"...I wait for a letter that is coming to me.
She sends me pictures of the ocean in an envelope.
So there still is hope.
Yes, I can be healed.
There is someone looking for what I concealed in my secret drawer,
in my pockets deep,
you will find the reasons that I can't sleep and you will still want me.
But will you still want me?
Well, I say come for the week.
You can sleep in my bed.
And then pass through my life like a dream through my head.
It will be easy. I will make it easy..." --Bright Eyes
"A Song To Pass The Time"
by Coner Oberst

Well, here i am again i suppose o_o

  I've been listening to alot of BRIGHT EYES lately -_- and constantly find myself thinking about life, choices, people, hate, spite, love, power, failure, the past, my future.....time. How does he do it? I mean Coner Oberst. He just, he speaks the truth in a poem. Flowing words of nothing!! Nothing...but beauty.
  The first time i listened to his music, i was appauled. I became addicted. I couldnt stop listening to it. He bared his soul right into my ears. Like a secret told only to those who wanted to know.
Why doesn't he get recognition from the world? Just because he isn't some STUPID musician who has a FUCKING million dollor record deal, thats why! And you....you retarded cunts who ONLY support bands like that are the one's who deny the truth.
  YOU just don't wanna face THE TRUTH, and what the world has molded you into. You worry about how people see you, you worry about the newest clothes, you worry about meaningless things. Frivelouse crap that won't matter when your DEAD AND GONE.
Wanna know why the world wont reconize him? Because it's scared. It's scared to see it's faults, errors, and mistakes. It's frightened to see how our world is slowly turning into bullshit lies and lost memories. We will all parish soon...but how soon is that? Will you wake up tomarrow?
  Yeah i know im just babbling on and on, but i bet you not many people will respond to this. Why? Because either they dont wanna accept this and fight the truth, or they want to ignore it and go throught it like a faint fog in the air that will dissapear and eventually pass.

p.s  Try not to be prude ;D 

"Okay, let me see here, my Philosophy on life.


I warn you that what follows may not make much sense (hence it is still in the process of forming, really):


Life is what we create it to be. Even if you grow up in an unhappy surrounding, you still have the will to change your future, or your perspective. A majority of things in life are what we create them to be. People are able to succeed because they are not afraid of the opsticles ahead of them. Because they've convinced themselves there is no need to be frightened.


I believe life is controled by the mind."




                 ---[SoiledRainbow]

Blah. Im better now.


Stupid freashman...they think they can do what they want. This one kid tried to out smart me using comments which contained nothing but profanity, and it just blew my fuse. I told him off though.....by using fire with fire ^_^

...............save me..............please.

  Ever wake up feeling....dead? I havent been to school in a couple of days...two of which i had no excuse not to go. I've been spending alot of time writing and listening to muisc...Indie music to be exact. The lyrics became so addicting. They became so real. I cant get them out of my head. Now i know how Coner Oberst feels like. He's so mysteriouse. He bares his soul. He speaks to me in my dreams......not in person, not like a ghost, like a conversation he's announcing to the world. The truth thats hidden in the lie's we live in, he's found. He says these things in his songs he writes...i've been ignorant, but im open to it now. Its just that...i feel empty inside now. Is this the feeling he has constanly? Is he this hollow, and ready to give up.....how can he stand it?

"Bukowski"

Woke up this morning and it seemed to me,
that every night turns out to be
A little more like Bukowski.
And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read.
But God who'd wanna be?
God who'd wanna be such an asshole?
God who'd wanna be?
God who'd wanna be such an asshole?

Well we sat on the edge of the river,
the crowd screamed, "Sacrifice the liver!"
If God takes life, he's an Indian giver.
So tell me now why, you'll tell me never.
Who would wanna be?
Who would wanna be such a control freak?
Well who would wanna be?
Who would wanna be such a control freak?

Well see what you wanna see. You should see it all.
Well take what you want from me. You deserve it all.
Nine times out of ten our hearts just get dissolved.
Well I want a better place or just a better way to fall.

But one time out of ten, everything is perfect for us all.
Well I want a better place or just a better way to fall.
Here we go!

If God controls the land and disease,
keeps a watchful eye on me,
If he's really so damn mighty,
my problem is I can't see,
well who would wanna be?
Who would wanna be such a control freak?
Well who would wanna be?
Who would wanna be such a control freak?

Evil home stereo, what good songs do you know?
Evil me, oh yeah I know, what good curves can you throw?

Well all that icing and all that cake,
I can't make it to your wedding, but I'm sure I'll be at your wake.
You were talk, talk, talk, talkin' in circles that day,
when you get to the point make sure that I'm still awake, OK?

Went to bed and didn't see
why every day turns out to be
a little bit more like Bukowski.
And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read.
But God who'd wanna be?
God who'd wanna be such an asshole?



~*~Modest Mouse~*~