people that the whole world knows. (no one should be well known, unless you've already met them)
- no news, no need for it. there wont be any wars, nothing foreign to talk about, want local news? talk to local people.
- legal drugs, there wont be currency so wars will not happen. if people choose to steal drugs instead of produce them themselves, then a search party will be dispatched. Fuck COPS! Common fucking people, standing together!!@@!! If junkies want their junk they got to find all their shit, or grow it. trade for it, whatever.
- no homeless, if we have enough trees and other resources to make millions and millions of pieces of paper, cardboard boxes whatever, we have enough to have everyone under a roof with running water and heating.
- electricity and water will NOT be a job, but a volunteering task. Those who dedicate their lives to others receive compensation by general public.
- No leaders! Work as community, not as legion! We need not someone to lead our heard and tell us to do shit for them. Do things for yourself and the people you love.
- Whatever work that will be done will be done in group, non paid, and non profit. But ALSO be self run. If you want to make clothing and get goods through that. Then by all means, find vacant space within the your home create the goods, and then trade them on the street.
- no labourers, no workers, no employees, people do things under free will, you are the boss of no one and no one is the boss of you.
- nothing is necessary unless its something for the bare minimal of living conditions (housing, food, water)
- food will be produced by you or farmers who also volunteer to support themselves and the general public.
- no rent
- only "leader" is the mayor of the town, or city, and the only thing he really does is address issues in which everyone can work together to fix.
- free education (teachers are volunteers)
general rule: if you want to do something, a profession you think you would enjoy, not for the money but for the content. Then do it, you are it, that's your trade.
This is not de-evolution, this IS evolution! Our society forces people to be silent, and talk to no one, work only with the ones who'd had the same job as well. No communication, no real team effort, due to people don't really give a fuck about their jobs, or their co-workers. Its all about the dough, how big of a house you got, nice car, big dick, banging broad. (or vice versa) This is bringing humans back to the state of humanity, the state of living beings and not machines.
I call it, Careatarian because the only thing this system makes you do, is care. For the people in your neighbourhood, for the grocers, the tailors, the chefs, everyone!
You need everyone to live, because without them there is nothing else.
Fuck this society, fuck these rulers, fuck me, and fuck you.
Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626619240174579972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145026553895689375.post-39203243032041297082012-11-10T22:55:00.000-05:002012-11-10T22:55:04.496-05:00Here I amHere I am sitting in my room, waiting...for what? I don't even know, but I am. Waiting for a new day, waiting for a new moment, even though I already know tomorrow will be just the same as today. Let's not be nihilistic! I might meet new faces, or bump into some of the old, but hey. Down to the backbone of tomorrow, I'm going to work, from 10 to 4 like every other sunday. I'm going to sweep, mop, prepare peppers and cheese, bake bread, and clean + restock a bar. This a routine I've been undergoing for a while. It's not bad, I'm not complaining about my job. Personally I don't find it that challenging and as boring as that is, I don't mind it. I'm just pointing out the facts that tomorrow, will be like every other sunday I've spent at this restaurant.
I find that it's like that with everything; school, home, even going places with public transport. Even though there is something new happening every time it still feels just as bland as it ever did.
It makes me wonder though..."Why?"
Why must our lives all rotate around the same lifestyle. Unless you're clinically insane or homeless. When you have a generally "normal" life you do the same stuff. Even going out with the people you like seems to get generic after a while.
Why couldn't life be a new adventure every day? This question scares me, and my mind seems to already find it ridiculous. I don't know why, but it does, and I'm sure yours does too.
Think to yourself; Tomorrow, you wont go into work, without telling your boss. But you will drive to a place you used to go to a child, and you'll do what you did there are a child. Whether it's play soccer, or fly a kite. Forget about the adult world and just live like you used to, happy go lucky, and not a care in the world. If you have the guts, do it, leave or send me a message telling me how it went.
As for me...I have a cardboard cut out future to maintain and create, and fear seems to always have me on edge.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626619240174579972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145026553895689375.post-55412907144522364862012-10-23T19:02:00.003-04:002012-10-23T19:02:36.292-04:00Blood of the RapistOh if I could, if I could
I'd paint these walls crimson red
It's been to long, I've grown too tired.
I'm fed up, and have been for a while, anyone reading what I've written would know this, but this fatigue in my head really does make me wish they were dead. I have no family, I have only friends to consider that. There is no one but me in this universe, a lone walker, drifting to insanity, waiting for the day when he grows the balls to actually leave or pull the trigger.
If I could, if I could
I'd paint these walls with a fresh coat
Have you ever gotten to the point where you wanted to beat the living life out of someone? Literally lose your mind on someone and beat them until your fists are full of blood from their mangled face? I wish I could, I've been pushed to that point on so many levels and I don't even know any more. I've suppressed my emotion of anger for so long by just hiding from everyone, basically deleting them from my life and pretending they exist. The fast hi's and bye's but no real conversation...even if one would happen to happen, I'm sure no words would be understood and it would lead to an opinion based war of who's right and who's wrong.
I've grown into my own monster
I've grown into my own beast
A walking Frankenstein Wolfman ready to be put to sleep.
I've become hateful and bitter,
I've become selfish and rotten,
I've become solitary and restless.
All I want is to have these people gone,
All I want is to disappear myself.
Oh if I could, if I could
I'd paint these fucking walls with the blood of the rapist.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626619240174579972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145026553895689375.post-54409301490415527882012-10-15T00:23:00.003-04:002012-10-15T00:23:28.449-04:00TimeOh what it would be, to be still fifteen.
All those memories seemed to haunt me, regret followed them around as I realised how ridiculous all the things I had done and said were. Not even a year later I see anything I had done as a bad thing. No matter how embarrassing or immature anything I had done was.
I remember this time back in grade 7, I didn't have many friends during the school year, but when I went to summer school I found some buddies that introduced me to music. We used to jam in front of the school or on the second level of a parking garage that wasn't used at the mall, going there almost everyday together. Hell, the ridiculous adventures I had gone through with these guys had to have been the most exciting and adventurous time of my life. Now, fast forward not even five years, and see that out of all the people I've met in my young adolescence, these guys and I still jam but in bands and in studios.
