Summer is gone.
Unfortunately, it left the smells of happiness in the air. I took a whiff today, and I almost passed out. I could not take the sudden flash of memories. They overwhelmed my brain. If I could only feel what I once felt on those blasted afternoons during my vacation. I felt invincible. I felt like I could kill the moon and drag it down to the ground without even blinking. These feelings have changed now. I fear that some things will follow me around for the rest of my life. I am drawing circles around my destiny, if God wants to send me a message: he better do it now. He took a few very precious things away from me. He owes me a favor, now. But I guess you cannot talk to God like that. God is invisible. Winter his here. It is so cold that I wish I could snatch the sun from the sky and hide in underneath my pullover. I hate snow, it reminds me of emptiness and nothingness. It reminds me of everything that comes between life and death, something stuck in the middle. My conscience is sitting alone, in a room full of madmen, screaming at the top of her lungs. Nobody can hear her. Nobody can hear me. I could try using a microphone but I know it would not help. What's going on? Who pulled the plug in a bathtub full of my emotions? Spring will come soon. I am afraid of the oncoming year. For the past two years, a thousand events marked my life deeply. I do not have enough strength or patience to climb through another similar year. This life has too much knowledge and too much ignorance packed together in the same suitcase. The elevator of my life is going up and down, it's picking up anonymous people and dropping them off at different levels inside my head. I don't want this. I want to run away. I want to get away before THEY get me, before the demons of modernism, capitalism and consumerism finally catch me and stick me into a cage made out of glass. I have to forget what I know about fighting. Fighting is not enough. Rebellion is not enough. Forsaking God is not enough. Nothing is enough, and everything is too much. Take me away from the 21st century. This period is not for me. I was supposed to live in the 80s or 70s. This "idiocracy" is not compatible with my mind, with my stubborn rationality. Sometimes, suicide seems lovely. I would do it, I swear I would do it if I knew my mother would not cry for me. But hell, I would not do it like most people do: alone, in a very pathetic and drunken way. I would do it in public. I would grab a hand grenade, I would march right down to the main government building in my city and I would trigger the thing. Then, while still holding down on the pin, I would waltz right into the room where all the ministers and presidents of presidents gather. I would, then, let go of the pin and scream: "I'm taking you to hell with me! You won't torture the people of this country anymore! I am your worst fears come true!!!" Then we would all die, shattered into a thousand pieces, our brains and guts splattered upon the walls. Hell, it would take an entire cleaning squad to scrape me off those walls. But no. Suicide is my last resort. You can call me a terrorist. I suppose most Americans would, after reading what I just wrote about the hand grenade. The problem is that most "Americans" don't get it. This would not be terrorism. This act would be killing the scum who are constantly abusing poor and innocent people. Believe me, nobody would miss them. That's how disgusting they are. If my mother saw what I just wrote, she would cry. But I know she would secretly be proud of me. Sounds unusual? It is. My mother is unusual. She is the greatest mother a person could have. If God came down from the sky and told me: "Piper, do you want to change your mother?" I swear I would say: "Never, God. Never in this entire f**king world would I trade my mother for somebody else." That's how great she is. Enough with this pathetic post. I suppose you are already sick of me. Sometimes I can be so dark. I'm not dark, I'm just too realistic for my age. I wish I was ignorant, and stupid. Then, I would not have to think about this. I would not have such a blog. I would have a blog about Barbie dolls or something of the sort. I'm putting an end to this right now. (I apologize if I offended anybody in this text, it was not my intention to do so. I am just expressing my opinion on certain things, and if you do not like it: then do not visit my blog. I am a straightforward person and if you don't like posts like these, I bid you farewell.) (Any questions, ideas, replies, answers, suggestions you can send to me on: [email protected] or leave a comment below. Don't forget to follow me! If you want regular updates, then follow me on Twitter: www.twitter.com/PiperSaysPunk ///Thank you for reading!) -Yours, Piper Blurred
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Sunday can kill you.
People invented this day to rest from work. This is an imaginary day, where thoughts run free and the human spirit breaks every boundaries. At least until Monday knocks at the door. People work for money, and spend money on work. The circle is closed the moment you you go to a bank and get a loan. Sunday is the day you don't care about the rest of the world (like you did care during work days, but okay... keep on lying to yourself that you are humane) and nobody can take it from you. Then why do people like to commit suicide on Sundays? Why do people feel depressed on Sundays? Why do I feel like I want to poke my eyes out with an enormous butcher knife on Sunday? You have nothing to do and it kills you. You cannot go to work, your office is closed (or wherever you work and slave away). You cannot have sex because you are too tired or your partner is sleeping. The day passes slowly and you are irritated. You wanted to engage in different relaxing activities but you can't because your employer sucked out your blood during the week. Everything is gray. If it rains, you cry. Nothing matters and nothing seems interesting. You can't wait for Monday, but when you think of Monday you want to puke. (This is a paradox, I know...) The world is silent and very still. The animals are sleeping. Your brain is sleeping. The cars are there, but you can't hear them rumble like you usually do. What's going on? Sunday is going on. That's what. Keep the rodents away. There is one thing I don't understand.
