smile, put on the front that you’re better, even when you’re bitter.
they say.

don’t be a rebel, don’t be a dick. get on board, get on deck.
they say.

you’ll be fried trying to be freed. stay where you are.
they say.

you want to get fitter? oh, we’ll stop you – we have fetters.
they say.

stop trying to pick a better future for yourself. stop trying to pick a better future for yourself.
they peck.

that writing you do with your quill pen, quell it. now. or else.
they say.

those words you write, they’re six six six. those words you write, they’re sex sex sex.
we are religious. you are blasphemous.
they say.

stop writing your tails, you’re barely making taels. stop your foolishness.
they say.

your wrists, just try to wrest them from our grasp. just try!
they finally say.

…e before i, except after c.
they say.

First off, start bright. Enjoy nature, enjoy art, enjoy science. Enjoy life.

Then get brighter and brighter. Continue to enjoy all these things while others have forgot how (while others never learnt how). Continue while others have found work. Continue while others say that you have to work to fit in, to labour to live (they say ‘to labour’, they mean ‘to suffer’).

Everyone saw so much potential in you, why don’t you just use it? But why must you use it you ask? Because, they answer… These are not real answers. But how is to suffer to live you ask? Because, they answer… But why must I fit in you ask? Because, they answer… Are you happy you ask? These are not real questions they say after a brief pause.

We’re not happy people.

Just look at the stats. People are grumpier, sadder, tireder, and meaner than they used to be (no this is not Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs).

And why are we unhappy? Is it because the world is a harsher place to live, because we have less than we used to? No, in fact stats prove that the world has been continuously getting better over time. So what’s our problem? Maybe it’s because of where we live, America.

We live in a culture that praises material wealth and external richness over internal. We live in a culture in which we are judged by what we have, not by who we are. We live in a culture overrun with ads and commercials that constantly tell us what we are missing, what we don’t have, and what others have over us. This leads to higher crime rates because the poor, finding no other way to acquire these possessions that have been ingrained in their heads as must-haves rob. And on the other side of the coin, people work 12 to 15 hour days just to afford these possessions that are, again, deemed as must-haves. We live in a market driven economy, even if we don’t think so.

He was a born again, gone again man.
He was a scorned again, soar again man.

He said “I have things that haunt me so.”
Please just leave, I’d rather stay than just go,
I’d rather pray than just know.
… And can’t you see I’ve got my cross to tow?

He was a born again, gone again man.
He was a throne again, thorn again man.

Can’t you see he’s been saved?
Can’t you see he’s been raised?
He’s been shown the light,
And it’s awfully bright,
And it’s an awful sight, to be beside.

Oh, he’s a born again, gone again man.
He’s an atoned again, alone again man.

photo credit: petesimon

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You’re not your Tumblr reblogs. You’re not your YouTube views. You’re not Stumbled-Upon. You’re not the places you check in. You’re not the mayor.

You’re the all-surfing, all-procrastinating, attention-seeking crap on the web.

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Slick actor is in all the right movies. Saying just the right thing, at just the right time. Never stumbling. Never at a loss for words. Look! Slick actor’s in a adventure-romance! In an action-thriller! In a comedy-horror! He has great abs. She has great tits. He has great arms. She has great hair. Slick actor’s male. Slick actor’s female. But the same attire nevertheless. The custom made attire. The one that fits so perfectly. Not baggy. Not tight. Just right. Nothing more. Nothing less.