August 9, 2014

It’s tiring to be stagnant. Just sitting around saying “As soon as I can do this or count among the ‘adults’ then I’ll…” And then just watching your life, short as it is, just get pissed away for the next 10, 20, 40, or 50 years and you just stick to your guns, swearing you’ll do something to rise above. The problem is, whether you aspire to do this sort of thing or not, it doesn’t change the fact that you are still sitting there, like the dregs on the bottom of your cup. If anything your one escape would be to follow whatever dream you’ve got, but what happens after? The reason people finish stories with happily ever after was because sooner or later the happy ending gets boring, and you and those around might want to move on. The truth is, nothing really ends, it lives with those it affected, as far down the line it goes. Where in the world do traditions come from? Or for that matter, racism, sexism, ableism, and all the rest of these -isms come from? Others. People who, through time, molded others like clay, or molten glass, or some other shitty simile saying that Others were affected. One’s thought becomes another one’s crusade, being good or bad, or some other sort of morality which has been pushed through, refined, to what we have today, it came from someone else, following what they did, going against it, tweaking it, breaking it, changing it entirely. As a race we are pretty great for noticing patterns, but then we fuck it up, weaponizing this to our cause, be it righteous ( in a non holy way) or just to gain strength. In a way, we are all those people that try to make themselves better through something else, be it work, money, drugs, cause, loss, words, gestures, actions, music, there’s always something trying to get a message across, I would call it war for your mind, but we are all on our own sides, we are our army, our artillery, our generals, and we fight to whatever we’re trying to do. Peace cannot exist if there are still those that seek power, those that create a cause are the most anarchic force out there. Every single one. Those seeking war, those advocating peace. Everybody has a cause, even those that think themselves without one will still take a side in many different conflicts. It’s tiring watching battle after battle, people calling their cause the “good” one, convincing themselves and those around them that what they are doing is right. EVEN ME SAYING THIS SHIT IS A CAUSE: AND UNLIKE SO MANY I AM TELLING IT TO YOU STRAIGHT. WHY THE HELL DO WE NEED TO FIGHT? POWER DIES WITH YOU. FIFTEEN MINUTES TURNS TO FIVE SECONDS SINCE THIS SHIT KEEPS HAPPENING. BE CONTENT. LIVE YOUR DREAMS. DON’T FORCE YOUR VIEWS ON OTHERS IF THEY WANT TO JOIN YOU TO A COMMON GOAL, THEY WILL FIND YOU. STOP MAKING YOURSELF RIGHT. ACCEPT THAT THIS SHIT IS FOR YOURSELF AND NOT YOUR CAUSE. BY ALL MEANS THOUGH REVEAL THE BULLSHIT OF OTHERS THAT WANT NOTHING MORE THAN A NONEXISTENT THING THAT IS SUPPOSED TO MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE A GOD. TO HAVE POWER OVER OTHERS. RELIGIONS WERE BUILT BY PEOPLE, NOT GODS, ONLY THOSE THAT CHANGED THE STORIES OF THOSE THAT WERE DEAD, LOST, OR IN SOME OTHER WAY UNABLE TO STOP THESE PEOPLE FROM REWRITING THE SCRIPT, TO STOP THEMSELVES FROM BECOMING A MARTYR, AND FROM THERE, BECOMING A CAUSE. EVEN WHEN A CAUSE SITS ON THE MANTLES OF INDIVIDUALS HOMES, IT STILL CAUSES WAR EVEN WHEN WE TRY TO SEEK PEACE FROM THESE WORDS, THESE TALES, THESE PEOPLE, THAT WERE SUPPOSEDLY GIVEN STRENGTHS OF MANY SORTS TO OVERCOME SOME SORT OF BARRIER.
With all of the words sitting here in front of you, I just want to ask why must we need more.
And hopefully you’ll remember
That it is just another cause.

