Hungry Ties

I've seen The Van, The Wynn and The Garden, now I have to see the MGMT boy who carries such last name. Google tells me that, since I have no idea about whoever names.

There are several occasions that propel me into the excitement of seeing the band. Needless to say, my head could no longer ponder upon the money that would be spend on the lights and sounds.

A request for a better year is a part of my routine as an idiot. Though if it is possible for me see the MGMT boy and call him a dolphin, then nothing could... well it is impossible to not have shitty days.

I like how I write MGMT in capitals. Makes me feel like a crazy obsessive fan.

Scarring for senses

I have never felt this low. California ain't being pleasant.

MM

Broken shadow lingers. With soft language romancing the fear. Gripping on the sweat. Sealing every scent. My broken shadow hinges.

Forever in debt to your priceless advice

The adoring voice, the wit, the case of mental confusion, the talent. I for one don't believe there could be a better Kurt.

A look into his eyes will show you how much life you don't have, since you keep on wishing he wasn't dead. Though it's a good share of time to waste on him.

A friend of mine harvest the dream of buying his house. With thoughts that Kurt would haunt him and eventually pass some of his magnetic charm and talent to my friend. More like passing his relentless nightmare, the Hole girl.

We all enjoy this jarring concept of fulfilling our lives.

Sweet Lies

Sugar glazed lies are perfect gateway from complain or mopey people.

I use it all the time.

Like today, when I was cooking, I told my mother the chicken will not be fried. Butter chicken was made and I could not tell her since she never fancies butter and by telling her would mean I have to deal with her words on how terrible butter on food is. Besides, my definition of butter chicken is simple slices of chicken grilled on a pan of butter pool.

Thanks to the first man to lie, she loved the chicken, without any rant to torch my ears.

So since Christmas is approaching, lets just lie to little kids so we get more time for online games than baby-ing them.

Social Depression

It is an ultimate depression when one could not even think on delivering the inner self to the world without any aid from the society.

We mumbles sympathy for the less fortunate. We forge impression based on faded views. We celebrate victories build from stolen pieces. We pat ourselves on the back because we believe we have made it.

A careful evaluation on our own statements would produce sad truths, which are, we put ourselves together by begging for social nods and glossy remarks. I know most people would deny any intrusion from the society and believed there is no dependency on any ideas and thoughts outside of them.

At least that is what I used to hold on to as well.

Nevertheless, Anthropological (self) study shows me the brighter lights. I read a journal and it forces a crude revelation that for long, I have refuse to see. Most of my life I have been telling myself I am not a part of any social hurrah and I stand on my own. However, after the read up, I realized that is a lie that is forced in me.

The journal centers upon a teenage female who is a native in an African Tribe. Basically when she is sent to the city center as a 'gift' from those who apparently care about her deprivation, her mind plague by the toxic scenes of the society. She exhumes disgust and shock upon learning how those who have lay pitiful frown on her, are living. Needless to say, the table is facing the other way around and she is the one who is now showing shame that there are poeple who live under such condition.

The journal is as a point that we are the one who could use some sympathy because we are the one clinging on some sort of false support. We are worried that without our clothes and knowledges, the world will unhinge us.

Hence, the 'What kind of style' or 'Which personality do you have' quizzes are the one we focus on in identifying ourselves. Terms in fashion and celebrated writers/personas we hold on to. Just to prove to ourselves and others that we are not deprived.

Of what?

We are in deep deprivation.

Inability to construct an individual, developing own thoughts, walking on sticks ,and gripping on stance and beliefs. Sheer clues.

The modern life is in the lowest point because there is not one individual who would turn away from the madness.

Ask yourself, would you settle as the one without knowledge (the ones you value most), without visible success and values ,and most important, wihout any identity.

It is imminent that no one would succumb to such truth, or most would not. I know I have seen how ignorant-careless I am by leaning on the poisons. Well, I could never reach the height the African Girl has, but at least I know I no longer exhibit an item out of the society.

People rarely see me as a person and so be it. They have all the books and awesome materials, and I have the truth.

Illuminated Hidden Clocks

I have been experincing with Insomnia for as long as I could remember. The progressive nature of such disorder is putting me in a sub-conscious nightmare. It is known to self that it is paired with my Restless Leg Syndrome (RLS) which is cause by iron deficiency.

Several people have associated my problem with multiple issues. First, the TA my mom went through during the first few months of the carriage. It is palpable a disrupt in preliminary growth would results in this kind of things. The next few are those that irritate you as they are literal indications of human emotions, and thus, making me dispose the obligation to listen to their crap. The 'issue' that they believe to be the gun is the fact that I could never stop thinking.

Mad.

My head or mind or what ever it is you subject it to be, is a constant moving-functioning part of my body. It is always churning things, regardless of the value or substance. That is why I am highly imaginative and my IQ is above average. If I ever stop thinking, I will be a mad simpleton. Yes, a simpleton. It is not that I think of silly matters like politics, I just like to think or imagine things others too scared of, because they believe it to be stupid matters or they think that might caused them to be stupid.

My mother always complains that I ask to many irrelevant questions. My apologies to people who have to confront my mind, but you just have to direct your complains to God.

I am not trying to be a Genius or anything close to it, I just enjoy these manic thoughts of mine.

Though, I do not believe in Geniuses or highly inteliigent beings, because those are for fickle minded people who preach on infusion of others' thought in the birth of that others. I believe in curiosity and unanswered question. As that is an obvious connection to Einstein.

Guess this problem of mine is a blessing in disguise, but I do remember, I need a medical examination on self as an accident has affect my bodily functions. To hell the man who ran me over.

Hard Spun

The blue speaks of the distance.
As the sea softens the edges.
And the sky freezes every motion.