Sunday, February 20, 2011


      You know with these blogs I don't think twice about them, I don't audition or brainstorm what to write about and I don't proof read before I publish. Maybe that's just the way things are supposed to be. If you audition everything you do, are you really living? Think about it. From the moment were born we get education and religion shoved down our throats. Your general objective in life is go to Kindergarten, Middle School, High School, College, get a job, get married, buy a house, have kids, raise them, and when they move out you can feel free to die in a fucking condo in Florida. So if that's the path that everyone chooses (if it is choosing at all), then what the fuck is there to live for. Even people like me and a few of my friends who understand the way it is, but out of fear of failure we go to our schools and don't shout this on rooftops. That's really the way to control you. Look at the government, not just the American government but the entire world, they all have guns and bombs and tons of shit, but they don't need it because it's implanted into our minds that we can't be anything unless we take that path that everyone takes. They don't NEED guns or bombs, they have us in the palms of there hands. It's sad but it is true.

     Now don't get me wrong, I have always said this and will always say this. I love America, I love this country. I just don't love anything about the government. They think they have some right to control us. They think for some reason they matter more then anybody else in this country. They start war's with other idiot people and then they sit in the crystal thrones while people die and family's are torn apart. How many people have died in Iraq? Not just American's but Iraqi civilians. There people too and deserve life and common respect. I respect them, but apparently the government doesn't. It's just a sad how we live this lie, and I'm living it too. I promise I'll bring you all along for the train ride into an unbreakable cement wall that is Armageddon.

    See everything I wrote, I think about this late at night and early in the morning and it seems to regurgitate itself here. These are just my opinions I really hope I don't offend anyone because that's not my objective. I never go on a blog and just try to offend or piss people off, I just try to explain how I feel and how I think and try to type it down on this.

   Why do people give other people shit all of the time? Like over the stupidest things. Like clothing or opinions.  I was made fun all through middle school for clothing and because I wasn't the smartest person, and because school didn't click with me. School's are set up in a way that leaves room for some kid's to be quiet and some kids to be cunts. I was more quiet in middle school and everyone else seemed to be a cunt. It's pretty strange. I mean if you wear black or wear certain clothing your struck into being different and people don't like differences. In fact they hate them. People back then were so closed minded, and they still are. In the speech about violence that Marilyn Manson made he told a story about a big football star in high school getting drunk and running down a single kid just because he didn't like him. The kid died, and in court he died again because they said he shouldn't have been different. The pieces of shit in this world are all the same.

    Before I end this I wanna thank people that have followed and commented on my blog.

    Here's links to the video of Marilyn Manson's speech on violence and blame that I talked about earlier.

    Part 1
    Part 2

    Instead of a quote today I'm gonna leave you with a poem from Trainspotting that I loved so much I bought the poster of it and it now hangs on my wall. You might have heard it before.

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars,
compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good
health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed
interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your
friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a
three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing
game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose
rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable
home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up
brats you spawned to replace yourself.

Choose your future.

Choose life.


  1. I wish I could write as freely as you, but I usually dream up good topics before I type anything...
    Followed :D

  2. I don't plan anything, just look ahead and move. that's how i chose to live. no use worrying about anything.

  3. i agree about government, people usually don't even doubt what government officials say, and that's the first step for a horrible path.