I know it doesn't seem long five years, but it feels like my whole life, and life itself had altered. Perspectives changing, ideas flowing, so much change in no time at all. My feels completely different as if I went from being a child to an adult. As I read what my past self had written, I see dark places yet...standard places. There's always some kid in your grade growing up who's "darker" than most. And in this assimilation becomes a philosophy!
A theory that I've created, that every single human being is the same. A duplicate of one another. People say reincarnation but what do they REALLY mean by that? Now dont start thinking that this is going to become one of those entertaining theory mystery shows, but just a philosophical clockwork that my mind had created. Every human lives through experiences, generally the same. Even though choices are made throughout a humans life such as...ah never mind.
My mind rambles and my body yearns for rest.
Forget my ghostly thoughts.
Mike-
Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626619240174579972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145026553895689375.post-73812272869016614212012-09-23T02:10:00.001-04:002012-09-23T02:10:46.276-04:00The State of WhyPeople ask why I smoke,
People ask why I do drugs,
People ask why I drink,
Why do I obsess myself with these forms of entertainment that prohibit me from being "myself".
Well, let me answer this mind boggling question as honestly as I can.
I seem to have this concept of man in my head. How man is not truly man at the state that is. Man is bewildered by what it's created. It's created itself, as it is today.
What's on TV, what's on the airwaves, what's in our schools, what our politicians are saying. It all dawned on our old cave wondering relative, it all became his cause. The science we've put into it, the progression we have made...for what?
People have become selfish, greedy, hateful things. No longer is every man entitled to life, but every man is entitled to a chance at creating his life. Life is the basic action, of living. What does it take to be living? Shelter, nutrition, and socialization. Yet what have we become? Slaving, to acquire manufactured currency, to buy bullshit products made cheap and sold expensive. Why? What for?
Everyone seems to have a new itch to be scratched all the time, hardly anybody can just see the good and enjoy. Now, you may be thinking that's highly hypocritical of me to say that, due to I complain, and dislike so many things. But that doesn't mean I don't see the beauty in life, I just don't know how you're supposed to obtain it.
"But it means something different to everyone else."
The only reason it does is because we've been told it has. There's no physical proof of "the good in life" you have to find it yourself. Yet recently the only thing people have been able to find is; parties, celebrities who know they're better than everyone else, and being the best guy at the party. And that last point brings me to my next one.
The reason why everyone is the way they are. The reason why everyone is so materialistic, and self obsessed. Is because that's their true happiness. To be surrounded with material goods that others have yet to posses. For example:
Jim pre ordered the Iphone 5, his friend Mat wishes he did, he only has an Iphone 4S.
Now, let's analyse this. The reason Jim may be buying this new product could be for it's technological advances and modernisation, the subconscious reason is because; the NEW Iphone is what everyone wants, not everyone has it yet, Jim wants to be one of the first so that everyone runs to him asking to see it/use it. Mat on the other hand wants to upgrade his phone so that he too can attract a community to take liking to him due to this product.
Products control humans in the sense that without what's "in", you're definitely not and people will take a disliking to you. Or you wont fit in as well. Which will make you feel unhappy.
I don't see the point in having the newest model, or wearing people or company names across my body. I have no one to impress, I have no judges. People can't have their opinion on me and the way I am, which is fine. But I show no interest in it.
Food, one of the most important and best tasting things in our lives. Has become more of a "gasoline for humans" rather than a tasty refreshment. We ate food not only because we need it to live, but to savour the flavours and textures. Lately, people, and even I myself have been consuming food to keep themselves going. Just to give them that extra push they need for them to complete the rest of their day. No one takes the time to just look at the sun, or the trees, people listen to their music on the go just so that the city sounds don't bring them more down than they already are.
I smoke because I can't be high all the time.
Because no matter what I believe, no matter how shitty I think our ways have become, I still have to make due. The smart way, so that I, and the people I LOVE can make the best of it.
I do drugs, so I can escape this painted picture of happiness. So I can take off the smiley face that's been taped to my mouth. So that I can actually FEEL for once.
I drink, to forget. To forget about boundaries and laws. To forget about stupidity, by becoming the stupid. It's my one way ticket to being retarded, just so even I, the one that rejects our way of life, can fit in. So I too, can get the inside joke everyone is laughing about, and all I'm getting is the quiet snickering.
I am no different from you, or anyone else.
I am human. I enjoy, I hate, I cry, I lose my temper, I take dumps and piss as I please.
Except I see what everyone has so much trouble seeing. And that's one the hardest things to ever live with...Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626619240174579972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145026553895689375.post-71884653800574713762012-08-13T03:05:00.000-04:002012-08-13T03:05:35.250-04:00It would be nice.I miss being angry all the time
I hate giving a shit about people or things
I wish I could not give a fuck still,
Just throw all my shit around, piss in the corner, and light some crack whore on fire
I miss it.
I miss being free.
I miss being pissed, and writing music because I'm pissed.
Now I just accept everything the way it is. And go forth with this pathetic ant life.
I wish I could watch the world end.
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Things aren't the same any more. Things have changed. I've gotten a job, a big step I guess..It's not that hard of a task, a lot of manual labour, but it's better than being stuck behind a desk, gazing into a screen. Making money feels good, anyone could agree with me on that. Seeing those digits go from two, to three, to four. It's a beautiful sight.
Although...
I can't seem to think things through. Its been a while since I've last visited here. Sometimes in June I think it was, although I left a message about how I don't feel human any more. Just a machine going, doing his daily routine, and then closing it's eyes and recharging. I still feel that, feels like shit, but I guess this is how it's supposed to be...right? I haven't seem to see it any other way, no one really talks about how they personally feel. Everyone I work with or know, even if I can consider them a friends, has vaguely or not told me about how they feel as a human being. I feel like a computer processing thoughts, and a meat machine, keeping it'self alive through survival, which now a days, is going to work, making money, and feeding yourself. (Even though people abuse that)
As much as it feels good not to be so pissed off at everything all the time I somewhat miss it. I used to be pissed at everything and everyone, didn't need anyone's help or guidance, I was on my own. Whenever I felt down I smoked grass and felt better. Even if it made me feel numb to the world around me, it felt good to feel numb. I feel too much now. I worry, I get upset or angry at things that people do. I used to not care, about anything! What happened?