Most people in the world complain about their countries. However, they have done nothing to change the conduct of their governments. Have people forgotten that the governments are actually chosen by them? And even after certain politicians show that they are not qualified for their positions, people still vote for them? I think that people are afraid of a good change. When you get used to something, it is hard for you to give up on it or replace it with something else. Take cell phones, for instance. An individual is used to buying Sony Ericsson cell phones. If Sony Ericsson suddenly dropped on quality, that person would still continue to buy their cell phones out of habit. The person would never question if it would be better to change to a brand that has better performance, that didn't drop on quality. It's the same thing with politicians and governments. Many constitutions violate the incitement of riots and revolutions. But how can people change anything in a different way if governments are deaf to their pleas? It probably would not be proper of me to write about riots and rebellions and revolutions (and everything similar) because one would suppose that I am trying to persuade people. But if we have no other means of communication with our governments, then I am afraid to say a riot is very much needed. It's not that difficult. All you need to do is: 1. Post an underground advertisement that will announce a time, date and place where a demonstration group should be formed. It would be best if all or most of the population of a city, county or village gathered. This is difficult, but it is a MUST. 2. All people should gather at the time, date and place and bring a poster, bulletin or a transparent that will convoke a certain message. Some should carry sticks (just in case the police attacks them, and they will.) 3. Good music should be played on boom boxes that a few would carry on their shoulders. 4. The crowd should march on the city town hall or supreme court or something of the sort. 5. They should march right in and throw out all the individuals that they don't like and strip them of their jurisdictions and power. Sounds simple, doesn't it? Well it is. All you need is willpower. Any questions, answers, ideas, thoughts or opinions you can leave here or send to: [email protected] *NOTE: The more complex "tutorial" will be posted soon! Bomb Building and Throwing Hates On Governments
(The Sunday Piece of News That Made My Day) North Koreans decided to build a new and more better atomic bomb. An American scientist visited their quickly built Uranium plant. The Koreans threw out the U.S. administration out of their country once already. And now, of course, the Americans just have to poke their nose where it doesn't belong (no offense to anyone) and their "concerned" for what is going to happen if they "allow" Koreans to proceed with their Uranium plant. There is one thing I just can't understand. Why does America always have the feeling that they are obliged to "babysit" other countries? Who are they to tell Korea what and what not to do with their Uranium? I'm not saying that building a new and better atomic bomb is good, it's just that the U.S. thinks they need to control everybody. In reality, if they hadn't behaved like this for the past few years nobody would have gotten the feeling that they have to build new bombs. I guess Korea feels like their being placed through the looking glass and they want to shake Obama's underpants a little bit. Nevertheless, the thing that is "poking me in the eye" the most is: why spend money on a bomb when you can spend money on education or hungry children? Governments have gone completely berserk. They are so eager to play war that they have forgotten what are the consequences of a war. Looks like we will all die pretty soon and we can't stop it. Or can we? Think about it for a moment. If people from all around the world marched on their governments at the same time and at the same day, governments would be easily overthrown and we could paint ourselves a fresh beginning. Let's make a riot! ("How To Make a Riot: TUTORIAL" coming soon on my blog!) Let's give our children a future. Am I not right? I could list you about 50 links that would take you to articles and all of them are the same: bombs, Uranium, Plutonium and most of them have the U.S. or Korea or Afghanistan involved. Why? Why am I constantly reading articles like these? And what's wrong with the U.S.? America used to be the land where all your dreams come true. When I was a child and thought of America, I would imagine pleasant and happy people running around their big cities. Now when I think of America, I can clearly see Obama and his administration sitting in a dark room and spying on all the countries in the world at the same time. What's up with that? (NOTE: I apologize if I offended any citizen of the U.S. in this text, but I have nothing against you or any person from America. I just hate governments, all of them actually.) Any questions, ideas or responses you can give me here or send them to: [email protected] SOURCES: http://www.nytimes.com/2010/11/21/world/asia/21intel.html?_r=1&hp |
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