Our 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
(ran out of meat for the text, but i just dont care it's fucking 2:20 in the morning)
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Friday, February 3, 2012
Baaaaah
At 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.
BAAH
BAAH
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Real Thoughts
Politicians 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.
-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.
-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.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Something 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.
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.
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.
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.
Thinking is a blessing, for you can understand things on your own. Though it is a curse, because it just wont leave you alone.
Always that something in the way.....
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.
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.
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.
Thinking is a blessing, for you can understand things on your own. Though it is a curse, because it just wont leave you alone.
Always that something in the way.....
Friday, December 16, 2011
A 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.
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.
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.
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?"
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.
Live. That is all!
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.
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.
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?"
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.
Live. That is all!
Monday, July 4, 2011
I'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.
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.
I have posters and wear out of the ordinary clothes but does that class me as a "punk"?
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.
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.
I'm going to dress the way I want to, without being told otherwise,
I'm going to say what I feel like saying whenever I feel like,
I'm going to make my own decisions without being influenced by anyone else,
I'm going to live my life the way I want to, and not have to be owned by the media and propaganda.
I'm not a Punk, I'm a rebel. A rebel against a system, not someone joining a dead organisation.
I'm still going to make a leather jacket full of spikes, but that doesn't make me a punk,
I'm still going to wear band t-shirts, that doesn't make me a punk
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.
I'm ME, Mike. I'm just a nobody. So mind your own business and keep your labeling you yourself you fuck.
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.
I have posters and wear out of the ordinary clothes but does that class me as a "punk"?
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.
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.
I'm going to dress the way I want to, without being told otherwise,
I'm going to say what I feel like saying whenever I feel like,
I'm going to make my own decisions without being influenced by anyone else,
I'm going to live my life the way I want to, and not have to be owned by the media and propaganda.
I'm not a Punk, I'm a rebel. A rebel against a system, not someone joining a dead organisation.
I'm still going to make a leather jacket full of spikes, but that doesn't make me a punk,
I'm still going to wear band t-shirts, that doesn't make me a punk
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.
I'm ME, Mike. I'm just a nobody. So mind your own business and keep your labeling you yourself you fuck.
Monday, June 13, 2011
The Broken Tides
I sit here on my chair
Thinking, if my mind could bare
The situations that all come my way.
All of life, torment and pain
I wait for better, yet nothing has changed
I'm stuck on this road
Downhill, all it's ever known.
As the heavens burn
And hell freezes over
You shall witness for the first time
My life
The Broken Tides
I was a child, about three
You took away my sanity
Violent and vulgar surroundings
The speed I picked up, astounding
What have you done
What have you done
Soiled, destroyed!
I had no choice but to become a man
A man no one can understand.
Although I still live a life
My life
The Broken Tides
I grew older as things changed
And my life was rearranged
I remained the only one, considered sane.
A heavy pain on my mind
I don't know yet, of what I'll find
In a memoir of destruction and theft.
Stolen and chocked
My childhood barely spoke
And now the only way to kill the pain, is to take a toke.
Yet this pain, I cannot bare
And I dream that this life, just isn't fair
How am I stuck living this life
My life
The Broken Tides
No inner peace
My mind will never cease
To find the place where it can truly rest.
Always moving all the time
There's a fault, it's only mine
My world seems to crumble, to pieces.
Now I sit here in the shade
As this story becomes a shame
My mind is lost at sea, because of life
My life
The Broken Tides.
Thinking, if my mind could bare
The situations that all come my way.
All of life, torment and pain
I wait for better, yet nothing has changed
I'm stuck on this road
Downhill, all it's ever known.
As the heavens burn
And hell freezes over
You shall witness for the first time
My life
The Broken Tides
I was a child, about three
You took away my sanity
Violent and vulgar surroundings
The speed I picked up, astounding
What have you done
What have you done
Soiled, destroyed!
I had no choice but to become a man
A man no one can understand.
Although I still live a life
My life
The Broken Tides
I grew older as things changed
And my life was rearranged
I remained the only one, considered sane.
A heavy pain on my mind
I don't know yet, of what I'll find
In a memoir of destruction and theft.
Stolen and chocked
My childhood barely spoke
And now the only way to kill the pain, is to take a toke.
Yet this pain, I cannot bare
And I dream that this life, just isn't fair
How am I stuck living this life
My life
The Broken Tides
No inner peace
My mind will never cease
To find the place where it can truly rest.
Always moving all the time
There's a fault, it's only mine
My world seems to crumble, to pieces.
Now I sit here in the shade
As this story becomes a shame
My mind is lost at sea, because of life
My life
The Broken Tides.
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