I can't lie when I say I really do want to see the world end. I want to see what people do. Will they come together? Or fall farther apart? Even though I'd like to see it, that's something I can say I don't care about.
That's another thing! Everyone doesn't care about the same shit. It's as if we're forced to not give a fuck about certain things and then get super crazy touched and emotional (or offended) by others. That's where my little rebel still lives. In my music. I still write about getting fucked up, drugged, drunk, raped, whatever. Even though I don't get as fucked up as I used to, and I think rape is terrible. Why do I do it then? Have I sold out? Do I just do it to get attention and have my music sell? NO. Get attention maybe, but I want people to know that it's okay to talk about certain things even if it's not something agreeable, let people know that it's out there, it's real. Not some awareness shit but.....ahh..whatever. Look at me rambling.
I guess this is my nervous tick, get anxious or whatever and come here to write. It's what I've always done, probably all I will do until my body decides to shut down on me.
I'm overtired, overworked, malnourished, and am not ready for the slightest change for the worse in my life.
I can't take shit any more.
I've become one of them,
I've become the machine. Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626619240174579972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145026553895689375.post-29927466659182358392012-06-25T02:35:00.000-04:002012-06-25T02:36:39.863-04:00Going blind.I seem to be going blind. Well not actually. I'm writing this whole thing a little too far from the screen and I'm not wearing my glasses or contacts. This blog post has no topic, no specifics, just me writing, for the sake of writing.
So, I've come to feel that I dont feel. A depersonalized figure that waltzs around until some sort of end comes too him. Let me tell you, it's pretty shitty. I dont even know whats going on right now. All I know is that I want to be where I am, because of a sense of comfort and a sense of knowing that the person I am with is still the person I wish to remain with. The one line that stuck out to me was: "It's completely irrelevant once written." And it's so true. Once something is written it is comepletely useless. The thought in your mind is dead, a dead dream that once was. Nothing is relevant. I miss you, and I dont know whay I just wrote that...fuck...I wasn't even looking at the screen when that came out and it was folloed by a "woah" Ps: I cheated I read the screen abit, typos really do piss me off on easy words.
I feel as if I cant get to you anymnore. because of the fact that Icant get to myself. My mind works like a charm it writes, it reads, it intakes input, but gives no emotion. Could it be that I have become the machine I was always against? I have finally become the robot I was sworn never to become. I can't sleep well, I dont sleep. I just lie, with my eyes close and recharge llike a fuckjing cellphone.
I can't really understand the difference between life and death. death is eternal rest. and life is just blind minded walking. and It's true, I'm in the juice. I don't know, I don't know. aybe it's cause I'm over tired and havent slept properly in months, maybe it's cause I'm sad, and all of this shit is just getting to me. Or maybe it's because my mind has taken over, and my emotions have all died.
I'm scared...really scared. That's the only thing I feel, it's fear.
I need help, but the only one who can...is myself.
-MikeMikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626619240174579972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145026553895689375.post-83943825935969744982012-06-14T01:31:00.000-04:002012-06-14T01:31:41.582-04:00The Big FinaleIt seems as if I grow closer to my big finale, my great end. Coward like, I am very aware, although it seems nice. To finally be able to rest, and just sleep, eternally. Lately I've been getting worse again, lost in thoughts, unable to live properly. I can't do it. I can't take it any more. It wouldn't be so bad if the pain I have only affected me, but the people I love. These innocent people on the sidelines of my life are getting affected, and it hurts so much. I don't want to hurt anyone. I don't want anyone to be hurt because of me. My pain happens to be here because of others, and now I'm doing the same as they did to me. Please, I just want out. I just want this all to end. I'm tired of drugs, they mask this pain. I'm tired of anger that redirects it all. I need justice, to be brought to justice. I need release and freedom, I just want to be happy, and want you to be happy. You mean everything to me, and all I see myself doing is fucking everything up...Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626619240174579972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145026553895689375.post-49158165798450910982012-03-27T12:22:00.000-04:002012-03-27T12:22:59.755-04:00Stupid people are stupid.Stupid people are stupid. Nuff said .Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626619240174579972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145026553895689375.post-33123388218978997802012-03-15T20:27:00.000-04:002012-03-15T20:27:51.344-04:00ThoughtsI'm so tired. I've been walking for days, the sores and blisters on my feet are beginning to bleed and I can feel their pain. I'm trapped, in a vicious circle of torment, where my mind focuses only on the negative shit that passes through my peripheral. It's so exhausting, to just hate and shun everything, while you see people enjoying everything coming their way. What are they doing, that I'm not? What can't I get? I want to know their secret. <br />
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Thoughts of breaking the chain run through my head. I want to break loose, get out of this everyday routine. I want to be able to do something and say "I truly enjoyed doing that". Something, do something, alone. When it involves someone, yes it's amazing but then once you can't see that person, or that person disappears you have nothing left to hold on to.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626619240174579972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145026553895689375.post-58155760960208462902012-03-06T02:20:00.000-05:002012-03-06T02:20:33.112-05:00This WorldOur planet, it came with so many questions. How did it get here? Where did it come from? But most importantly, what is everything? There is a simple answer to this question, and the is that; nothing is everything, and everything is nothing. <br />
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Everything we know is unexplainable, apart from how we go living our day to day lives. Although, outside of this materialistic first world blind fold, how is human life valued? For example: in our society, when you're a child you go to school, then once you finish all education you go to work (hopefully a career you enjoy since you're going to be doing it for a while), in the midst of you working you have expenses to pay off, a family to feed maybe. You basically live life the way you want until you're too old to work, thus allowing you to retire. That's our system, our "game", the game that you can never win, and never lose, all that you can do is hope that you get a good hand while you're at the table. <br />
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Now lets think about 3rd world countries. They have to go through famine, wars, and poverty. Is this the REAL world? Is this what humanity would look like if someone who wasn't responsible enough would step up to par and say; "Hey, I think I can handle taking care of a bunch of people like a daycare." I'm not really sure, but the answer seems plausible. <br />