July 16, 2014

It feels strange to even speak. Why is it that it never feels like existing is a property that I have. Watching the world and those on it deteriorate. But we call age an achievement, as its also a burden, a curse. Waiting for all of us to just come and end this existence of which we may have left a mark, but soon disappears, like chalk masterpieces on a rainy day, we lose our touch, we disconnect what was left of any connection. Mortality is terrible, but at least it brings some sort of closure. An ending to our story, with answers still unknown, yet don’t need to be known any longer. We are pieces of chalking drawing until we are stubs or are gone. We then leave our beauty, until rain or the unseemly hose, controlled by others, intent on ending all entirely, either to forge anew or just to keep a blank slate.

June 30, 2014

People say that life is a journey,
A storyline, where we are our main character, we are the focus of this whole world, but no, we are all just here, stagnant, we don’t have a plot, no actual story, so we read, we write, draw, build, make, among others, just so we can make ourselves a story, even if it isn’t our own. A journey for others made by us, to help us cope with this lack of rhyme or reason. Even those that have gods, they still can notice it, but have given up a hard truth for a chance to have a purpose. To me, the whole point of religion is to give hope that this world is all we have, to give reason to do good deeds, to live a preset “good” life, instead of just watching this world pass in front of us, whether we notice it or not. Authors have seen this, that life goes on after one’s death. This thought that we are here for nothing is both terrifying and beautiful, since we can change this world to a way that we find wonderful. A piece of clay for us all to mold. And even with all of these unfinished masterpieces, we still have that underlying fact that we don’t know what happens after we die.

June 4, 2014

vanconcastiel:

eridan-amporadorable:

neurologically:

deanspelvis:

milesjai:

madlori:

leogursky:

Missouri Pastor’s Fiery Speech Against Equal Rights for Homosexuals Has Stunning Twist Ending

Pardon my French, but this Pastor is a badass mothafucka.

The entire speech is further enhanced by the insight provided in this YouTube comment:

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Watch till the end.  Trust me.

Someone give this man an award. 

He literally just slayed their assholes open wow

Watch how uncomfortable the people in the background get when the speech turns around. They were probably agreeing with everything he had said up until then.

Give this man a gold medal to go along with those cast-iron balls.

(Source: thesecretaryofnagriculture, via corporalbutts)

June 3, 2014

The thing about reincarnation is that it is true.
Everyday we will walk around, slowly deteriorating in our minds
Waiting for an inevitable end
While we are only able to sit and wait and move on.

The thing about reincarnation is that we have all died at least once before
Through what we call our hearts being broken, that moment of death
The end
And then we begin again, whether as the same as we were or anew
To keep on moving
Or to end
Because somehow we either reached nirvana or we have given up on our search for it.

June 3, 2014

a-shy-stan:

Im annoying

You’ll have no joy saying false things

(via a-shy-stan-deactivated20140715)

June 2, 2014

It feels as if we all have a rhythm
Some sort of sound behind even the most stagnant minds
Just resonating, while turning a page quiet or throwing a desk loud
Composing a song more ancient and knowing than we will ever achieve ourselves
Just going along with the drumbeat of the universe
Everything happens for a reason, but this reason will only come if it shows in the song
The world is random, erratic, but all around it comes the slow callous sound of the seas and and the hills
That high squealing sound of the beginning to the low hum of the end
All I can hear, all I can see, are the music notes, the page, the stanza
It just doesn’t end,
We are lost until we consider ourselves found, turning us from a ballad to a love song to a spoken word to a piano to a symphony to a broken guitar to a broken heart to a blood flow to a lost soul to punk to prose to poetry to complex lies from simple truths to the dead to the living to ink to pencil to eraser to the end

June 2, 2014

5k0rp10:

Okay, so we’re lost

…yeah

Physically or mentally?

A bit of both

Okay, well, at least we’re not dead

Are you sure?

If we were dead then we wouldn’t be here right now

Are you so sure that I am here?

What?

Where did you go?

Were you ever even here?

The end was never here my young friend, we just began again, anew, unknown even to you

June 2, 2014

Okay, so we’re lost

…yeah

Physically or mentally?

A bit of both

Okay, well, at least we’re not dead

Are you sure?

If we were dead then we wouldn’t be here right now

Are you so sure that I am here?

What?

Where did you go?

Were you ever even here?

May 30, 2014

I don’t understand why morals of the old matter when the world has become new but with the comeback of old designs…

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