I definitely forgive...
Though, I have a difficult time articulating,
I definitely want to say, I understand
At first, I can hear myself giving in,
10 seconds later I'm helping them
Being the Good Samaritan
I have a message for the people that I have forgiven
They SUCK
Me having a good consciousness is me getting run over by a car
For what they did?
I still have stitches in both legs, but I say I'm happy to be able to walk
I never remember being shattered, just what it felt like
Thanks again :)
Original Text: KSL Injured Cyclist Article
Prison
Life... I don't want to be pessimistic, it's just I'm so good at it. I try so hard everyday to reach my dreams, it just doesn't seem to work. And it's not like my dreams are that out there, you know? I mean I just want a job... You know, so I can finally maybe buy a cell phone, perhaps a new ukulele or an upgrade from the original xbox to a 360... I mean these are simple wants right, but why do they seem unreachable? I just want these things to make life a little more bearable... It seems as if everyone around me has these things, why not me?
Perhaps I should just give up? But then what? I might as well die!... But am I really not living if I'm not chasing cars everyday? I don't know... I suppose I've already tried giving up, it doesn't help that much.
Sigh, it just seems that this life feels more like a prison.
But if I were to break out? Break out to what? What would that mean? Winning the lottery or something... No, I think just getting back from the world what I put in it would be enough for me. To breath out, and then breath back in again. That sounds good to me. I don't think that would be as much as a prison right?...
I guess I will continue until I reach that paradise... I hope it comes soon
Perhaps I should just give up? But then what? I might as well die!... But am I really not living if I'm not chasing cars everyday? I don't know... I suppose I've already tried giving up, it doesn't help that much.
Sigh, it just seems that this life feels more like a prison.
But if I were to break out? Break out to what? What would that mean? Winning the lottery or something... No, I think just getting back from the world what I put in it would be enough for me. To breath out, and then breath back in again. That sounds good to me. I don't think that would be as much as a prison right?...
I guess I will continue until I reach that paradise... I hope it comes soon
I'm Tired of you People
Seriously? You people disgust me...
Who are you? SHOW ME!
Sigh, fine... I didn't want to do this but...
because you are dead without them,
I am now putting you under DIRECT ORDERS TO ROCK
Rock out like you've just jumped out of a plane and are now falling at the speed of "Bring It On!!!"
Rock out because you're friggin' worth it
Rock out cause today is your day and you ain't ever going to regret it
Rock out because your fire will never be extinguished by the waves of time
Rock out like your finally holding her in your arms and you ain't never ever going to let go again
Rock out because Cancer has finally settled in, and you've got months before your foreclosure.
Rock out cause you care, and rock out because you don't
Rock out because you finally found another human being in Zombieland
Rock out cause its the BEST freakin' revenge to those who wish you ill
Rock out like you were when you were living, right before life got int the way
Rock out like you've got a gun pointed to your head and your life depended on it
...because it does
Death Is Coming...
Waiting. Watching. Where is he?
He's at least 10 minutes late. And I came a bloody hour early. But then again, he is a free-spirited one. He probably made his own path. Sigh, who's the one who made it so an individual can change his own fate?
Oh, That's right, I did.
Hey, I am death. How's it going? Horrible? If not you're a liar. The purpose of this life is to teach you something, for you to suffer, kind of like trying to breath underwater. Sure you have the optimists that tell you that life has many wonderful qualities. I agree, there's plenty of shiny fish down there, perhaps some beautiful quarrel, but your still drowning, even if it's an underwater paradise. You don't belong there.
Once you learn your lesson though, that's when I show up, I give you your first breath of real air. Though technically I guess I'm slitting your throat at the time, in the analogy it would be your first breath of air. But then you're free! No more worries, no more heartbreak. Freedom, peace, wonderfulness. All your dead relatives and friends are there to greet you, its great! Why are you all so afraid of this concept,
F-R-E-E-D-O-M!!!
That's the real definition of death.
But, then there's people like this guy, who's choices change all the time, and make me, wait...
But nevertheless, there he is now. His sweet freedom is so close. Oh and there's the bus, Smack!!!
Man this doesn't look good, but it is now my time to shine. Oh he sees me now, So much fear!
I am so underpaid.... SLICE
He's at least 10 minutes late. And I came a bloody hour early. But then again, he is a free-spirited one. He probably made his own path. Sigh, who's the one who made it so an individual can change his own fate?
Oh, That's right, I did.
Hey, I am death. How's it going? Horrible? If not you're a liar. The purpose of this life is to teach you something, for you to suffer, kind of like trying to breath underwater. Sure you have the optimists that tell you that life has many wonderful qualities. I agree, there's plenty of shiny fish down there, perhaps some beautiful quarrel, but your still drowning, even if it's an underwater paradise. You don't belong there.
Once you learn your lesson though, that's when I show up, I give you your first breath of real air. Though technically I guess I'm slitting your throat at the time, in the analogy it would be your first breath of air. But then you're free! No more worries, no more heartbreak. Freedom, peace, wonderfulness. All your dead relatives and friends are there to greet you, its great! Why are you all so afraid of this concept,
F-R-E-E-D-O-M!!!
That's the real definition of death.
But, then there's people like this guy, who's choices change all the time, and make me, wait...
But nevertheless, there he is now. His sweet freedom is so close. Oh and there's the bus, Smack!!!
Man this doesn't look good, but it is now my time to shine. Oh he sees me now, So much fear!
I am so underpaid.... SLICE
Huh...
I hate that in writing your trying to reach something and it feels like your grabbing something in the air, some thing that isn't there. The only way you know you've reached anything is if people tell you you did. I haven't had any comments on my blog until Nelson pointed out that for some reason I have a weird setting on my blog that I have to check all my comments in my email. I think I've fixed it, but wow, I have allot of comments. and now I plan to keep up with my posting, all the posts I don't have should be up by today, thanks
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