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Now lets skip away from "the system" and move on to humans. Human beings, the smartest species ever to be found...by ourselves. We eventually figured we were the only things on this planet that could think straight. Let's think of our world as humans. We're all humans, everyone that looks like us, or works like us are technically humans. Just because of a certain ethnicity, it has no impact on whether or not someone is human. Race, it's a word I hate. Why? Because we're not a different race from one another. If one being can learn, read, write, work, love, hate, cry, just like the other, in what way does that make them a different race? A dog is a different race, they can't speak. They chase their tails and lick their balls. We don't have tails, but hey if we could lick our balls, we probably would. <br />
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My point is, people kill each other over "race" and over materialistic things. Why? How could someone take another life because of things, simple things. Reason, my friends, reason. There is no reason. We are here, out of no where, we have no purpose. Just to remain occupied until we die. Or else we all kill ourselves. <br />
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(ran out of meat for the text, but i just dont care it's fucking 2:20 in the morning)Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626619240174579972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145026553895689375.post-71695341970546626542012-02-03T00:41:00.001-05:002012-02-03T00:41:55.339-05:00BaaaaahAt this momment I don’t even know anymore. I used to think things, but once viewed in a different dirrection I see things differently. The governent takes all, why fight? Why not indulge on lifes oddities whether them being good for you or not? I do not support anything, nothing but freedom. The freedom to think freely. That’s the only thing us humans have left. Think freely. Everything else is supressed or chained down now. All just sheep closed off in a fence. There are no black sheep or white sheep, only different level intensities of being a sheep. Everyone is a sheep, like it or not. Have you ever watched tv? Have you ever bought something that a billboard told you about? Probably so. Thus making you a sheep. Ever see something on the news (not local) and believed it. Something politcal and followed it? SHEEP. I am a sheep, you are a sheep, WE are sheeple. And we will keep on walking to different plains to feast on the grass that is grown for us. The plain may seem giant but there is a fence. It’s barbed and electric and scary looking. That’s why we choose never to go near it or even think that it doesn’t exist. The game is rigged, but the dice is rolled. Now sit down, shut up, and do what you’re told.<br />
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BAAHMikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626619240174579972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145026553895689375.post-84958801954700757642012-01-22T23:07:00.000-05:002012-01-22T23:07:52.972-05:00Real ThoughtsPoliticians look like actors, while waiting, posing, and getting make-upped for the cameras. These are not real people, these are aliens enforcing ideas through mere pawns. They make our life. They decide out fate. Everything around us is planned, every outcome staged. The people responsible are not people. They are soulless, careless, manikins killing the innocent. Like a play on a stage. "Terrorists" are victims, targets of blame. A chosen leader to care of the ant farm. Our minds used to be able to make things levitate, so they say. Does that make us now any dumber? Did it ever even happen? We are ruled by people who are ruled themselves. Not by men, but by faceless demons. Celebrities think they're in the game too. But all they're doing is attracting everyone's attention, they're puppets to the real puppeteers of this small, small, toy box world we live in; "What do you want? Paper or plastic? Large or small? Fries or Onion rings?" We're all just mice in a maze, cool cats in a daze, and ruled by ghosts.<br />
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-I wrote this last night as I was watching the film "Fahrenheit 9/11" directed by Michael Moore. I was high at the time, so my mind could truly think freely for a second. Not that I need to be high to think freely, but makes things, revelations hit you harder. You understand even more clear. Anyway, like it or not, there it is.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626619240174579972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145026553895689375.post-91034979548280871232012-01-12T00:12:00.000-05:002012-01-12T00:12:43.631-05:00Something in the way...I'm sitting here listening to Nirvana's "Something in the way", it's been in my head all day and all I can do is think about it. I tried to sleep earlier between 10:30 and 11:30, then I had no choice but to get up and write. My mind was flowing at rates I can't even describe. I was on the phone with my girlfriend earlier and we spoke about my thoughts. I told her it's as if I'm looking up at starts on a glowing golden hammock/spider web like thing. Then I slowly start sinking deeper, and deeper down until the ropes give in and I'm falling/floating down this tunnel of clouded energy and thoughts, watching moments of my life flash before my eyes, then even things I want/am getting accomplished in the near future. This is all probably normal, thinking is thinking. Everyone does it, just to different extents maybe? I know that I over think things sometimes, even most of the times, but I got over, over thinking to the point of despair. Now I just indulge in this mind fucking, hallucinogenic meditation. Thing is, sometimes I think to the pint where my head starts to hurt. This happens pretty often, and this could be over the most minor thought. I was thinking about my parents, and life at home. How it reminded me of a boarding home, where I just rent a room, eat the food, and use the utilities. No one really talks to each other, but it's fine! I'm completely 100% okay with it. You get used to it over a certain number of years. I wish it could be different, but whatever, things are what they are, make the best of them. To be honest, living like this has motivated me even more to want to achieve enough cash and hope to get my own place. I know it's a little early to be talking about it, but hell it's something to look forward too, the responsibility seems like something I'd like to keep me busy. <br />
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If you're looking for the whole point to this post, I can't give you an answer. Hell in my last post I explained how I'm not the same any more. Something inside my noggin snapped, broke, died. I don't know, but it's not the same as it once was...in a good way. I see things more clearly now, in a sense of opinions, morals, and everything else that we seemed to have created in our little meaningless lives. Maybe the whole point to me writing is just writing! So much boggling my mind I can't even put it into words. So I just pop the bulging sack of thoughts and let them spill out like paint on a canvas. I don't have to try and paint the picture, but let whatever's going on paint it for me. Maybe you'll be able to see it, maybe you wont, who cares. <br />
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I've been writing for a solid half an hour, still thoughts flying, still fingers typing. I feel as if the pressure on my head has went down more than when I started typing. It guess this is just a way out, a way of letting my thoughts breathe, instead of being trapped in a confined place. Which is pretty ironic, because the mind is endless, yet it feels like there's no more space in there sometimes. <br />
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I've been thinking pretty deeply since last period of school today, I was talking to one of my acquaintances(and I call them that, because I can't truly consider them a friend, only someone I know.) about how people make the biggest deal out of their lives, when there's no big point in doing that. Everything is important to the point if something goes wrong, they carry it with them, expecting to go back in time and fix things. Life's too short to dwell, just got to keep moving like it never happened...as hard as it is sometimes...and yes that's coming from personal experience. I am a hypocrite, but I can't do much about that, but try and fix the issue within myself by myself. Whatever, so I was explaining how nothing really matters, we're really small compared to what we think we are, et. She looked really puzzled and perplexed, but I saw that she started thinking, to the point where it bugged her. I then thought to myself; "Did I just make someone more aware? Or give them this curse?". A question, just like every other one I ask myself. <br />
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Thinking is a blessing, for you can understand things on your own. Though it is a curse, because it just wont leave you alone. <br />
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Always that something in the way.....Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626619240174579972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145026553895689375.post-88536548989833328072011-12-16T00:05:00.000-05:002011-12-16T00:05:23.175-05:00A state of mind, to keep you blind.I've gone through a lot since the last time I've written something on this blog. I don't know how long ago my last post was, and to be honest, I don't really care. All I know if from the point in time we can call "then" to the point "now", everything is different.<br />
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I've thought, and thought, for countless hours trying to figure everything out, everything including myself. Yet I came to one conclusion. Why? Why did I have to analyse everything? I love analysing things, because it makes it so much easier to understand them. But when it comes to life, and why we do things, there is no answer. There is no physical point where you can stop and say; "Well shit, it all makes sense now." Because nothing makes sense, and you can either freak out about it, drive yourself crazy, and probably end up killing yourself, or do what I did. I embraced the fact that nothing mattered, that all is a game, a joke, a fluke! Instead of dwelling on trying to figure out where we came from, we have the opportunity to try and figure out where we're going. <br />
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As you can most probably tell I'm in some sort of philosophical trance. Mind you, I've been in this state for a while. As I was figuring "The Meaning" out, I went through somewhat of a depression. I was confused, suffered anxiety attacks often, couldn't focus because of all the thoughts and ideas flying through my head, hell, I even starved myself for a week because I just wasn't hungry. But I came out different, as if it was some sort of transformation, a metamorphosis. I keep thinking of life, why we do the things we do. But with a more positive outlook. Think of it this way; laws, the system. All this shit I once said I hate, I do not hate them. I question them. Not questioning against, neither for, but why they are there. They are there to keep that invisible fence around the population. To keep things moving. But there is no real meaning to them. Killing someone would be considered immoral, and as consequence you'd be locked away, but maybe this killer was actually the one guy that got it, and he viewed everything almost as I did. No meaning, no matter. By killing someone he did what he enjoyed, his own personal pleasure. Do you follow personal pleasure? If you had the urge to kick in a window, would you do it? Probably not, because you're moral. Trained to be a good doggy. By the guys that are just keeping everything moving, so no one stops to think for a second. There's nothing wrong with that.<br />
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Why? Why do people run to religion? They do it because of inner peace. See, how I see everything without meaning may not appeal to everyone else just the same. Some people will get confused and even depressed, unable to figure out up from down. Going to God, helps. It stops the questioning. "Why were we put here? God put us here." The most unanswerable question in the existence of the universe has been solved. Same goes for science! Some people may think that if one is Atheist he had turned to science and logic. What does logic have to do with science though? Nothing! The big band was also something just put in place to stop scientist from losing their minds over the question; "Where did we come from?". Think of it! We are a living species or some sort, living on a rock, flying through space. Now there are other kinds of living things on this rock, but can we explain them? No! We can't even explain what water or soil really is! We just know it's there, and we need it to live, and that's that! What is the universe? Nothing! How would we be able to answer a question we know nothing about! Everything about life is just a question we know nothing about. And that's why we just live in these materialistic worlds of out own. Getting high end jobs, to buy big houses and nice things. All the keep us occupied, occupied away from a question. The only important, unimportant, irrelevant question. "Why are we here?" <br />
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Why bother being so depressed over a punchline like life? We have roughly 90 years to live. Yet we're working to live, instead of just being able to be free. Why? Because most people will kill people and steal, because once again, materialistic. I don't know how I'm coming across to you right now. Do I seem sane, probably not, but that's fine with me. A-O-K! Because sanity is just another word for misunderstanding. If you're "sane" and act "normal" I must seem crazy. Thinking of all these unimportant irrelevant things. But are you not thinking of unimportant irrelevant things too, if your purpose revolves around this created world? Maybe you're the crazy brainwashed one, and I'm the one who's thinking straight. Think of our society like a zoo. We have toys and gadgets all for out entertainment, to keep us busy while our minutes towards death are just ticking away.<br />
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Live. That is all!Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626619240174579972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145026553895689375.post-91463883107356963292011-07-04T15:05:00.000-04:002011-07-04T15:05:17.058-04:00I'm just a nobody.Yea, it's true. I'm no one. I don't have a place here, no purpose. I try to figure shit out but it doesn't seem to work out in the end. I can't party, I can't stand anything mainstream, hipsters are too hip, metal, punk, rock it's all dead. I'm holding on to nothing. <br />
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People believe that I'm a "punk rocker" but how can this be? Yes, I listen to punk rock music and and enjoy it, but I also listen to rock n' roll and heavy metal. So what doesn't make me some shit classed with those genres? Yes, I don't give a fuck about most things, it's usually cause most things don't matter...to me anyways. Why should I go raise my blood pressure over something that has nothing to do with me. Unless it's involving a good friend, someone in need or a world wide issue that I find important. <br />
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I have posters and wear out of the ordinary clothes but does that class me as a "punk"? <br />
What I think happened, is that everyone saw me as such a punk that I just picked up becoming one. I decided that, that's what my style would be. Which isn't generally a bad thing, because everyone has a style of their own. But that's where I fucked up, that's where the mistake was made. The clothes and the whole "I'm a punk" thing. Dressing "strangely" and going to concerts doesn't make you punk. Fighting the system, don't give a shit, living your life the way you want to and no caring what anyone says or thinks about you. That's what being a punk WAS all about. But punk's dead. <br />
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Hey, I'm 16 give me a break! Now that I realize that this whole time I was just a big "poser". I'm sorry about if anyone out there really has a problem with it. It's all about going through experiences. <br />
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I'm going to dress the way I want to, without being told otherwise,<br />
I'm going to say what I feel like saying whenever I feel like,<br />
I'm going to make my own decisions without being influenced by anyone else,<br />
I'm going to live my life the way I want to, and not have to be owned by the media and propaganda.<br />
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I'm not a Punk, I'm a rebel. A rebel against a system, not someone joining a dead organisation. <br />
I'm still going to make a leather jacket full of spikes, but that doesn't make me a punk,<br />
I'm still going to wear band t-shirts, that doesn't make me a punk<br />
I'm still going to fight my school, my parents, and the government for what's right, and that doesn't make me a punk. Fuck punk.<br />
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I'm ME, Mike. I'm just a nobody. So mind your own business and keep your labeling you yourself you fuck.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626619240174579972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145026553895689375.post-38616227002947043942011-06-13T00:35:00.000-04:002011-06-13T00:35:33.147-04:00The Broken TidesI sit here on my chair<br />
Thinking, if my mind could bare<br />
The situations that all come my way. <br />
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All of life, torment and pain<br />
I wait for better, yet nothing has changed<br />
I'm stuck on this road<br />
Downhill, all it's ever known. <br />
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As the heavens burn<br />
And hell freezes over<br />
You shall witness for the first time <br />
My life<br />
The Broken Tides<br />
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I was a child, about three<br />
You took away my sanity<br />
Violent and vulgar surroundings<br />
The speed I picked up, astounding <br />
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What have you done<br />
What have you done<br />
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Soiled, destroyed!<br />
I had no choice but to become a man<br />
A man no one can understand.<br />
Although I still live a life<br />
My life<br />
The Broken Tides<br />
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I grew older as things changed <br />
And my life was rearranged<br />
I remained the only one, considered sane.<br />
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A heavy pain on my mind<br />
I don't know yet, of what I'll find<br />
In a memoir of destruction and theft.<br />
Stolen and chocked <br />
My childhood barely spoke<br />
And now the only way to kill the pain, is to take a toke.<br />
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Yet this pain, I cannot bare<br />
And I dream that this life, just isn't fair<br />
How am I stuck living this life<br />
My life<br />
The Broken Tides<br />
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No inner peace<br />
My mind will never cease<br />
To find the place where it can truly rest.<br />
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Always moving all the time<br />
There's a fault, it's only mine<br />
My world seems to crumble, to pieces. <br />
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Now I sit here in the shade<br />
As this story becomes a shame<br />
My mind is lost at sea, because of life<br />
My life<br />
The Broken Tides.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626619240174579972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145026553895689375.post-38864972681673608682011-05-10T00:19:00.001-04:002011-05-10T00:19:45.378-04:00They are not our future.Distractions surround us. Blinding us from the truth. What's real and what's fake, it's hard to tell lately. Everything is a lie. Whatever you heard, it's probably wrong. So let's just keep living life the "normal" way. Wouldn't want to fuck up a system made to help us live. Give us guidelines to our own lives. No, no, no! It's not up to us to figure what's right from wrong. We must be taught in a brainwashing manor. Have standards set and goals put in place so that we can focus on that and not on the real problems needing to be fixed. We are no longer human, we are robots. Set, programed and controlled. Diversity is dead. Thinking is dead. We are all dead. Supreme leaders, religion, money, greed. Look what it's done. Look at what we have created. A monster of destruction. Merciless killing for money or in the name of a God. Does that make it right? Discrimination and racism because that's how the ones before us were. It's time to change. Open your minds, and free the words and thoughts inside. Because it is not them who get to make up the future. It is us.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626619240174579972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145026553895689375.post-59066110480566689522011-01-26T21:54:00.002-05:002011-01-26T22:51:31.234-05:00What is punk?It seems as if I get this question asked to me far too many times. What is and isn't punk? <br /><br />Some people say it's a genre of music, some people say it's a style, and some people just think it's pissed off teenagers yelling anarchy. Although, these are all opinions, and I'll give you mine. <br /><br />It is true that punk is a genre of music, and a style. Although those stupid teens running in the street aren't punk. They are just posing as the shit they see in the movies. Anarchy isn't a solution to all problems it's a creator for more. If we have anarchy, sure the people that wanted it will be doing okay for the time being and will have some shit in order, but for all the other people of the world that are used to the guide lines the government sets, they will be lost and turn to our barbaric origins. Tribes will be formed and it will be war and killing all the time. <br /><br />See punk isn't about that. Punk is about freedom of mind and actually having the rights a human deserves. Fighting for a cause, being unique and individual. The whole society runs on the system of who's normal and who isn't and whoever isn't wearing what's in or what's big they're freaks! Punk is about pushing back against society showing people that we can be real and "normal" (whatever the fuck normal is) without conforming with society. Doesn't have to be about the way you dress, just the way you think.<br /><br />The fashion, the music follows the definition. "Pushing back against society and just being different." The punk style is crazy, colorful and nothing ordinary, I like it. Doesn't mean I don't wear jeans or dress shirts but I like the style for what it is. Cause I can't find any other style that fits me. The music is the same thing, it isn't something you would typically hear on your local radio station even if it plays rock and roll. It differences itself from other music. I also enjoy the music cause it usually has good messages and etc. <br /><br />Punk is all in the mind. Liking things most people don't and questioning things most people wont bother even dealing with.<br /><br />We don't look for attention, we don't look for trouble. We just try to get a message out to the others. To make them think. Maybe they will understand why punks think differently. The only thing I hate is how society judges people who "claim" they're punk before even knowing them. Once punk comes into mind you're already classed a crazed pyromaniac killer. It's unfair and pathetic how ignorance has taken over our society.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626619240174579972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145026553895689375.post-26047796615702224412010-12-07T22:00:00.003-05:002010-12-07T22:13:25.393-05:00It's Really Sad...There are many tragic tales about this world, many things that bother me, that get me down and that make me angry. In all honesty I'm always angry, and if you have a problem with that you can go fuck yourself. :)<br /><br />Anyways, it isn't really just today that I notice that people on this planet are fucking idiots. Although it seems the human race tends to get even more moronic when the holiday season approaches. I don't know, maybe it's because of all the flashy lights in the streets or even the thought of gifts on whatever holiday they celebrate, but people just get really, fucking stupid during the holidays. <br /><br />I see people joyously walking through the streets with smiles on their faces, as if they don't notice how stupid they look. We're pretty much getting fucked from every angle imaginable and all they can think about is the holidays. I can see why it isn't that hard for a politician (someone that I'm ashamed to say, actually has a brain) to convince the people of a nation. <br /><br />People are just stupid but I have to sit here and just deal with it, as do the other people that find people stupid. Cause you can't tell a stupid person they're stupid. Cause they're going to try to make some fucked up explanation trying to convince you they have a brain. <br /><br />I hate everyone.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626619240174579972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145026553895689375.post-52506157973538719002010-11-27T22:55:00.001-05:002010-11-27T22:55:44.753-05:00The ShroomWillow wallow, I walk and I stumble. Flying over mountains and moving trains like muffins. A million pieces of one mind coming together as a family. A million memories, a million tragedies. They all fly out of a mouth, my mouth. No one wants to be me. Because I are he and he be me. So forget what I said and fly with me. We'll go places you've never gone before. Like space and wonderland and places like other places and flowers, and daisies. A million words going on a million things being processed by one giant thing. Yes, my mind. What's going on you ask? I have no fucking clue! Trapped inside miles and miles of trees and hollow pumpkins. Flying through a town of millions of birds, helicopters. No one is there. Just a mind in space, a body but no face. Why? There flare go anywhere. Just hop, skip, jump, on a rainbow road. Flying through the mushroom home. This is bad, it's wrong. Don't cry, I wont. The reason I'm here is because of the one you're seeing. No one wants to go anywhere. No one wants to flare, just jump and see, how deep does the rabbit hole really go? The only way to find out is to jump and see.<br /> <br />All emotions, flying high. Reckless, I'm a mess. There isn't anyone that's going to get you out of this. Life, it's only an illusion. Enjoy it. Hate it. It doesn't matter, because in the end. You're a mind, only a mind and I am a mind. Two minds meet and another comes to join. It doesn't matter. Fly, skip, jump into another world all together. Come to see the only people being set free are you and me. We're just flying out. Coming out. Letting feelings fly and pigs cry. The only reason I do this is because of all the shit I'm going through. What's going on? No one bothered to ask. I'm lost in my words like a jungle a big mess. No one really knows where I am except me. I don't think any of you understand. It doesn't matter how brave you are. No matter how impressive you have to be. The real question is are you ready for life? Are you ready to see the real you? I don't know. I saw inside me. Like a cloud. A helicopter is just around me. The buzz fades as the light grows. What's going on? Lost within words, and visions within worlds. Don't try to run from it. Don't try to hide. I'm not a bad guy. <br /> <br />Use it don't abuse it.Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626619240174579972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145026553895689375.post-9326273326491599222010-10-21T12:11:00.002-04:002010-10-21T12:52:21.263-04:00What the fuck?At the moment, I am seated in a computer room at my school. As I surf the net and not do my assigned work. I come to realize that they block pretty much everything. I find it stupid. Not only because I can't surf the web correctly, but also I find it stupid. Why would you block things on the internet? To make the students work obviously. What if they're done their work? Are they suppose to spend thirty minutes of their class time twiddling their fingers and searching up funny pictures on google? <br /><br />I honestly don't know what the schools problem is. If students want to go on youtube and facebook instead of doing their class work, let them! Sure we all know they are going to fail, but what's the matter with that! It teaches the students to self discipline themselves. If they don't want to stay in high-school all their lives I'm sure eventually they will smarten up, and do the work. Plus, the work done in most computers classes are quite simple. Sometimes they take time, but all rather easy. <br /><br />It's really stupid when the school blocks sites to help improve class work sometimes. Such as "grooveshark.com" it's pretty much like Itunes but online and free. I know most people do their homework with music on and it actually helps me concentrate more. I feel focussed, in my own little world, but I'm getting my shit done.<br /><br />Anyways, I think the school should calm down a little and those who wish to fail and look like retards falling one of the easiest classes then let them. <br /><br />-MikeMikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626619240174579972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145026553895689375.post-20621459034553030672010-08-25T16:28:00.003-04:002010-08-25T16:58:52.315-04:00Know what to expect from a dog!I got a dog a couple days ago. It's only 5 months at the moment so it isn't fully grown and in my opinion it's not that big. My friend demanded me to bring it to his house because he wanted to see it. Like most people in this world when they see a dog or puppy they think that it doesn't get active or something. I don't know, I'm used to taking care of dogs so I know their behaviors. Anyways, so I get to my friend's house and the dog comes in. He says: "What the fuck is that thing? It's huge! I thought you said it was small!" It's not that big, maybe he thought German Shepard/Husky breed was the size as the poodle breed. <br /><br />So as we are hanging out, the dog is bored out of it's brains so decides to walk around the place. It grabs a baseball out of some box wanting to play and brings it to us. My friend immediately freaks out and yells at me saying that, that the dog can't chew on that. I told him straight up. "You wanted me to bring my dog, but you expect it to not want to do anything and just sleep?" He nodded his head! I wanted to fucking punch him!! Don't expect a motherfucking puppy to come over and not want to play. Puppies have 10 times the energy of a 5 year old dog. They want to play, they want to jump around. Sometimes they just want to cause trouble and piss you off.<br /><br />Before all this mess he told me he was thinking of asking his parent's for a dog. So this is a message to all people who are thinking to get a dog, or that want to get a dog. They aren't what you see in the movies. Puppies like to make messes, play, tire the shit out of you and run your nerves to an end. So if a dog and or puppy is something you would like to invest in, in the future. It's going to piss and shit in your house, make messes, eat shit, chew on everything and etc. <br /><br />If you want a dog be prepared, because if you buy one. Then figure out afterwards that you weren't cut out for the job. You're probably going to give it away to a shelter or if you're mean enough let it run in the street. Think of this though, the dogs in the shelter stay in cages all day, and if they aren't adopted after a certain amount of time. They get put down, they didn't even get a chance to live, and they are killed. So just know.<br /><br />Now to the people that think they can handle it. Before buying at a pet store or whatever. Go to a animal shelter, give those dogs (or cats) a chance to live. Because it really isn't fair how they have to die because of their stupid owners. I got my dog at the SPCA (animal shelter) she's a good dog. Sure causes some trouble, but all dogs and or puppies do. Plus, the shelter animals are a lot cheaper than those in pet stores. <br /><br />Animals have feelings and lives too! Give them a chance!<br /><br />-MikeMikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626619240174579972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145026553895689375.post-23845228324648407102010-06-29T12:07:00.010-04:002010-10-24T21:40:08.935-04:00Aperance wont change who we are!I have been fucking pissed this whole week. Over a stupid rule at our school that I've known about for the longest time. Yet, lately, it's been getting to me more and more and finally something triggered me. <br /><br />See I have a mohawk, shaved head on both sides and decently long hair in the middle. I also have piercings, 3 on ears and one on my eyebrow. Now this is what fucking killed me. I went to go get my report card the other day, and I was pulled into the vice principals office for some stupid shit reason, so not only did I have to wait to get my report card and go home, I had to get my balls busted hearing a speech that I couldn't care less about. After this very unappetizing speech, she handed me my report card and as I was leaving she said. "Make sure when you come back next semester not to have a mohawk." I've been in this situation before. Grade 7 I almost got kicked out of my school because of my hawk. Luckily I wasn't as much as an asshole and dark hearted person that I am now. Because now I want to fight back. The reason why they don't tolerate crazy haircuts or facial piercings is because of two things. <br /><br />1. It's distracting towards other students. (Because people LOVE to stare at each other)<br /><br />2. It makes the school look like a bad, and parents wouldn't want to send their kids there. (Apparently)<br /><br />Pretty much what their saying, is don't be yourself, "Make our school look fucking good so that we can make more money." Right now, us teenagers are developing a style, a lifestyle and a future. You can't fucking tell some kid, who is into something different not to follow it, or to try new things. We have to experiment. To learn on our own, and if we have any regrets, that's our problem. You can't hold kids back from their dreams or interests.<br /><br />The schools tell kids to go for their dreams, and try to achieve success and arrive to their "dream job". Yet, if it's something completely and utterly outrageous like an astronaut, they don't really take lightly of it.<br /><br />For example, when some kids are younger they look at cars they want in the future, what they want to do when they're older. It was the same for me, just different. I always thought mohawks were and still are, awesome! I always wanted one. Super long, super high and some crazy color. Why? Because! I always liked the cool studded vest and jackets. Now that I am a teenager and I can start getting a taste of the life that I like. There are people like the school board shitting on people's heads! I can't go to school unless I wear a "clear" on my eyebrow piercing. <br /><br />Anyways, what I'm trying to get to. Is that the school system isn't letting teenagers express themselves freely. Then you have a bunch of confused teenagers on your hands wearing what ever is in because that's what makes them fit in, and in the end the "misfit" kids aren't the freaks. It's all the other motherfuckers that call the "misfit" kids names.<br /><br />-MikeMikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626619240174579972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4145026553895689375.post-63171862320001869212010-06-23T11:01:00.002-04:002010-07-14T23:20:15.131-04:00StyleStyle, one of the most important things in the teenage life. You start developing more of a style in the teen stage, then perhaps carry it to adult hood, or maybe it's just a stage. As you've hopefully read in my other post about racism. That it doesn't actually exist, because there is no such thing as races between humans. For the fact, that we are all human. We aren't different races, just have different cultural backgrounds. Although with style, it seems as if races did exist. Everyone that has a different style belongs to a different style group.<br /><br />I like the punk style. Ripped tight jeans, studs, zippers, chains, music, patches, crazy hair and just pure fucking rebel. I like it because it makes people stand out. Show their uniqueness, when you're walking down the street people stare and say "What the fuck?" Going back to showing how styles are like races. The over all Punk society, are an angry bunch. The music is angry, speaking or anarchy and chaos. Riots, fights and arson are usually seen throughout the punk world. Yet all of them seem to hate Emo kids, Metal heads, and pretty much everyone. You see now this is what I find the problem. Style is style. Don't judge people because of it. It's like the color of skin, it's really pathetic to look at someone and just judge. For example. I went on a camping trip recently. I had to go to the Junior campus of my school to pack the food supplies. Since it's now summer time. I shaved my head into a mohawk, and pierced my eyebrow, joining the other piercing that I had already. One of the vice principals (we have four) looks at me and says, "What is that?" I say "Nothing, it's summer, school's over and I'm going on the camping trip. So it's not like you can suspend me or make me not go on the trip, I payed." Then the other vice principal walks by. The one that's already astounded by my looks says "Did you see this? Can we tolerate this?" The other one quickly replies confused "What? His mohawk? So what? School's over" Then walks away. The other VP is left suspended, and looking like a fucking idiot.<br /><br />See I don't understand why people can't just accept people for who they are, and what they like doing. Everyone has a problem with everyone. That's the problem with fucking society, that's why I'm a rebel. To do differently from everyone else, but by doing what I think is right. So for all the ignorant people that judge people. FUCK YOU!<br /><br />-MikeMikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626619240174579972noreply@blogger.com0